The weekly Union times. [volume] (Union C.H., South Carolina) 1871-1894, 1889-10-11

and let her sink heavily to the floor.
Rupert" she gasped; RUPERT,
what is it?"
Look look! here!" 1,c painted.
But she only crouched mt his feet,
hiding her face in her hands, and
shrieked in guilty terror.
Had she looked she would have seen
q filmy, ghost-like figure at the window,
witt, n white, accusing face-thc face of
her 'victim-the face of little Gracie!
CHAPTER XVIII:
HOME AGAIN.
It was no wrath, no ghost, but little
Oracle in the flesh who stood gazing in
ut the open easement upon the unloly
sceno, with wildly distended eyes.
For one moment she paused there,
which she had no command; then she
vanished as mystcriously as shc had
come.
How had sho reached there, when
We left her apparently dying among
strangers in that pretty garden of up
per New York City. called Mount Nor.
ris Park?
Simply enough. She had hut
swooned, and the natural health which
had helped her to bear so many hard
ships and trials in life, had speedily
come to her rescue. Very likely it was
the hateful clang of tho ambulance-g gong
which finally and completely brought
her to her senses; for, as the vehicle
drew up ut the gates of the park, and
the agile young surgeon sprang from
his perch upon the tail-board, she sat
up and gazed about her in bewildcred
way;
Miss?" inquired the young doctor,
with considerably more interest than
B.sNsp-~n;-r-.erevsJt --.~ra-4 -4,-rp~ss-c-t.-
1ookers-on. ~.
II must have faintcd." little Grucio
answered, wearily.
"But what was the cause? Arc you
:m?"
"No, I am not i'll, but but received
some bad news which almost-bmt
never mind" she added, as sho gained
her feet with some difficulty: ~ am
better; it is al over now"
Had you not better 60 with mo to
the hospital?"
"Oh, no, no, SIR
"But you are scarcely able to stand.
Do you live in this neighborliood2
"No," she answered, IT 1.-Two down
town; but if reach horse Car shall
do very WE'LL"
"Then permit mo to lie Your escort"
He offered his arm, which she gln6!y
accepted, and accompanying her ns far
rs Third avenue, saw her seated in the
proper car. Perhaps it was tho sweet
humility OF the girl which touched the
smile OF gratasude at PAIRING, tlmt MI: !,
him watch the car as long as its buff
roof and red sides wore visible. Re that
as it may, he turned away to join Ills
ambulance with sigh of:
What lovely face! Poor child. I
wish l had asked her namel If what
she said was true, something awful
must have happened to her"
Something awful, indeed, from the
poor child's" point of view. It will he
remembered that Mrs. Arnim hud
handed her letter, the reading of
which had bereft Oracle of her senses.
Had the good woman oven suspected
that the missivo bore the forgery of her
sons name she would have DESTROYED
it instanter. But how should she know
what it contained when it had come by
q messenger few hours after Rupcrtis
departure, with the request that it !.
handed ~ the person to whom it was
addressed should she call. It was Cora
Boyden's villainous work, and upon
her head must rest the consequences.
II leave New York" it ran, @to Liza
rid of You. / loved you once, hut hate
you now with hatred far surprising
that love. You have deceived me. ont.
ragged my hospitality and disgraced my
mother by breathing the same air with
her. Farewell forever. l shall shun
you as would viper; see That you do
the same in regard to me and shall
be satisfied"
10 this shocking epistle was appended
the name of Rupert Arnim that cher.
lshed name-the name of tho only man
she had ever loved and could ever love
Was it not n shock to the sensitive.
suffering heart? Was 10 not a sin to bo
atoned for in blood? Still she kept the
note. Had he not written it, and could
she make up her mind to destroy any-
thing to which he had set his hand |?
The truth was that she did not blame
him; she told herself TINT he was it,sti-
He'd in despising her, and with the true
perversity Of a loving woman she com
forted herself with the thought that
even his hatred was preferable to his
indifference.
During the long ride down town sl,o
SO TAR succeeded in composing herself
That when at last she reached the de-
tective's house, although very pale, she
was 70 all appearances perfectly her.
self.
Here she found Mr.. Edgar inpatient
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