The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-04-03
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

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faces. and hurried away like startled
Wild animal 70 It's cover. She could
not orcn that letter with other eyes
luron her She felt that She mnsi
treasure Il 70 herself. like one who has
discovered precious jewell
On her way home from the mill that
evening Isabel IsIay stopped at tho
little house where the tin sign: "Aiil.
liincry and DrcssmaiSing." swung
erealing in the wind Tho window
blinds were fastened back, the parloi
was opened md busted Miss Gene.
We've WINS moving 70 and fro In heI
best India silk gown, with q flower
Ipinncd Enthusiastically III her hair
| a round red spot glowed on each
lcisek; her bony fingers tremblcd with
excitement as she laid down her spec
t1eies
| Can you press over my leghorn hat,
Miss Seaman asked the beauty.
'Oh, my dear, I'm rfraid notr' said
the little woman, with a hysterical
Laughs Haven't you heard? IIm
| 70 be mnrried very soonl Capt. Ed
ward Gleason You may perhaps have
heard 81 him he used 10 be resident
LOT Alilitown he has made fortune. Il
seems, in New York, and he Is coming
back almost directly toto claim M
old promise made him twenty years
ago. My dear. he has loved me-
twenty years. Her eyes shonc, her
voice ALTERED with the ecstasy Of her
soul. And tomorrow he Is coming
buck 70 me on, Miss IsIay, IL seems
Iulmoct like d drc0rals
She laughed again, but her eyes were
fun Of tears. Isabel moved uneasily;
She was almost frightened at what she
had done. Tho joke did not seem half
50 iocose as II had ut FIRST, since poor
Miss Gcncvicvc accepted iii such dead
earnest.
She took advantage Of the entrance
ofa customer to slip out Of the little
shop.
Girls said she to her conspirators,
tive must tell her that 1t is only d
Joke"
'Tell herl' echoed Lucy FELTON,
ssWhat for? She'll find it out soon
enough. She needn't have been such q
silly, anyhowW
ut will kill hcri" pleaded Isabel
No II won't People don't die so
easily" laughed Lucy.
Heard the news about Miss Genny
Seaman2. said Mrs Webb at the
boarding house breakfast table tho
next morning as she poured the coffee
and helped the eggs and bacon around.
Isabel looked guittily up,
/ no said She What is it2s
"Fouud dead in her cheer, = said Mrs.
Webb, IA smilin' as happy as a child.
Some heart trouble, the doctor says. .
! Isabel drew long breath. So she
| had died and never knew how cruelty
she had been deceived She drew
Mary Crane. and Miss FELTON, aside.
Girls" said she, "you must never
breathe a syllable OF this to anybody
Let the secret die with this poor little
] woman
"But she died happy at last, said
Mary, with the tears running down her
checks, believing that her old sweet
heart was coming back to her.
Eyes, but that doesn't justify our
cruelty, whispered Isabel. And then
and there the three girls entered into a
compact Of secrecy.
/ Miss Genevievc was buried in a shady
corner of the village cemetery, and on
the very day of the funeral Isabel Islay
met a tall, bearded stranger walking
j along the street, scanning the houses
with keen, troubled eyes.
Can you tell me-" said he, where
Miss Seaman lives-Miss Genevieve
Senman2''
Isabel started.
sMiss Seaman was buried this morn
ing, \ said she, "Oh, I'm so sorryl Was
she a friend of yours?''
/ They had stopped opposite the little
gate where the wheel tracks of the
hcarse were yet visible, The sign
"Milliner and Dressmakern yet crealed
in the wind, the red sun was sinking
behind the low caves, and Miss Genny's
cat rubbed itself against the door sill as
II begging TO be let in.
"a friend r repeated the stranger, al
he drew an old-fashioned miniature
from his pocket, .'See, here is hei
pictured I've waited all these years Il
make home for her and now-she il
aeadr'
Isabel looked at the picture. GOOD
heavens. had Genevieve Seaman looked
as fair and dimpled and smiling as that
And the thought flashed across hel
mind that it was well that Capt. Glea
N son had not been undeceived. YES.
She repeated softly, ''shc is dead.
''And were you her friendp''
Yes, was her friend-at least as
much as anyone here" falteringly
owned Isabel, feeling like an impostor
Then perhaps You can tell me some
thing Of her. ] wanted to surprise hei
- and now
His voice was choked, he turned hi:
face away
Isabel told him. in low, sweet voice
all that she could-all that was good
and cheering and hopeful and Capt
Gleason went back to the village hotel
walking with his hands behind hi.
back. and his head dropping on hi.
breast
For the time he truly mourned tn,
sweetheart of his youth, but no on,
can grieve forever. Moss grows ovei
the fallen tree; violets bloom over Tho
new made grave. Poor Miss Geneviev,
was dead and buried, and when til,
next summer blossomed over the lane
Capt Gleason was married to Isabe
&lay.
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