The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1892-10-29
EDITH LYLE'S REVENGE.

There was so much interest in his
voice that she looked up quickly and
instantly lowered her eyes again. $50, "
she thought, "this is your motive.
am not the woman for Tom Randall to
marry, but l am evidently the one
whom you would like to win"
Then, while the halt-formed purpose
stole into her heart, "that she would
make this man suffer all that he had
made her suffer-" she lifted her eyes.
which he noticed for the first time were
very beautiful, and SAID, nall playiully:
~ must, Mr.. Chalmers. and you know
the old adage, Go where duty waits
thee
Besides" she added, "there is no
one but mother who cares where !
60, you know.
"But there is some one who cares,
Miss Lyle. care" he paused, then
said, hesitatingly, Miss Lyle, can't you
and be friends?"
"0h, yes, Mr.. Chalmers, certainly we
can" she answered, with light laugh,
which somehow sounded hollow to him |;
Eyes, the best OF friends; but excuse
me, have not had breakfast yet and |
am awfullY hungry. Won't you come,
tooW
with great pleasure" he returned.
~ have been waiting here hardly dar-
ing to hope for your company"
Three weeks had drifted by, and to-
day Edith Lyle was going back to begin
her teaching again, and as she sat
gazing out over the bay, with its blue
waves rolling and tossing, tipped here
and there with white foam, sparkling
in the rays of the August sun, she
sighed audibly at the recollection that
here she had found and lost all that
could ever make her happy.
"Why that sigh and that far-away
look in your eyes, Miss Edith ?" said n
voice close to her side.
She raised her head and saw Harry
| Chalmers bending over her, look OF
intense admiration in his eyes.
GLOW you frightened ne" she ex-
claimed. II do feel little sad." sho
continued. ~ am going home tonight,
and almost hate to leave this dear old
harbor; it is such nice resttul place
when one is all tired out with work"
"Yes," he answered, as u shade cross
ed his face, and |, too, shall go to.mor-
row."
After a short pause he continued,
speaking hurriedly. II have been hunt
ing for you ever since lunch; / want to
speak 20 YOU" He hesitated an in
slant. ~ want to know my fate,
Edith ?" he continued, taking one OF her
hands in his; 81 love you, will you be
my Wife,"
All the color left her face and steely
CLEAN flashed in her eyes which seemed
more beautiful than ever to him, as, ris-
ing TO her feet, she looked down into
his face and answered slowly:
"Mr. Chalmers, never loved but one
man, and Edith Lyle was not the wo-
man to make him happy. Do you know
who that man il?
Then lifting her hand she added:
"As much as love him hate you, and
only hope you may suffer hall what
you have made me suffer-"
She turned, without waiting for him
to reply, and left him. Half an hour
later she stepped aboard the train
which would carry her home.
.
The sun was low in the western sky
one afternoon some ten years after the
events above noted.
man was sitting by the window
looking out across fine lawn, when
suddenly a curly-haired little girl
turned in at the gate, and she tripped
up to the walk he rose TO meet her.
| fton n;,,i11 hae a haoHkK, Gius ~, khn
upturned mouth he asked: well,
Edith, how do you like the new
teacher2"
"Oh, papa, she's just the coolest
teacher, she's just like my own mamma
used to be. T"
A sigh escaped Mr. Randall as he
clasped his little daughter in his arms,
for the little girl was motherless aud
sometimes his heart ached in its loneli-
ness.
"Papa," murmured the little one, as
she nestled her bright head on his
shoulder, II asked the new teacher to
come tomorrow night after school and
see the flowers. You don't care, do you,
papa%
mo, dear, l shall be very glad to see
your teacher, and We will try and make
her visit pleasant"
Toward evening the next day Tom
Randall suddenly glanced up from the
paper he was reading and saw his little
daughter coming up the walk, her hand
placed confidingly in tho lady's who
walked beside her.
He dropped the paper, md taking
his hat, stepped from the room and
down the avenue to meet them.
AS he drew near he paused Where
had he seen that figure, that face be-
tore2" he asked himself:
"This is my teacher, papa, this is
my papa, teacher-er-Miss Lyle" said
the child, in her childish confusion.
There was an instant's pause, then
like flash it all came back, and reach
ing out his hand he said quickly, Miss
Lyle, can it be l am mistaken is this
Edith Lyle that knew ten years ago at
the sea-shore?"
Tho very same" answered Edith, for
she it was, and, blushing, she placed
her hand in his. adding: ~ am very
glad to meet Mr.. Randall again"
Come into the library, want to tell
you something that never knew until
q few days ago"
She followed him into the house.,
while the child, with wondering eyes,
looked first Mt her father and then at
her teacher, as II seeking in childish
fashion to discover the solution to what
she saw.
Edith, please go and tell Mrs. East.