Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1889-03-09
"Some day, some day,
Some day you will find him, !"
I hummed, adapting the song to the cir


I hummed, adapting the song to the cir
cumstances.
"Some dayl" she echoed in tragic
voice, and with look which reminded me
of Du Maurier's intense" young ladies
ooh, Mr.. HASTE, l have found himl ]
have found himp'
This was embarrassing. / had no desire
to receive Miss Spinks' condolences on such
tender subject; but l could not think Of
any means of chang ing the conversation
and Miss Spinks sat for a moment or two
in silent rapture Then suddenly rising
from her chair, she approached me where
| stood on the hearth-rug, raised her
hands in supplicating attitude, and was
in the act of laying them on the sleeve OF
Mr.. Billiards. Sunday coat, when violent
coughing in the passage, followed by pro-
longed rafting of the latch, caused me to
Jump backwards into vacant chair, as our
hostess entered smiling, to announce that our
clothes were now quite dry and ready for
us. | seized the opportunity of escaping
further condolences, and without regarding
sort of free-masonic glance of intelli-
gence with which Mrs. Blizzard honored
us both, FASTENED from the room. Miss
Spinks retired likewise; and before she
reappeared, once more habited in the
print frock and scarlet combinations, l had
bespoken the further favor of the loan OF
Mr.. Billiards. market-cart to convey us to
Penton-road station.
l handed my companion to the front seat
beside the driver, jumped up behind, and
bidding our hostess hearty farewell, we
set off. The road was rough, the car
spring stiff, and conversation therefore i'm
possible. Half ar hours jolting brought
us to the station, where luckily train
was on the point of starting; and ignoring
my third-class ticket, | followed Mis-
Spinks into frst-class compartment. We
had it to ourselves but only few miles
to go, / had no fear of any further embar.
RAISING secrets.
Miss Spinks sat facing me at the win.
dow, and |, therefore, stared steadily al
the landscape. At last she broke the ST.
lence:
| "What will Mrs. Brown think has be
beme of me ?"
The same thought was passing through
my own mind.
"We shall have no difficulty in explain
ing our Absence" l replied, "though il
would have saved me some ridicule if We
could have suppressed the river accident.
"And say nothing of saving your life?'
she cried.
| | smiled, and she went on,-
81 cannot see why you should make SC
| light of the affair. l was more grateful
when , on rescued me. )"
81 did not mean to appear ungrateful
Miss Spinks, but
| "Oh, Mr.. Hastie," she interrupted
"please don't call me Miss Spinks; il
sounds so formal and cold, after all we have
gone through together. Won't you cal
me Leonora?" she added tenderly.
Really, Miss Spinks," l replied, EN-
phasizing the name, 81 think that would
be taking too great a liberty. What would
my wife say?"
| '"Your rhat 90 she shrieked.
my wife," answered, quietly, not un
Outstanding her emotion.
She stared stonily at me for moment
Then recovering her tongue
| 'sYour wife, You have a wife? And
you never told me of it?-and you've
allowed me to talk as have to you PIC
I, betray my feelings?-to-oh-h
| Her face was crimson, her hands
ciinched, her eyes darting fury, her atti-
tude suggestive of savage onslaught on
my features.
"What in the world do you meanT
asked, wonderstruck.
"Oh, you wicked mani You aban'
doned, heartless, deceiving villain You
dare to tell me you are a married man
when you have been paying me attentions
all day, encouraging me to tell you my
secrets, letting me save your worthless life
carrying me about in your arms. Oh, il
/ had only strangled you when you held
me on your shoulderf'
She paused for breath. saw my op
portunity, and said, quietly:
"Your forget that you were unconsciou:
at that period"
"Unconscious she cried. &c never
was unconscious Then, seeing the fore,
of the admission, she gasped, threw hersel
back in the seat, and burst into tears.
| The train was Stacking speed; there wa
no time to be lost. | laid my hand on he