The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-02-03
EDITH'S TRIUMPH.

IL shall be back soon, dearest
believe me, it is only the most ur-
gent business that calls me away
from my blue-eyed little enchant-
ress.'
"Oh, Alfred. If l could only go
with you"
Mr.. Caryl WINGED visibly.
Impossible, ~dear-quite impossi-
bic just at this time. But you may
be sure that l shall lose no time in
returning, as soon as this--this bust
ness matter is settled"
And with this rather unsatisfac-
tory promise Edith Mallory was
forced to be content.
"A pretty kettle OF fish I've got
myself into," unused Mr. Caryl, as he
walked al~stractedly through the
woods on his way TO the village hotel.
why couldn't / have had the
moral courage 10 W up, at once,
that / was engaged to another
woman. But then it was so pleasant
to see the little creature gradually
becoming fond Of me-and-and
somehow, the first l knew, l had
committed myself, and the mischief
was done, Oh, dear. 1 wish / was
we'll out Of it,"
And Alfred Caryl broke into a
thoughtful whistle as he shutled
lazily through the fragrant autumn
leaves.
A week went by-two weeks-a
month; and Edith Mallory's heart be-
gan TO die within har. Why did he
not write? why~~i he not return?
''Oh, by the way, Edith, you re.
member that Mr.. Caryl who came
here shooting in September"
Edith turned scarlet-it was we'll
for her that Kitty Capron was too
busy In unfolding her budget Of city
news TO pay much heed to the
changes in her auditors ~cOuntenance.
al remember-what Of HIM"
well my sister writes that she
has met him several times; he is TO
he married next week to a rich heir
ess there"
"Married!"
She spoke the word almost mechan-
ically, with a hot flush sweeping
through her whole frame.
Edith. why, what ails you?"
Don't be frightened, Kitty. l
j don't feel very we'll"
And she flinted quietly with the
moonlight smile still quivering wanly
on her lips
The next evening, just as the hall
waiter in one of the largest metro.
politan hotels was c~ogitating whether
or no IL was too early TO light the
chandelier, he Nas astonished by the
sudden apparition of a slender female,
closely yelled and dressed in nun.like
gray.
'Is Mr.. Caryl in?"
II believe 50, ma'am."
''Show Inc the way TO his room"
The man hestated.
Take me to his room, 1 tell you"
''This way, ma'am," he said, quite
meekly.
Mr.. Alfred Caryl was composedly
brushing his hat, in front OF a rudy
coal fire, when the door opened, and
the little gray figure glided in like a
ghost The hat fell from his nerve
less fingers-he stared helplessly at
the unexpected yisitant.
Edith Mallory"
He had grown as white as a sheet,
but he still retained sufficient com
mand over h S faculties t. stammer
incoherently:
Il did not expect never i'm
agined-that you would have co-~e
here, Edith, after hearing"
THAT you were TO be married 10
another woman. " she interposed, her
lip curling with bitter scOrn. II am
here to demand an explanation-sat-
isfaction!"
You will obtain neither" he said,
d~oggedly.
you think l am but a helpless
toy which you have br ken and tossed
away with %impunity," she said in
low, measured accents. ''But you
are m staken The hour OF retribu.
ton will cOme-and / shall lie
avenged"
quite theatrical, upon my word"
sad Caryl, fiippantly, as she turned
away.
She did not answer, but walked
out OF the room a. quietly as she
entered.
The afternoon sunshine was stream
ing brightly into a little reception
room, just five years subsequent 70
Alfred Caryl's twilight interview
with the ~ he had so deeply
wrouged-a room furnished with
more gorgeousness than taste. with
curtains OF gold colored silk, and star
ing mirrors and fimsy japanese
tables loaded down with expensive
trines Me Caryl was louDging on a