The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1895-05-07
STORM DRIVEN.
By "'rhe Duchess, Author Of Molly Bawn."

yours VIII 10 WORSE, MIMI You, II you
listen to that man; for mino was, In tho
worlds iargon, honorable misery,
whereas yours"- i '0
I'll don't think you understand Mr..
Prendcrgast," says tho girl, ncrvously.
Don't ~ Then, almost llofccly:
Are you mad. child Can't you see
tho difference between these two men.
Ono would raiso yon to his own line
level, tho other would degrade YOU
OIL! with u touch Of pain. II can't
bear TO speak moro plainly. Can't you
tako what say, and believe In It? |
tell you speak from mos. melancholy
past"
Her Dyes arr full OF tears. How can
she sayo this silly child, without being
brutnlly direct? r
"0h, you have sutlorcd?" cries tho
girl, In n low tone. The tender mount.
Ing moon has cast lie rays upon tho
tears that arc trembling to their fall IN
Mrs. allinGham's beautiful eyes. Amy,
with sudden movement, goes TO her,
as II to cast her arms around her, but
Mrs. Allingham, with a swift gesture.
puts her back. Who Is shg that she
should let innocent arms eucircls her
I'VE must all suffer-" SAYS she coldly.
Ut Is 10 savo you from unnecessary
suffering tha. now speak. You can
heed me or not, rs you like. But iolt
1t my duty TO warn you
what | think" says the girl, littlo
thrown back unon herself by that sharp
repulse, "is, that You misjudge Mr..
Prondergast. To mo ho Is kind--yory
kind, aud" littlo dOfuntly. mamma
thinks him charming"
"lt." with fain. snoer, Shows great
determination on your mothers parts"
lie Is very kind to her, too. Hc quite
studios her"
Mrs. Alingham makes a little i'm.
plusive gesture.
at is pity shc does not study him, !"
with touch OF indignation. "lt your
mother sometimes iorgo. herself and
Thought moro OF you. Il would be better
both for her soul and body. tell you,
Mr.. prenderGast is no 1T associate for
you."
Mamma docs not think So" SAYS the
girl. with little soft, offended air.
"Shc likes him, and-,o do III
"iesY Mrs. Allingham laughs deris-
lively. The time has come for that de-
nouenent she would have avoided.
Ellis wife doein't," says she.
There is long silence. Then little
gaiping sigh from the girl. breaking on
tho evening air, brings them both back
to the present Mrs. Allingham's heart
is full OF remorse. Yet what else could
she DO. She has tried everything
and
~ told you he was brute" says she.
She lays her hand on the girls shoulder
and shakes her gently. "Ihore, now,
you know! Give him his congo at once
and your heart. II you can, to Mr..
Bor.hwick. He will treasure il"
As she speaks, shadow falls across
the moonlit terrace.
There he is" whispers she. looking
for you-waiting for you. Go to him."
The girl stirs uneasily. Then, seeing
herself discovered. moves straight to
where the tall EugIishman ia standing,
hesItatiug as to whether Tho shall go to
her or not The last Mira. .Allingham
sccs OF them is satisfactory. The girls
head is downcas., indeed. but sho has
let her hand bc imprisoned by Berth.
wick, who looks as if he would keep it
against all odds. 10 the end OF time.
CHAPTER III.
Mrs. Allingham laughs 10 herielf in a
strange way. "Wcll, l have done some.
thing" Gays she; and then tho thought.
IL can ave others, myself | cannot
save" comes to her, and il she had had
time she would have given way to tears.
But on, OF the darkness now some one
is coming to her!
II cav you," says Carlton, in low
tender voice. 81 waitcd-it was hard
but you looked so like an angel, min.
istering, that l subdued myself. What
were you sayipg TO that little IDIOT"
IL was giving her II word Of advice. |
saw her to-day Observation-Disclosures are
better supprcaIed, aren't they 2-but
with man that little girl like her
should not even know. | was telling
her TO have nothing 10 do with him."
$50 bad as that?"
"For one thing, ho is married"
Good heavens! married. and"-
Yes; hc has evidently pursued her
here. You can see how pretty she is?"
IL cant. lean see you only."
"Wcll-from Berlin to here, he has
followed her."
"lie's 10 sense OF decency, then?"
"Ho was born, no doubt, withou. that
troublesome sense"
"And his wifo?"
"Sho--left him some time ago."
Tomorrow. Clare" broathes he.
She shuddcrs in his embrace. "Why,
Clare! What Is it? Iha, girl has up.
set you'll You are thinking Of your past
marriage. But it is past, my darling,
my beloved! Nothing OF it romans.
You have told mo something OF it, and
have guessed the rest. Ir'-he pauses,
bending over her--''it was a martyr.
dom"
at was hell" saws she in n noarse,
stitled whisper. 1t shocks him; but
quito suddenly her mood changes. She
lifts herself and quickly. vehemen.ly
presses her lips to his. The caress is
feverish, aud yct, when he would have
strained her to his heart, she puts him
back from her. lightly, lnughingly, with
both hands, then sinking into q low
chair, bcckons him to her. Her every
movement il full OF grace, is also full
oil fro and strange unrest.
Come, lot us sit hero and talk-not
OF tho past; that, as you say. Is doad;
may its soul rest in peace--but OF tho
future. All! that is ours. Ours! What
good 10 tho past to any one? Who
cares for II? 1t past, and done with.
Aud tomorrow She THROWS bacl;
her lovely head and laughs aloud. 80.
morrow you will take mo away
nway-away."
She pausos. A queer sob aoems to