The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1890-10-30
No. 8.

and looking steadily at Aer trembling j
lids till she raised her ewes 60 his face.
he said clearly and decidedly:
You wall do as | tell yonr say you
willy'
A shade passed across the pale face Of
the guverncss. It was there M instant
and gone la an instant, but Miss Brown
was conscious of it, for she raised her
left hand to brush il away, and as slo
did 50 gasped. YES" and tore away th.
lace from her throat.
Now You are reasonable. Stt dowr
and listen to me. Tell Mr.. Crawford in
the morning that you had . dream. that
you saw Edna on sick bed. neglected
and alone. Tell him you saw he,
mother What the devil ails your
Don't say any more. for heavs
sakei | know what 90 tell him, and
she buried her face in her hands rs IL 10
shut out vision too horrible ~ contsn..
plate.
Il am willing and all that, Dr. Wat
son. but / know can't help you and it's
no use sending me. Miss Edna does not
trust me. She breads lne and fear her
can't look into her face, and have not
been able to meet her eyes since the
night made her mother use your vim
aigrette.
Asleep or awake It's all the same, and
the older the daughter grows the stronger
becomes the resemblance to her mother.
II is wasted time; can't stay with her
or near her, and won't try. | will go
to California with the letter, if that win
| do you any good, but there isn't money
enough in America 10 keep me in her
| service"
"And that IL final. is it,
Yes"
Does IL occur to you that | have evi-
dence sufficient to convict you of muir
dery"
"Who ever heard of an accomplice
hanging and an adept scoundrel who has
won success as thief, bigamist. forgerer
and blackmailer escaping Judgment
There was profit in Mrs. Crawford 5
death, and you know who got her fort
une and what became of her property"
Hold your tongue, yon jade. Your
wages will depend upon the success Of
your dream tomorrow morning. We
give up these quarters this week without
fail, and on second thought it viii be
better TO have you travel with us as
nurse or companion. or secretary 10 .dr.
Crawford
"To save you the trouble of planning
an escape might as well tell you that
have paid a private detective to watch
you, and that am determined to have
your assistance So good night, dear.
Get as much rest rs you can, for it's a
long, weary ran from here to Frisco.
Banker Hartman's house in Stuyvesant
square was as gay as palace for coro-
nation. Incandescent lanterns hung in
the branches of the trees, flooded the
scene below with soft light. and wove a
delicate tapestry of skeleton leaves and
! graceful branches over pavement, street
and wall From curbstone to doorstep
stretched carpet and canopy, one hung
with little chamber lanterns, from the
jewels of whic the light streamed in
soft splendor, and the other hedged with
date and fan palms
White Inverted grooms stood at tie
carriage step to assist the wedding
I BucStS. anu EIlt SCSl4DuiC siiO4IS
the staircase We're servants Of Inscruta
BILE face and faultless dress, each with q
single phrase to deliver by way of direc.
ton to the bewil<lered company.
The air was redolent with the breath
of roses, and mp from an arbor of pain
and oleander hoated the light strains oi
I mandolins, flutes and harp. rapturous as
love itself
| Newell posts and balustradcs were
! twined with roses and rosemary; win.
dow seats and mantel shelves We're cush
ioned with violets and daifodils; gor
geous balls of hydrangea and chrysan
! themum filled the freplaces, and invisi
bly, hung against screens of smilax wa
a wainscoting of orchids extending
3 through the drawing room and library
The alcoye off the music room hat
r been turned into nuptial bower. Al
, umbrella of white buds rooted the in
. closure, the walls were tapestried viii
pink roses. and just within the fora
l gates stood a prie-dieu of carved ivor.
and golden satin, where Henry Henshal
: would kneel with his bride to receiv
the nuptial benediction.
: Up In one of the sumptuously appoint
ed guest chambers sat the painter in tn
attitude Of penitent, desolate as
lighthouse, for he had locked the doc
9 and given orders not to be disturbed
Z The marriage was set for O'Clock. an
{ the neighborhood abounded in belfr
< clocks. He had his gloves on and th
ring in his pocket and he was listenln
:, for the knell.
q "Confound it, any way. Why shoul
I careT he 1nuttere1, rising abruptly an
r beginning to pace the floor. Its tn
e woman in me. Men marry nurses an
d housekeepers and influence every day i
the week. and can name at least fiy
u fellows in the club who have married fc
le mere social position. This thing of los
is an involuntary sort a sensation
T, any way and as for swearing to keep
ID up, it's all balderdash; for fellow ca
1t no more hate all his life than he ca
love. I'm in love with that small, brow
eyed musician, yet ! wouldn't marry h'
IN if could; but ] mean to find her al
is know her and use her as al. ideal, If
l have to sell my immortal soul.
TO sLena Is good, wholesome girl. an
s, pie in everything but imagination, an
n- able and lenient. and she loves me, poC
child, with her whole soul. Ah, wei
r the least can do is totreat her decentl,
b. And wish to gracious this ordeal Wa
,u over with.
III my idea in hurTying the thing was
,u escape the gaping mob. and the serval
IS at the door told me he had counted OF
er hundred and twenty. never could u
derstand the whims of woman and ht
IN aversion to quiet weddings.
ne 'And then the nonsense OF payiI
ne tribute to her intuition. I'll swear tn
u, ! haven't made love to her, and kno
st- for certainty that I haven't kissed h
er three times. She thinks she loves, Al
nd she thinks she has a heart, and 81
thinks she thinks, which is csluivalel
TO the demonstration of an absurdity.
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