The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-06-15
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CHAPTER XVI.
1'HE WIDOW EORSYIuE

THE WIDOW FoRsYTHE.
MaXey, grave and doubtful. looked
at his sister.
You can't imagine what Lamar
wants to do now. -
"No? What is it?'
HE wants to bring his-that Mrs.
Forsythe here to call "
Mrs. Forsythe call? Impossiblep'
mo, it is not impossible 1t is the
fact could see that Eustace was trou-
bled and reluctant about it. 1t is evil
IDENTIFY not pet scheme of his own "
surely she did not suggest it?"
She must have done so. Mrs. For
sythe is very anxious to see your wife,
Is the way he put it. 1 suppose it would
not be out of place fer me to bring her
here some evening"?
And what did you tell him?"
Il told him-well, l suppose did
more than ought. l ought to have had
more consideration for you and him.
told him to come by all means. What
else could do under the circumstances"
Consideration for me?" cried Miss
Maxey, reddening II don't know what
possible consideration for me could urge
you to act any differently than you did
act. The Widow Forsythe whom have
heard SO much about? Why, by all
means let her come Let her come, and
the sooner the better l shall be ready
to receive her at her own convenience.
BE very sure of thati |"
And ready Miss Maxey was when the
critical time approached Maxey thought
he had never seen her looking so hand
some, with SO much color in her cheeks.
with such q sparkle in her oyes As they
sat i'll the front parlor under the bril-
liant gas jets awaiting the coming of
the expected visitors she almost out
shone the radiant Annette.
roll of carriage wheels in tho street
below a long and breathless pause, a
ring at the doorbcll of the artist S suit
which Maxoy himself answered, and the
guests had come.
Mrs. Forsythc, my friend, Mr.. Julian
Maxey, Mrs Maxey. Miss Ellen Maxey.
What is thist You are pale; you are i'll,
Fostellc! Some water, Julian, quick!"
Everybody was startled and alarmed.
Everybody except Ellen seemed more or
less III danger Of losing presence Of mind.
Ono moment o naughty and tisdainful
woman in the full bloom of health and
strength bowling in lofty way to her
new acquaintances the next pale and
tottering wretch clinging to the arm of
her betrothed! The change was too sud
den, too unexpected and mysterious not
TO be powerful i'll its effect
THANK you, Eustacc," said Mrs.
Forsythc in faint voice, taking the
water, which Maxcy had run to bring,
from the doctors hand. She swallowed
a littlo of the cooling liquid and declur-
ed that she felt better. Nevertheless she
sank down upon tho sofa, whittier the
physician had led her, faint and helpless.
Lamar bent over her with some solic-
itudc, but more wonder.
"Fostelle, arc you in pain?"
Not at all, Eustace. 1t is only lit
tie faintness that will soon go away" y"
He took her hand in his, pushed aside
the massive gold ornament that encir-
cled her wrist, placed his finger upon
her pulse and looked into her face search.
ingly
Shall wo take you back to the car
riage? Don't you think it would be bot
ter to go home at once?"
Mrs. Forsythc was rapidly recovering
her color. As Lamar spoke her glance
wandered in the direction of the artists
sister, who stood by herself, silent and
composed, while all the rest were full
of anxiety A sudden CLEAN of the eyes
and compression of lips followed that
glance. Then she said in voice which,
though it trcmbled slightly, was perfect
ly clear and audible to everybody: