The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-09-21
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| SItUICy.
love warming my dcsolate heart, your touch
lingering on my face and my hair, your truth
! keeping mo strong in resolve 10 right YOU
your words of love singing in my ears. But
that was our last caress. Now our love is
nothing but memory, and this act Of mine
may even blot out yours. You will never see
me again, Jaffray, and l pray you never to
seek ne. Between us there is bar that moth.
ing can break down, and, though am not al.
| together guilty toward yCu, am not altogeth.
| er innocent. would sooner have died than
! have done this. 1t would have been so easy
| just TO die i'll your arms but could not take
| my shame awPy with me, and think have
i cone what alone can cure some Part of the
| evil that have wrought. l cannot tell you
what it is. ! pray yon may never know. To.
day when lay in your arms nearly told you
all, nearly opened tho flood gates Of all the
sorrow and tho pain and tho distracting trou
bic, and just let it all como out, but some
thing happened, word you said or a tone
thought heard, and stopped, and all wa4
blnckncss and gloom again. There is no way
but this and no end for me but death, though
that mny not no yet One thing ask-try
not to think i'll Of me, Never believe have
not loved you with my whole heart. Never
Goubt that in amy wild stories which NAV
ever reach y6u either cs TO the East or The fu.
ture. Ii am driven to what may look like
evil and wrong and crime, remember it is only
ava 1ou rtiht uutl LttAHst lHtfe Is no CtleT
way. And now goodby, goodbyl can hard
~ write for the tears which scald my eyes
All, nc! The last word shall ever say to
ynu' Think, Jaffray. the lust wordl My heart |
is ns broken as my life. But must say it, |
goodhy! LOLA. |
Tho writing of tho last few lines of |
the letter was bleared and blotted and
irregular where Lola had not been able
to keep her tears from running OIL to
the paper or to hold her hand steady az
she had penned the words.
Sir Jaffray's eyes were dim enough
as lie read the letter and tried to fud
some reason for what had been doa.e.
What could it mean?
The letter was the plant of broken
heart. and every word and syllable of it
spoke to the love with which Lola loved
him.
And yet she had left him.
Flo sat alone battling with the prob
lem for time aud trying to think what
was best to do and when he could SEQ
10 CLEAN Of light he went out to 60 to
his mothers ICON, carrying the letter
in his hand.
AS he was crossing the hall it &C.
cured to him that he must give some
reason to the servants for Lola IS absence,
and, ringing for her maid, he said that
she had been detained at LEICESTER Court
and would not be home
Then Mrs. De Witt, hearing him,
came out of the drawing room.
"Doyouknow I'm all alone, Magog?"
she said in a bantering voice, and then,
changing her tone at sight of his face,
she asked: What is tho matter? What
has happened?'
Nothing is the matter in which you
can help, thank you, he answered de-
liberately. II am sorry you are alone,
but Lola has been kept at LEICESTER
Court and will not be home tonight. I
am probably going over there myself.
Will you wait for few minutes in tho ,
drawing room aud will see you pres
ently?'
There was something in his manner
which shook all the frivolity out Of Mrs.
De Witt, and without word che went
back into the room, feeling grave and
troubled.
Then Sir Jaffray went on to his
Mothers room.
Mother, there is trouble. Help me :
what to think and what to do, Lola !
Gems to have been driven by some cause
which cannet IN tie least Understand
o take tho dcsperusc.stcp Of leaving tbe