Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1894-09-16
A LUCKY RESPITE
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to him and the bitterness OF his dis
appointment! how much 10 Mr.. Carew!
HE is so handsome!" she thought,
land ne has so much style; and then
then he loves me-" III ne had not, he
never would have pressed my hand "a
he did last night"
The current OF Adde'S dulcet medita-
tions was here interrupted by Bridget's
voice.
miss Addie, phase, the .misthress is
CONS TO market To see about the liver
for breakfast as was ordered, and the
blunderin' butcher left behind, an
there's a lady here anxious TO see her
aud p'raps yez would do as well?"
ASK her to come up" said Addie.
And she rose and drew u chair to-
ward TO the fire. as u tall slender figure
entered, with sha nj and wrapUings all
dripping with rain, and a long Grape
veil thrown back from a face that was
vlry pretty, though thin and quite COL
orless. In her hand she carried u small
b ack leather travelling bag, and she
entered with the free, graceful air o!
me accustomed 10 society.
U"You are Mrs. Ciif7grove?" she asked,
as her eyes fell on the figure by the
$40 We.
II am Miss Clifgrcve."
az have called specially TO see Mr..
Carew, but the servant tells me has not
yet come In. In the meantime ! should
like to ask you q few questions"
she sat down quietly, and Addie
vaguely wondered what was coming
next.
HAS he been here long?"
"Mr. Carew do you meanP"
"Yes."
For about four weeks, / believe"
said Addie.
Has he paid his bills?"
Addie crimsoned. Not yet"
II thought so. Nor will bel"
Madame" said Addle splritedly,
you have no right"
" es, child. | have" broke out the lady
Impatiently. 1.-THE best right ia the
world-the right OF one woman, thor
| ough-paced william an imposter though
he is, he has cheated and wronged most
cruelty OF all. | am his wife,
His wife,
"Ah, see," nodded the strange
guest, "he has been palmlng himself on
on you as a single man. IL Is his style.
He lives a gay life. while |, down In the
| country, am suffering for the bare ne
cessarles Of life. But, In so far as
| can, | will not sea people deceived and
! deluded by his arts. II, as ! suppose,
your mother is one who depends for her
daily bread upon her daily income, lei
her get rid of him at once. He Is not
one who pays his debts, and the widow
and the fatherless seem TO be his nat
ural prey!"
Addie sat pale, and as 1t were paral-
yzed. This, then, was her hero OF ro-
mance-her cbevalier! Yet, perhaps
there was some mistake, some spiieful,
envenomed SANDER. She would not be-
lieYe IL until
Even as this reflection eddied vaguely
through her mind, the door opened, and
Mr.. Carew himself entered. He stopped
short, turning OF q livId pallor as he saw
the pale in black.
Augustus" she greeted him com
posedly.
Flora" he gasped. III did not
expect TO see you here"
NO, | knew you did not, she said,
bitterly. you thought you had effect
ually concealed your whereabouts from
me; but a neglected wife has keensr
vision than one is aUt TO suppose. VIII
you not Introduce me formally 10 your
/ pretty young friend?"
''Certsinly-oh, OF course" said Mr..
Carew, growing red and pale with NOR
, LITIGATION, yet striving 10 assume an easy
manner. Miss CllGgrove, this is-a-
my wife.
And Adde'S look OF contempt wa,
4 perhaps the keenesi modification OF al
that Augustus Carsw had yet expert
enced.
Mr. and Mrs. Carew went home the
next day. the former promising 10 send
a remittance 10 Mrs. Cliffgrove per
~mail-which remittance. IL may be uu-
necessary TO state. never arrived.
Addie became John Torrey's promised
wife. For Johns heart was very wise
in It's tenderness, aud he never spoke
Carow's name again.
And Addie is very, very happy In her
| quiet life, and always thinks with pity
Ing kindness Of Augustus Carew's pale
wife