Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1890-07-12


&c snould prove tnat my brother has died
Of his wounds" she faltered. Jas the color
ebbcd away--"the war willtnever have
been over for me-"
She covered her face with her hands,
and John Fletcher pushed back his chair.
and rose.
"Oh, forgive iner' she cried, with still
avertcd face. 81 do not mean TO forget
--forget'------
Thanks he answered. coldly. ut Is
not worth the effort OF your remem-
brancc. was glad to serve friend Of
my friend-Mrs Lorrimcr. You must
believe that I most sincerely regret the
chance that has compelled me to be SO
long trespasser upon Col. Thorne's hos
pitality. shall never forget his kind
ness, his uniform courtesy toward an un-
desired guest. Neither shall I forget
He paused abruptly, and paused SO
long that Winifred, under the spell of
will stronger than her own, turned tow
ard him to find his eyes fixed upon her
with look unfathomable, of mingled
sadness, rcproach, appeal, from which
she shrank abashed and frightened.
His uauSitti, tuc ttPtoiu huiu.
when he had compelled her eyes to meet
his own. His incorporating dangh-
terri he repeated. and smiled.
But Winfred had turned away: she
did not see the smile, and nj the word
"uncompromising she impulsively lift
ed her head, with forbidding gesture
or so John Fletcher construed 1t. For q
moment he stood irresolute, moment
during which he underwent fierce
struggle with himself; then he turned
away and left ner. and went up stairs TO
his room.
mot another day. Not another day!'
he repeated to himself aloud. He felt
weak and Ill; his voice was hoarse, and
he was trembling so violently that he
was forced TO throw himself upon the
lounge.
But not long did he remain there. He
rose and began gathering his belongings
together with feverish haste. II will
depart tomorrow he declared, fierce
ly. at shall not befall me to see her
again.
And as he said this he looked out of
the window and saw the carriage wait
ing. and winifred Thorne going down
the steps of the piazza, attended by
handsome young fellow, who looked at
her with admiring eyes. Winfred was
radiant with delight. John Fletcher
could hardly realize that this was the
same girl he had left down stairs not
half nm hour agone.
"A boyr he exclaimed. in fierce con
tempt. "Oh, fool! Oh, fool!'
When he came away from the window
he saw Glory-Ann standing In the door
way with cup of beef tea, diet he
aboinnated.
"Ah, that's rght!' he exclaimed, with
bitter gayety, as he quafTcd the CUP that
neither chcered nor inebriated. Build
up my strength within tho next twenty
four hours, Nom Bee. must get away
from here tomorrow"
"You look lax hit" said Glory-Ann.
secretly pleased TO hear him call her
"Mom Bee" (But he had done SO un-
wittingly) "Bctter not be too brash.
You gwan overstrain yo'sef."
"Who is that young sprig ] saw just
now dancing attendance upon your young
lady?' he asked, with assumed careless
Hes>, 'is fit stt uoWh VIC tuIs
Oats Mawse Paul Henry, Glory-Ann
made answer. "lie's got lieyer's shop
in Savannah; but he's come home to sec
his kin, long o Miss Lottie's weddin'--
dat's his sister. His gran'ma is de colo
nels cousin, en- him en- Missy amt met
up sence she wuz q chile. Now you jcs'
mind es tell you, en- mex yo'sef easy.
You ain gwan git away fum here ter
morrer. You needn't try. De family
is gwan be gone several days, en-
gwa,I TEX charge o you. Dem's my or
ders-from Missy herself"
John Fletcher felt the blood rush to
his face, though he put no faith in Glory.
AIMS garrulity. He found himself her
thrall, however for his strength would
scarce admit Of any exertion; and in.
deed, when he grew calmer, he was con
tent to wait, feeling that il would be an
ungracious act to steal away in the alb
sence of the family.