Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1889-07-06

"Tll never put shilling on hoess
again as long as live--1 swear iti'
When got back to Clayhill that night
I told my mother and Jem what hAd
done with regard to Horace, and They
rcjoiced openly over the plan.
at will relieve poor Cynthia Tor .
time, ct any rate" said Jem, "although
the wretched cub Is sure TO turn up
sooner or later TO wear her life out q
her."
had told them that Cynthia's past
worry had been due TO Horace's gambling
debts, and Jem's indignation had known
no bounds; but on the subject Of the
cheque had been as silent as the grave.
Have you seen Cynthia today, Ger.
ald?' said Jem.
"No," answered; II have been too
busy"
1--WE went up this morning and tried
hard to persuade her to come down and
spend tomorrow with us, but she would
not hear of it. II would be her last Sum
dny with Horace, she said, and she must
have him quite to herself She is 20
strangely quiet and self possessed, she
seems to me to DO In quite dreamy state.
She started In most extraordinary
manner once or twice today when pes
tered her for an answer to my questions.
The mother says her nerves are shaken
by being so hurried over her marriage;
but It seems unnatural to me for
woman to be 90 scared at the prospect
Of marriage with man she cares for. !
don't think u would affect me like thatv'
Although should have found It diff
cult to put my thoulh hts on the subject
into words, lis nevertheless fact that
Jem's remarks produced certain new
anxiety In my mind about Cynthia. Ibid
not like to think Of her a. being 80 calm
and still, 30 intent upon her own thoughts
as to need an emphatic reminder to re-
call her to what was going on round her.
Considering how thoroughly satisfied
I was with my scheme for her cure. II
was n little surprising that, when Wcdncs.
day at last arrived. II found me tortured
with certain unaccountable conviction
that something had gone wrong.
slept lato in the morning, for I had
lain awake well on into the small hours,
thinking Of many things, and the mo-
ment began TO recover consciousness,
before was sufficiently awake to think
clearly, was in terror Of somo impend
ing misfortune. When I was at last
fully aroused from sleep, my first clearly
formed thought was the recollection that
this was my wedding day. Savage with
myself for allowing my waking moments
to be clouded by an impression Of III
omen, sprang out Of bed and hustled
through my dressing arrangements with
moro expedition than usual, trying TO
make believe" that had quito forgot.
ten tho uncomfortable feeling, and that
was ms jolly "as sand boy" But all
tho timo that conviction Of coming evil
was present In my mind; not all my ef-
forts could drive 10 out, until at last u
made mo feel quito faint at heart.
Tho mother and Jem started before
me. They wcre going to Cynthia's first,
to accompany her to tho church; I, Of
course. was going straight to tho scepe
Of tho ceremony. After they had left
dawdled In and outof tho sitting rooms
In n restless, aimless manner. My mod
est couple Of portmanteaus had been for.
warded TO Folkestono on the previous dny,
30 that had nothing to occupy these
last moments Of my bachelorhood.
strolled into tho morning room by
and by, and stood for some minutes
looking at tho envelopes containing tho
wedding cards. lying in big heap ON
tho center table, and addressed In dear
old Jem's masculine hand, oil ready 10
post on her return from tho ceremony.
was at tho church In good time
twenty minutes past 10. Hooked at my
watch rs got out Of my hanson at the
corner OF tho street, and strollcd slowly
up to tho porch. thinking ] should have
somo timo TO walt.
As turned In ut tho gate, noticing
with somo surprise that the church doorl
wero not yet opened, young man who
looked liko stable helper came forward
and touched his hat.
"Mr. Quinton, sir?" he inquire& -
EYES," replied, wondering. what thu
man could want with me.
"A noto for you, sir"
A good deal surprised, ! was just going
to slip II into my pocket, when I saw thu
writing wasJem's. Iopcned Il, and founa
II was addressed from Cynthia's.