Passaic City record., 1893-09-09
FOR LOVES SAKE.


ate pain; the girls of angry defiance.
She stood on the rug by the fire, her
pretty head with its crown of sunny
curls thrown back, her large brown
eyes flashing, her red lips quiyering.
Her lover stood few feet from her,
with his right hand clinched over his
riding whip. He was tall, handsome
man, of about thirty, and his fine face
was just now stormy with passion.
Teresa was hot-tempered and jealous,
and chose to imagine her lover was
paying too much attention to General
Logan's pretty daughter, and, as
Maurice Wilford was naughty and
sensitive, he declined to play the
part of humble penitent.. when he
was conscious of his own integrity.
"You'n be in another mind tomor-
row." he said little sternly; ''you
don't know today what you are say
ing"
ST do know it." she cried out. "T
shall never change; you can take your
freedom back. I don't love you"
These cruel words stung him SO
deeply that his pride partly gave way.
'sYou don't love mel" he said.
ssThat's not true, Teresa"
And she answered him with defiance,
her anger still at the boiling point.
He stood still minute, looking at
her; then he turned towards the door.
every well, he said, with ominous
quietness; ssthen there's nothing more
to say"
Except this!'' She drew off her
betrothal ring, and held it towards
him.
He started and flushed crimson, and
o sharp spasm of pain shot across his
face. Then he mastered himself and
took the gem, looking full into her
eyes.
eff you want it back again." he
said, deliberately, "you'l have to sue
for it"
He opened the door and went
straight out of the room. He heard
Teresa's scornful laugh as he crossed
the threshold
In country places most things be-
come known, and it was soon discov-
cred that Mr.. Wilford was not at the
Glen so often as he used to be. Miss
Logan, who coveted the posi-
tion of lady of the manor, was not
slow to fan the flame of discord. Ter
esa held her head high and went about
as usual. She wasn't going to wear
the willow, or even seem to do SO;
and SO days passed on, and it did not
seem as if the breach were likely to be
healed.
One morning Prior's Lee woke to
find the world under winding sheet
of snow; but it was not at present
deep and need not prevent Teresa
keeping her promise to spend the day
at the Logans'. She rather liked GO
ing there; it was sort of extra def
ance of Maurice Wilford.
She got down the lane without any
difficulty, and Agnes received her in
her usual somewhat gushing manner,
but during the day the snow came en-
Rgain and for hours it fell SO thickly
that Gen. Logan would not hear of
Teresa's going home. Her aunt would
know she had been kept, SO there was
Ro cause of anxiety. So the girl re-
manned. But about 10 o'clock she left
the drawing-room and stole downlthe
path to the gate. She was fevered and
unhappy and the cold air was only
pleasantly cool to her. The night was
very.dark; the snow glimmered ghost
like through the gloom. Teresa leaned
against the gate-post with heart
very much in harmony with the dreary
scene. Suddenly the mutter of mems
yo ces caught her ear. The speakers
were in the lane-close by the gate,
but invisible to her as she was to
them. She heard the name s'Wilford''
and then she bent her ear with close
attention.
s.@ Couldn't be better night, =
we're the first sounds that distinctly
reached her. "See, / found it all out
<rom that ere kitchen girlmakin' up