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

ODlecb Oh Ills coming tnere nuSheu
across his mind for the first time, he
added, quickly, 1--WE can begin on your
portrait Mt once, can we not?"
"If you choose"
ado not you choose? Have you lost
interest in it?"
"Not Mt all; only want you to rest
and paint just when you feel inclined"
He looked at her rs she spoke, and
his fine blue eyes expressed the help
less admiration which he was power
less to express in words. She felt her
| power and smiled in her criminal VIC
| tory.
How good you are" |" he said, at last;
IL shall never forget your kindness and
encouragement"
well not mention that" she return
cd, laughingly.
"But can't help thinking of it," he
| persisted; Il have never lad such u
| patron before"
"And fancy you never will again"
she thought, with malicious satislac-
| ton.
"Do you know" hc continued, chat
| [ cannot make up my mind to paint
You as Satanclla? We think of her as
the cmbudimcnt of all that is bad in
women ii
"Pcrhaps am Satanclla," with n
mischievous smile.
ooh, know you arc not!' he OK
claimed, fcrvcntly; "you arc an angel,
"ThcrcA.'Ilcrc!" she said, smilingly
checking his passionate outburst; "you
remember that told you have n hus-
band, that he is travelling in the West;
hr may return Mt any moment, uncx-
pcctedly; should such he the case, L
want to be able to introduce you to linn
as my friend; ] want him to consider
You his friend also"
At this gentle rcbukc, Arnim Dlushcd
to the roots of his hair, and was speech
less, while tho willy cncbantrcss said to
herself:
"If he goes on at this rate I must get
rid of him. or he will be an insulfcrablo
nuisance! However, of one thing am
satisiicd-my triumph over that wretch
cd girl is completed"
AS they drove back into the city that
evening, Arnim attempted to frame
some excuse for his forward conduct.
"If you can forgive me this time, Mrs.
Boydcn," " he faltcrcd, when she cut him
short.
"I will forgive you,' she said, still
Offering him the fatal bait, "on ono con-
lition.
Name it'll"
"Thnt you call me Cora when we are
alone. and I will call Rupert. It
will seem ~ though we were better
friends"
He asscnted glally, poor fool, not
alone because he was rci0icel ut this
SONS he hated the name Of Boyden.
When it is remembered that little
Oracle had obstinately refused to tell
any part of her life secret, it will be
understood how easily he had fancicd
that there could he no connection be-
tween the two persons of the same
name; he thought it Il mere coinci-
dence, and wishing to forget Max Boy
den, had never mentioned tho matter
to Cora.
Within two days the lonesome place
Mt Milton underwent rs great n change
as though n sorccrcr had waved his
- agic wand above it, Every room in
lc spacious mansion was thrown open
to the light and air of heaven; the gar
den glowcd with the early blossoms of
spring, and the stables echoed to tho
stamping and champing of highb bred
StCcus.
a hcvy Of servants hurried from room
to room nncovcring the rich furniture
ffHa ffHEatR RcI9 s t fns with rhg the yoang &nnnmfnss
and his cnchantrcss arrived; they found
place sufficiently elegant in every re-
spcct to entertain king in
Like one in dream, Rupert Arnim
passed from apartment to apartment,
closely followed by the woman whose
only object was to lead him i'm silkcn
bondage to his doom. She had be-
witched him, body and soul, until she
filled even his dreams with thoughts of
her, to the utter exclusion of poor little
Grace.
1T was Cora who wrcathcd his plate
with wondrous great roses, and poured
the wine into his cup at dinner that
night. 1t was she who sang to him
love songs i'll some foreign tongue to
the lascivious tinkle of a mandolin as
they sat in the shadowy drawing room,
where the candles twinklcd in their sill
vcr sconccs against the polished mir
rors.
1t was the perfume of her hair that
intoxicated him, as they stood upon the
terrace in the balmy spring night and
| watched the Young moon set behind the
distant hills like silver bow dropped
from Dianas girdlc.
And it was she who completed the
mlallowcd cnchantmcnt when she
leaned upon his shoulder, breathing:
"Oh, Rupert! If l were Only free to
| lovc!"
But bark! What rapid step was That
which disturbed the charmed silence.
that ground the gravel of the path be-
meath them, that mounted the steps to
the very terrace? What form was that
which stood before them in the star
light? What voice pronounced the
thrilling words:
"a telegram, madam
For mel" she said. i'm surprise.
For answer, the intruder handed her
the wcll-known yellow envelope,
bowed, and descending the steps van
ishcd i'll the surrounding shadows.