Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1893-03-31

fancifui when | give way to these foolish
bursts of grief"
Tell me" whispered Virginia, kneeiine
at her pale companions side, tell me all. .
But il it should bring sharp pang 10
your heart, Miss Clevington?"
u cannot imagine how it should do So"
Alice hesitated moment, with the white
and red inttering like wind stirred banners
across her check
Miss Cleyington," she said. the sur
geon's hand should not hesitate to probe
the hidden wounds. Twill not falter longer
Is it true that you are to be married TO Hor.
ace Calthorpe next month";"
"Yes, it is true"
The afternoon sunshine faded into purple
tides OF sunset-the sunset died into silver
bright starbeams-and yet Virginia Clev-
ington knelt there listening to Alice's soft
measured tones Which Of those two wom-
en- suffered most would be difficult to tell
1t was like the bitterness Of death to both.
Il am late tonight, know, mia cara"
said Horace Calthorpe caressingly as he
laid his hat and gloves on the center table
and put his arm round Nirginia's slight
waist, but indeed it was the fault of un-
avoidable business"
What! Shrinking away from me, lovey
Surely so slight a fault should not be Wis
tied by penaHee like that. Let me seal my
forgiveness on your lips, my darling"
"Neyer again, Horace Calthropel You
have proved yourself villain and hypo-
critef'
Virginia.
But she went on, with flushed cheeks and
sparkling eyes:
Horace Calthorpe, how dared you aspire
to my hand when your wife-your wife in
the sight of God and man--was pining
away, unacknowledged and forgotten"
MY wife Dearest Virginia, some i'm
poster has been practicing on your credul-
ity have no wife-I never had one"
For answer Virginia CIevington parted
the azure folds of her heavy silken curtains
and reveaieda slight figure in the deep EN-.
brasure-Al ice-whiter than any sculptured
stonei
Horace elevated his handsome eyebrows.
II don't deny that may have firted with
that young woman at times while was
ruralizjng among the mountains up north
but as for her being my wife that's simply
ridiculous. Let her prove it il she can"
Virginia Clevington, pale and resolute,
opened the folding doors that led into lit
tie study beyond.
"Mr. Wayne, your evidence is needed to
decide this matter"
Had a corpse arisen from its winding
sheet, Horace Calthorpe could not have been
more astounded or bewldered than at the
sight of the venerable clergyman who had
performed the marriage service between
himself and Alice Wyman.
"Waynew he stanmered, Wayne!
thought Mr.. Wayne was dead. "
mot dead, returned the silver haired old
man, but spared by mercifui Providence
TO protect the threatened future of this
young girl. Miss Clevington, you have had
narrow escape. God grant that you fall
into no more such temptation"
Meanwhile Alice had advanced to con
front her reoreant husband.
Horace +" she said in voice that was low.
but perfectly calm, do not imagine that |
shall ever again claim your love or protec.
ton | have saved Miss Clevington; have
avenged myself We shall meet no more p"
And few New Workers know in the faded
seamstress that plies her daily trade the
wife of Horace Calthorpe, who is the most
daring specuiator in Wall street.-~New
York Telegram