The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-12-08

I0ullly cdileQ MOTIFS, VINO dIberWafd went
abroad. There sho left them, and could
learn nothing more respecting her. I think
she must be dead"
At that moment lady came through the
hall and stepped out upon the piazza, She
was still young, and her face was beautiful
in both feature and expression. 1t was
calm, grave, intellectual countenance, which
was lighted into rare sweetness by the smile
that just curved her parted lips. A sturdy
boy little over two years old, tottered at
her side, while her arms we're encountered
with tiny, blue eyed baby girl, who looked
solelnnly at tho sceno unfolded before her
three-rnonths-old vision. The lady came up
to Harry and laid the baby on his knee.
'sThere, take a good look at your daughter,
sir Is she not going to be a beauty9 Aunt,
l hope you nre not very hungry. Lunch has
been delayed today by the non-arrival of the
butter There is a great package Of books
on the table, Harry, which has just come
by express. Shall open it for your know
you want the last number of The Cornhill,
and hope it is in the parcel What-tired
of your daughter already"
81 think she is tired of me, Emily said
the colonel, smiling, as he returned the baby
TO its mother 1.-THE very pointed way in
which she had begun to quicker up her faco
indicated as mucn.
''Jack not tired Take Jack, papar' shouted
the boy, trying to climb his fathers knee.
''Are you answered, aunts" whispered the
colonel, as he folded his boy to his breast
! The old lady nodded and smiled. Her fa-
vorite nephew was as happy as even her
fond heart could desire.
Several weeks later, Col Danvers was
seated, one fine afternoon, on his piazza,
/ in NJ
and a newspaper He was alone; his
wife and aunt, accompanied by little Jack,
had gone out for drive, and the baby was
taking siesta in the nursery. 1t was fine
! afternoon, late in August. A soft breeze
stole from the sea and famed his brow, the
setting sun shone brightly, and the flowers on
+ the lawn sent forth their sweetest odors. Yet
the colonel seemed unquiet and restless. The
I cigar went out more than once between his
lips, the paper was turned over and over inn
patiently, and was finally flung aside, and
Z the colonel, rising, began to pace the floor
i with rapid steps
81 wish the season was at an end," he
muttered. Il hate this place. Every scene,
every spot, speaks to me of her. was mad
; to come here, for the mere sight Of the Ocean
house has reopened the old wound.n
"a letter for you, sir" said the servant.
coming out from the house and laying the
mlssiVe on tne httle rusIc 1aple.
Harry DanVers paused In MS walk, ana
took uhe ieCeer up nsIlessiy. IL was rather
bulky packet, addressed IN diminutlve
tomato hand 20 4ar. H. LAWYERS oceanprinK
coS1age' newport IL pore no pospmark, nor
was there any oeVlce on bne envelope, SO atter
molhehts scrutiny ne TORE Inc pacReG open:
"ichih was a,io0ner envelope seaied' ana
wlInout an ADDRESS, ana closely written
sneet OF paper tne contents OF winch were as
tono"s'
Lear or: IL was only oy accioen5 tnat
leaiTeu yesoeru'y ehas you were at newport,
Ior l am mere as companion 10 very aged
anu al, llinrm lauy, anu consequently go ouG OF
the mouse puS NUE. ana see no company. But
seize upon 0nls opportunity 70 dlsourden
my conscience OF ioad bnat mas weighed
upon 1t Tor nearly thirteen years
"You have not know, forgotten Miss
Florence Hurst, but you may not remember
tna0 she mad governess named Susan Clint,
vino used to post her letters for her, and who
loved ner very dearly She had need OF some
one e 10 love ner IN those days. .
MINK hr. hnrst was almost a mailman.
nave READ OF men possessed with devil,
ana ne reminded me OF those Old World
stories, only no exorcism could ever cast
OUT ms mo"einng mend, which was
perfectly demoniacal temper. When the
NJ was on MIN ne would stop-at nothing,
and his spells OF fury sometimes lasted
Iof weeks 10 was not just cloud and
seorrn' ana Inen Clear weather, as IS usually
tne case with quick tempered people, but he
was as sulien as ne was violent.
oetieve That he broke his wife's heart.
and sent her to an untimely grave. know
tnat ne hated MISS Florence because she was
not boy, and all he cared for her was to see
ner married 10 iavorlte nephew OF bis own.
Darnmeil Leroy was MS SISTERS son, and as
nhe HIS uicie as young man can Dc ike an
ola one. Temper ana ALL tnere was not pin
| " CHOOSE petweeh tneIn' l tel you al this,
hoe 70 e4oneraoe inyseir from blame for what
slcer"ard happened, but merely to explain
NY colouct. nVed IN mortal Tear OF Mr..
aurso ana ouG ior my love and pity for Miss
s sio.eno S: Woaio nave iels ms nonse long De-
Aofe oio' ana wish now tnab nad
one evening, l think it was early in
november, MISS Florence came to my room.
She had been crying mo new thing for her,
poor child. but her face was CHASTITY, and
she looked utterly worn out.
Well, Susan she said, in sort of hard,
desperate tone, it is all over. We are to
leave for Georgia in a fortnight, and am to