The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1893-09-14

Tsor5snssr and John yyerc both .yrzseiy
asss1rz<tesi
u wonder II he knows Nora aid %
herself. CHANGING at her brothcr-iu-iaw'
handsome serious face.
She was not sorry John did not ~
back 70 their roofa with Ker. Ninstts
was up there. She had heard her little
feet pa.teriug over their heads for some
time Celeste had smrggled her into
the house while they were all ut table.
by Tomorrow the child would have for
gotten all about her visit 10 the flower
lady. bat to-day she nigh. make indis-
Greet revelations
Celes:e's mood had changed altogether
since leaving the house. Her eyes were
sparkling. and her whole taeagcr per-
son seemed inflated with an air of i'm
portanoe. Nora looked at her in sur
prise. She had anticipated at least
three days Of the sulks.
The walk has done you good. d" She
said. kindly. II told you you ought ta
+ get out in the sunlight more"
/ Celeste stopped In front Of her. with
| her hands folded over Sinette's cloak
She snapped the fingers Of one hand
audibly:
That fer walk among wild weeds
and dust But have made discovery,
madame. Bah! it is the people who set
themselves up for saints IN this world
who are the sly and underhanded ones.
| never set myself up a. a saint No one
ever called Celeste Bougereaux saint"
She laughed aloud with malicious
gIee.
mo one Will ever be tempted to call
you one until You look little more
like one than you do at thls moment,
Celeste, Who is it that you call sly and |
underhand?"
1t was distinctly her duty 10 make |
this woman either speak more plainly |
or else hold her peace entirely She |
was not prepared for Celeste's triumph
antly prompt reply:
Miss Fairbanks-the beautiful, saint
~ Miss Fairbanks. who sacrifices her
self for her recluse "f father and vet
consents to meet her lover clandestinely
In the woods. Bah! it is only saints who
can afford to run such risks"
Nora had grown white u the very
lips. She abhorred herself almost as
greatly as she did the yellow-skinned,
glittering-eyed grfnning wretch in front
OF her for her own next words:
Il want to know exactly what you
mean, Celeste, and all that you mean"
with pleasure, madame. was so
careless not to notice, until had got
nearly to the front gate of Glenburnie. t
that the child had lost one of her tur-
luot shoulder bracelets. | left her :
among the flowers in the garden, while
ran back to the house for it. The pill
ars to that front veranda are miracles
If bigness, madame Miss Fairbanks .
must not have seen my approach. She i,
vas looking down upon the old man ,
Who sells her flowers He stood upon ,
he ground. heard her say, very dis /
lnctly, but in voice that was not :.
ute steady: Tell him yes-I will come !
his once And the old man answered G
ack: Dry bayou, remember missy, v
We o'clock Dry bayou-five o'clock. =,
will be there, Cato, tell Mr.. - -
hen. madame. Miss Fairbanks saw me,
nd her face, the pure white face of q b
alnt, became redder than those roses il
ne gave the child. That is exactly tt
hat / mean, madame, and all that | p'
lean-" C
Celeste, you are devil" -,
And Miss Fairbanks is a saint That u
as have already said-come, Ninette, =
Is time you took your bath. I must h,
ash the dust of Glenburnie from your I'll
ct, or you too may grow up to be /.
int tb
She disappeared, dragging the re- A
Giant Ninette with her Nora sat or
ute still, enveloped in all the pain
ID the powerlessness of a hideous ~
ghtmare.
In that nightmare trance she saw, dis an
nnectedly, a beautiful woman sitting do
the roadside, withered black hand m,
tending white envelope towards her av
sband, Johns hurried and unusual
ternoon departure, Celeste's mocking to-
,e and malicious gossip ne
What then?" she asked, vehemently. 49,.
oud.
After a long silence she answered her mt
vn question: no
ut would be nothing more than de- sol
rye" ORE
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