The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1893-10-26
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secrets. II Is very full. but there Is
room for a few more Then she rushed
from the room. but as Cato was driving
her from the door ! could hear that
hideous laugh Of hers"
John looked at her uncomprehend-
ingiv. There was no more TO tell, APP
parently. She stood before him flushed
and silent.
well? ] always knew that the wotn-
an was a devil / wondered at Mrs
at the child's aunt employing her. |
suppose She had her own reasons for it.
But what are her rawlings to you or TO
me2"
by themselves, perhaps, nothing;
but one link discovers another. Do you
remember, Mr.. Lorimer, the evening
you were so good as to take me TO old
Ishan's cabin to meet Dennis, my hus-
band that is TO be?''
"Perfectly."
A wintry smile fitted over his grave
face, she had raised her young head
some things she said seemed TO throw
some light on-on-"
Mrs Lorimcr's fight?" John asked,
steadily.
Yes That Is why am here. She
came into my room after her box was
gone, and, standing before me, with her
bad, bad face working with passion,
fairly shrieked into my face: 4 am not
done with the Fairbanks yet | have
loved and hated them by turns, and the
good Lord has put it into my power 70
hurt every one of them You pass for
q saint; no one but Celeste Bougereaux
knows that it was because of you that
John Lorimer's poor young wife was
driven to despair. 1t was l, the de-
spised Celeste, not he, the man who had
sworn 20 love and protect her, nor you,
the saint who can do no harm, that re-
ceived her back, wet and shivering and
heartbroken that night - the night
that Then she broke off with that
fiendish laugh that always made me-
shudder, adding: 'Ah, welll that will
keep until | have use for it. Celeste
Bougereaux has storehouse for family
with such proud gesture of defiance
as she asked the question.
something strange happened the
next morning. 1t meant nothing at all
to me until after Celestss outburst.
Old Isham came to me with a fiVe-dOl-
lar gold piece In his hand, and asked
me If hadn't made a mistake When
! told him did not know what he was
talking about, he said: Missy, didn't
you think you was giving me a quarter
for seeing you cross Dry bayou, stead
of which you give me this?' When
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had never given him anything, he said:
Missy, you needn't be 'fraid old Isham
would tell on you
John I.orimer made gesture of i'm
patience. Why should he be called on
to sift the utterances of an Infatuated
French nursery maid and an imbecile
old negro to find the clew to his own
misery? The best OF women were SO
prolix.
"Well?"
Don't you seeP Can't you seeP" Ida
asked, impatientiy.
"See what?"
THAT the poor little thing made a
mistaksl How she must have suffered,
Mr.. Lorinert Perhaps" she went on,
blushing entrancingly, "she may have
seen you plotting me through the briers
and the gullies that night Perhaps
she got it into her. poor little bewil-
dered head that-don't you see?-that
you cared for me. the wrong way. II
she had known ms'-with a proud
flush on her pure young face
'she could never have fallen
into such a hideous error. But,
ali, how she must have suffered! Tell
me where she Is, that may make haste
to beg her pardon for my ignorant share
In her wretch edness"
DO 1 understandings l to under
stand that my wife knew of your visit