Iuka reporter. (Iuka, Miss.) 1888-1894, 1890-02-20

"'N''S WIZ my, wi Npui IiNiiul StoIN VI
wrong How he deserted you, leaving
you with your child upon your breast,
for, for all those long, dark
years And now we find him million.
aire, looked upon as kind, charitable,
honorable l have thought over the
story OF our wrongs until my brain
reels and my heart is on fire. Mamma,
l intend to be avengedl"
"Adelel"
81 intend to be avengedl"
Her voice was slow and level; her
eyes flashed with hateful light; sho
was something to fear, as she stood
there, in her glittering stage dress, so
out of place in the midst of that wild
storm of passion.
"He deserves punishment she said
slowly: -inu =. ,,ou sno.>
for Gabrielle had arisen, and an.
preached her, her wet garments drag
cling over the bare floor with u swish
ing sound.
Listen, Adele!' she commenced;
and bending her head she spoke swift
ly in low tone
The girl fell back little, trembling
violently.
His daughter, mamma? What do
you mean? Is 1t possible that
ut is possible that he has married
again" broke in Gabrielle's voice in u
slow monotone.
"She is dead, thank heavenl But
there is child-a young girl-a beau
ft,l A Ia Il
through the window where L knelt in
the storm and darkness. She was mag
niicently dressed like queen, Adele
for the theater, she said. And, lis
ten, dear, | believe she is in this very
house tonight"
A low cry broke from the girls lips.
"Hushl" painted Gabrielle. "You
must go upon the stage now! See
They have sent!'
A change instantly passed over the
girls face, Transforming it into q smil.
ing painted mask, as her eyes fell upon
the call boy, making his way towards
her.
A little later she had fitted out upon
the stage, to be received with loud
outburst of applause. She came float
ing back again, after the dance was
done, pale and trembling like a leaf.
Gabrielle, who had exchanged her wet
clothing for dry garments, arose invol-
UNFAIRLY at sight of the awful anguish
upon the girls face.
"My child she was beginning;
but Adele clutched her imperiously.
Mamma, listenl He is there, in
front, Arthur Wynne He has come
every night for weeks, to see me dance;
he has showered at my feet the love.
lest bouquets! He has been very kind
and courteous to me, as you know.
Once, when was insulted by drpnkep
fellow on the street, Arthur Wynne
came to my rescue and saved me from
shame and humiliation. He treats me
as if were the highest lady in the land.
He is rich, handsome. aristocratic, far
above me-he is"
= short, tho catch of the season 7 u
answered Gabrielle; "and not likely to
think seriously of ballet dancer!"
The girls eyes We're blazing. She
was pale as sculptured marble, and her
slight form shook like reed in the
wind.
"Hush!" she cried, sharply; 1t am
Adele ST. Cyr Lawrence, by right, and
quite as good as he! But have not
told you all Mamma, he is in stage
box, the box on the right. I can al
most touch him as / move over the
stage; end he is not alone! A beauti-
full girl is with him; yellow haired.
blue-eyed doll, with a wild-rose color
in her cheeks. She is no prettier than
/, but she wears costly dress violet
velvet, and amethysts I"
Gabrielle ST. Cyr started as with a
shock, and her face grew CHASTITY white.
wait a moment!" she painted swiftly.
She slipped from the room and
around to the "wings." She peered
forth, seeing but unseen, for moment,
then she returned.
"Adelel" her voice was shaking so
that it was scarcely audible; at is
Ruby Lawrence!"
Silence. No sound to break the still
ness resting over the dingy dressing
room like pail. At last:
Mammal Git was like wall of de-
spair) II love him-Arthur Wynne
Far above me, though you say he is, 1
am his equal after all; and he would
have loved me in time, know it, But
she has won him; I could see it even
while 1 pirouetted over the stage, for a
dancer must dance though her heart be
breaking! Every glance of his beauti-
eI eyes into her doll baby face means
Lowell
"She has won him, mamma, as she
has won alll For her--home, fortune,
position and now, greater than all else,
his love! But she shall not triumph
long! Let Ruby Lawrence beware!
The tigress in the jungle is no more
pitiless than jealous hatred; swear to
punish her, to make her bow her head
in endless shame; to pay back all the
debt owe! And Adele st. Cyr never
breaks an oath!'
ITO BE CONTINUED
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