The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1890-03-12
with W.:.: .a>IL3g.... ,;.GlI YOU.
"But, Why an alone 10 be treated

with contelnpt?" he asks. with sudden
passion. '-tll ojler n Il OF yoCr ac-
GudiGtaI:ce are Gr8ciouS!N y received by
! you. are met with smiles ard kindly
Worl:S. Upon me a.0nc Your eyes rest,
Wen they dcign TO glance in my duec-
ton. with marked disfayor. All the
Wog,d can see Il. l am signalcd out
from the others is one TO be Sighted
and SDu1ncd."
You forget yourself" says Florence
contemptuouS!y. :! have met YOU here
to-day 10 rehearsc CIR parts for next
! Tuesday evening. not to listen 10 any
! iUS43eUt words you may T...Sh 70 address
to ne. Let US bagi27--opg ~ her
book. IF you knew your part: so
4 know my part only too well: it IS 70
worship you maGly, kopelessly. Your
cry crGeltT cniy serves to he;ghteE my
passion. Florence hecr mel
Y VII not she SAYS. her eyes fash
ing. She waves him back from her as
lie enGcavu:,S to take her hand rs it
not enough That h2ve been persecQt-
Cd by your Observation-Disclosures most
hatcful 10 ne-for the past year, but
You must now ohtrudc them upon me
| here? You compel me to tell you in
| plain words what my n&nDsr must
have shown YOU only TOO clearly-that
YOU arc Gistastcful to me in every way,
that your very presence troubles me,
that your touch IS abhorrent to me-"
"-Ah," be says. stepping back as she
huriS these words at iim, and regard
ing her with a face distorted by pas
! sion. II I were the master here, in
stead Of the !0or couSin-if1 [ were Sir
Adrian-youy trastment Of me would
be very different"
At the mention Of Sir Adrian's name
the color dies out Of her face and she
grows deadly pale. Her lips quiver,
but her eyes do not Qroop.
1 do not understand you," she says
proudly.
@Then you shall" responds Dyne-
court. "Do You think am blind, t1at
can not see how you have given your
proud heart TO my cousin, that he has
conquered where other men have
failed; that. even before he has de-
clared any love for you, You have, in
spite Of your pride, given all your af-
fection to hin?"
You insult me- cries Florence with
quiveling lips. She looks faint, and is
trembling visibly. If this man has
read her heart Alright, may not all
guests have read it too? May not even
Adrian himself have discovered her Sc
cret passion, and perhaps despised her
for it. rs beng UnWomanly?
And more" goes Oh Dynecourt. eN-
ulting IN the torture he can see he is
inGicting-. though you thrust from you
al honorable love for one that lives on
Il in lo;.I i-.2G ~;Hation, will tell you
that Sir Adrian has other views. other
Intentions. [ have reason to know
that. when lie marrieS, the name OF his
bride will not be Florence Deimaine."
Leave me, SIT" cries Florence, rOUS-
ing herself from her momentary weak
ness. and speaking with all her Old ire,
and never presume to address me
again. Co
She points with extended hand to the
door AZ tla lower end Of the gallery.
So standing. with her eyes strangely
bright. an; hcr perfect figure drawn up
to It's fullest height, she looks superb
in her disGaiuful beauty.
Dynecourt. losing lis self-possession
as lie gazcS upon her, suddenly filings
himself at her feet and CATCHES her
dress IN his hands to detam her.
Have pity on me-" he cries impl0r-
ingly; 1t is my unhappy love for You
that has driven me to speak thus! Why
is Adrian to have all, AID I nothing?
He has title, lands, position-above
and beyond everything, the priceless
treasure OF your love, whilst I am bank
rupt in al. Show me some mercy
some kindness"
They are both so agitated that they
fail to hear the sound Of approaching
footsteps.
Release me, sir" cries Florence I'M
perioUS!y.
NAY; first answer me one question:"
entreatS Dynecourt. do You love my
coUSiA:"
u care nothing for Sir Adrian!" re-
plies Florence distinctly, and in. a
somewhat raised tone. her self-pride
being tcuci:ed TO the quick.
Two figures who have entered the
gallery by tne second door at tire upper
end OF Il, hearing these words uttered
in en- emphatic tone. start and glance
at the tajisCVs presented to their view
lower down. The hesitate, and, even
as they ;i5 50. they c,sn see Arthur
Dynec0Grt seize Florence ,UelmaiQe's
hand, and. apparently unrebuked, KISS
it passionately;
low but impressive voice, at which the
two who have just entered -urn and
beat preciDitate retreat, fearing taat
thcv may be seen. One is Sir Adrian,
the other Mrs. Talbot.
Dear ne" StamnlerS Dora, IN pretty
confusion, who would have thought
It? 7 was never So amazed in my lfe."
Sir Adrian, who has turned very
pale, and is looking greatly distressed,
makes no reply. he is repeating over
and over again to himself the words he
has just heard, as though unable ana
unwilling to cOmprchcnd them. L care
nothing FOR Sir Adrian" They strike
like knel upon his ears-a death-
kneu to all his dearest hopes. And that
fellow on his knees before her, Kissing
her hand. and telling her he will stlll
hopo Hope FOR What? Alas, he tells
himself, lie knows only TOO Tell-her
love! j,
Dora goes en-, looking up sympathetl-
cally at Sir Adrian.
"Nade it I'D? ! had no idea they
acQuaintances."
1T is cutie year since we first met
Arthur in Switzerland" responds Dora
den&T2ly, calling Dynccourt by ms
Christian name. z thing she has never
done before. because she knows 1t Will
give Sir Adrian the impression that
they are on very intimate terms with
his cousin. He has been our SHADOW
ever since. I wonder you did not notice
his devotion in town"
L noticed nothing" says Sir ADRIAN,
miserabIy; "or, if did, It was only, to
ror-i,, y;-r6,l cr ;rr>,resSinnS I firmly be-