The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1889-10-27

ho-n With warm heart. am doomed 20
desosasSons suppose she does care 2 ns<e
for Lord Arthur N that fruzeu way o. nexs.
But what Is thst the song saysf
Cu,ew ROO ezn die whea tie dream b pass,
Or. fear 70 cal Is sovsng.
Wen, It's quite certain that she would not
die IL she lost her lover" That year the
June weather was intensely bright and un-
usually warm The wedding things were
not q near completion - they ought 70
hare been. Every nerve Was strained; the
hands were busy early and late, and
madame was growing anxious and irrisa-
be. MIS- Tweed. however. kept her head
Good, and TO her vas intrrsted the task OF
putting the finishing touches 70 the hr1dai
dress 4 bitter task il Vas. truly. As the
girl set her careful stitches she thought OF
the Wedding gown that she had hoped 70
make for herself. Regrets longings. pas
sfonase prayers kept pace with the swift
needle. and were mixed Up with punches
Of orange blossoms and masses of lace. The
role ID At Vas TO be worn in gladness was
made in sorrow: and IL il the same with .
good deal o. the dressm2king that is done
every day.
twas on the 18th of June. two days
after Ascot. that startling rumor began
to be circulated In the work-roofns. The
girls were saying openly that the greater
part of Lady Ciara's fortune was gone
The Earl of Ironside had lost his daugh-
ter's money on the race-course, il was
true-auite true" Miss Tweed checked
the ehstterers rather sharply. she did
not believe word of IT," she said; and II
they did not attend 10 their own work the
dresses would never be finished" Sc they
all toiled on, reminding each ether that the
wedding was fixed for the 10th, and there
really was not single minute to spare
The night of the lIih came; . night so
warm and still that II might have belonged
to July or August The clocks in the
neighborhood had struck II half an hour
ago, and Miss Tweed, alone in the upper
workroom. was giving the last touches to
Lady Ciara's wedding gown. The dress
bodice and skirt compiete-was ar
ranged on one of the stands that
dressmakers use. and looked very much
like hecapitated bride standing in the
middle of the empty room. One Jet of gas
was burning under its large shade, the
windows were all set open, and the sound
Of wheels came up now and then from the
street below. Miss Tweed had been stopping
over the soft, white, sikea folds until her
head ached and her eyes were dim. And
suddenly she bethought her of bottle of
lavender water which she kept in her bed
room and went quietly up stairs 10 get it.
Ellen smith, the girl who shared her room,
was rousing as she entered.
is that you Amy?" said she. Haven't
you finished yet?"
Nearly" Miss Tweed replied. my
head aches and I'm very tired"
She went down again. damping her
heated face with the lavender water, and
feeling fresher. 1t seemed, too. as If
cooler air had come through the windows
into the hot work room, and Amy shivered
little as she entered. But what was this?
Some one had surely stolen into the room
in her absence. and was standing there ar
rayed in the wedding gown. She gave
little cry Of establishment and dismay
and was advancing. when the strange
woman whose back was toward her,
turned slowly around. 1t was no
stranger who stood there, nor was it one of
the work girls playing trick. Lady Clara,
dressed in her own bridal robe, was look
ing at the dressmaker with eyes fun of un-
utterable anguish. and pale lips parted as if
in a vain attempt to speak. How long Miss
Tweed endured this mournful gaze, she
could not tell. Those eyes seemed to read
her very soul. and convey to her a message
of myterious sympathy and fellowship in
suffering. At last one of the white hands
was raised with farewell gesture, and
Amy knew no more.
When she came to her senses again Ellen
Smith was kneeling by her side, loosening
her dress. And there in the middle of the
room lay the wedding gown, thrown lightly
on the floor as II some one had Just stepped
out OF 1t IN haste. At one sight of the robe
Amy began TO shiver violently, and then
burst out into passionate tears, which re-
lieved her overweight brain. Her COM
panion led her upstairs and made her lie
still and rest. At length she slept, and did
not wake until the summer day was well
advanced.
Are you fealing any betterPn asked
Ellen Smith, coming to the bedside with
breakfast on a tray. you have been
working q great deal too hard; it is no
wonder that you broke down. And, after
ALL your labor has been in vain."
"In vaing" Miss Tweed repeated, won
deringly. sWhy, the wedding dress was
quite finished. 1t was to be sent home this
morning"
1T will never be needed, ;" the other an
swered- Madame has just had a message
II seems that poor Lady Clara Berkeley
died last night at 1890"
Miss Tweed fell back silently on the nil
low and closed her eyes. Not one word did
she say TO Ellen Smith OF Lady Clara's ap-
pearance in the work room: and her COM
panion attributed her faintness entirely TO
over fatigue. On the next day she got up
and tried 10 go on with her business as
usual; but She could not bear to stay in
the upper work room, and at length with
much reluctance, madame consented to
let her return TO the country
Dan and his wife received her kindly
and by degrees her strength was restored
Later on she learned that Lady Claras en-
gagement was broken off on the dav before
her death. Lord Arthur. finding that she
was no longer rich woman, wrote 10 her
and asked TO be set free. She sank nj once.
and never rallied after the blow fell. nor
did she ever speak again TO those around
her. Rat they heard her nurmuring softly
10 herself, and distinguished tie words
that she uttered.
My wedding gown" she repeated over
and over. "oh, my wedding gown, II /
could only wear 1t once-just once-iust
once"
Miss Tweed married Edward Galloway.
of hill farm, and lives in the old county.
She never forgels the London poor. and
many sicSly child is received into her
pleasant home 10 be nursed and fed hu,
her hear. has opened freely to all sorts and
conditions Of women. She believes nova
days in the equality OF the human family,
and knows that common SORROW levels