Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1892-01-22

will be lionized TO his hearts content.
| hope they won't spoil him. He's
too good fellow. But success does
turn peoples beads, don't you think
so, Lady Bostwick 9
Occasionally it does-when the
heads are weak" replied the lady.
rather bitterly. What is you:
friends nameT'
Gregory Moore. Do ynu know
him.'
"No-no-yes, that is ! did know
hlm. met him often before mar
ried. but have not seen him lately.
Reginald Dawson took mental
note Ct the lady's confused, hesitating
reply for future use. He also abserved
rhe pallor that overspread her face.
Il must admit Moore is very lucky
fellow" he went on, but he deserves
his good fortune il ever anybody did
He is the most unaSsuming and al
together the incest man know"
This was buttering the toast rather
thickly.
Lady Bostwick was thoroughly
miserable. She idgetted about in
her chair. spoke sharply to the ser
wants. and gave various other signs
OF perturbed mind.
Reginald Dawson enjoyed il al
immensely. and would not let the
subject drop until it was thoroughly
exhausted.
Thank goodness, he has goneh
was the lady's exclamation when the
barrister hurried away on the plea OF
another engagement. And she ran
10 her chamber aud wept a flood OF
bitter passionate tears.
Dawson drove straight 10 his
friends rooms aud found them occu-
pied
Il have been dining with the Bost-
wicks. Greg" he said, pulling chair
up to the authors writing table.
Gregory Moore's pale face flushed
crimson. He had not forgotten his
old sweetheart.
Indeed p he exclaimed.
Yes. | put my lady TO the torture,
| fancy she had just had n pretty
quarrel with Sir John when | got
there. and trotted out your wond"r-
ful luck on the top OF it. BY Jove!
il would have done TO see my lady
change color. She was always pale,
but she turned as white as the table
cloth. piled up the agony until she
could hardly Sit and I'll lay nifty to
one she's crying her heart out now.
You have got your revenge, my boy,
and no mistake
Poor girlr'
What
Poor girl! AIN sorry for her, aud
more sorry for myself Dawson. could
cry my heart out, too"
The barrister whispered softly.
by Jove if it's that way with YOU
you hadn't better meet her In so
ciety. | don't think she would be
particular about swapping the link
that binds her TO Bruin, aud have
no great desire TO appear on your be
half before Mr.. Justice Anybody
You heed not fear that. SO long
as she il wife she is nothing TO me,
said Greg, calmly.
He met her i'm society frequently
and was exceedingly courteous ia
frigid kind OF way. She, however,
was not so outwardly calm. Greg
saw plainly enough how it was with
her and pitipd her. but he took care
never 10 evidence his pity. He had
still bitter feeling against her in his
heart. and revenge was not yet com
plete.
The opportunity to make it so came
sooner than he expected. Sir John
Bostwick died Of spoplexy. brought
on b. tit OF passion caused by his
wife's return 10 the concert stage. and
Mady Bostwick was widow with a
fortune OF 100000.
Gregory Moore had gone TO Cor
sica i'm search OF local color for n new
vendetta story. and knew nothing
until his return.
Il saw the widow the other day."
said Dawson. upon whom Greg called
the dnv lie reached London.
What widow =
LADY Bostwick.'
"Is she-a-a widowT
Yes: Sir John died OF apople1y
three months back. ] wonder Won
did not hear Of it, She asked me {.
had seen you lately. / told her you
had gone abroad. She asked lot Of
questions. but collapsed when told
her fancied a pretty Corsican wa-
keeping YOU on the island That set
tied her
Did she believe you r Greg asked,
rather eagerly.
"Of course. / told her a pretty cir
cumstantial story. you know. You'll
meet her somewhere soon. Cut her
dead. Don't know her. or pretend
you have forgotten her and punish
the jade. BY Jove don't know.
rather think / would be attentive TO
ber-make love 20 her and then serve
her a. she served you"
That would be a good revenge.
I'll ;hink about it,"
They did not meet very soon. Re
gard for les coDvenances compelled
Lady Bost~ick TO pas the early part
OF her widowhood in strict retire
ment.
When Sir John had been dead
year she went TO Brighton. One Sun