The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1897-11-09
A X LYING LOVE.


the accusation, but something in her
manner convinced me that she WAS
guilty. L cannot properly explain to
You what cruel shock this discovery
! was to me. | was too upset to pursue
the subject then, but | resolved that
when evening came, aud after the
shop was closed and we were alone
that would strive to bring her to n
sense OF her duty to me- But / never
saw her again. Within half an hour
after | had spoken to her she had
flown, and this was all she left behind
! her"
Mrs, Chambers drew crumpled let
Ter from her pocket aud gave it to
Frank; then she buried her face in her
handkerchief and appeared to be dis
inclined for further conversation. This
was the letter Rosa left for Mrs. Cham
Ders. 1t was written hastily and there
was certain hardness aboutthe phrase
ology that bespoke heart numbed by
grief:
You have been kinder to me than
my mother ever was, and You will think
me very bad and ungrateful to leave
You as do. God knows | have no
chance. | must go, and go even as I
so now 1t is all for the best-for
you, Tor Mr.. Gilmour, for my wretched
self"
SO it ended. She had forgotten to
sign her name.
is there nothing else?" he asked.
In low tone-''no other clew?"
For some time NIrs Cl,,I
manned silent. After an effort she
SAID, though still hiding her face:
She did leave something else, but
not wliIlngly-not knowingly"
What did she leave?" he asked
anXiously.
After another pause she placed KEY
IN his hand, saying:
That is the key of her bedroom. I
have kept 1t locked ever since she left
On her dressing table you will find
something picked up from the floor. 8"
She turned from him, for her heart
was so full she could scarcely sneak
lie pressed her forehead gently with
his lips and left her
As Frank Went ND stairs Hobtv
holding the key she had given him in
ms hand, he muttered between his
set teeth:
j will find the man who has taken
her from me, and when find him I
will kill him
lie paused before her door. He
turned the lock with strange reluc
lance and when he stood upon the
threshold of the little room. which WINS
still fragrant with the odor of sweet
iiowers, he again hesitated.
She mad gone and was unworthy of
INN; she has proved ruthless. and he
OF all men should no respect for her.
Still that apartment seemed TO him
sacred, and feeling of guilt took
possession of him rs he entered il. He
walked to the dressing table and ot
first he saw nothing. Then he noticed
that photograph was on the centre
OF 1t, lying face downward He thrust
ms hand out greedily to secure it
the thought running through his brain
that 1t was the likeness of the man
who robbed him of his love. and that
now he would not have much trouble
in tracking him
He picked up the carte. There were
some words written on the back of if.
and these he read with feverisb
haste. As he perused them his face
became even more pallid than before.
and beads of perspiration stood upon
his forehead. These words were:
Yours very dearly. Gregory Gil
mour.
He let the thing fall from his hands
As IL fell 1t turned, and now it layupon
the dressing table face upward. This
lace was his father's-the face of Greo-
DRY. Gilmour, Of Wakefield. solicitor
and esquire
Mr. Gregory Gimom. composed.
pleasant looking aud dressed IRE.
proachaoly, sat in his easy chair. some
times 7miling. more often stndving bis
almond nails Before him-white
passionate, q fiery Indignation blazing
ln hls eyes-stoOj his son. speaking
hoarseIy, and trembling rs he spoke
~ swore in my heart, Frank de-
clared, with intense though subducd
earnestness. "that when / discovered
the man who had stolen her from me I
would Kill him. I had scarcely so
sworn before the horrid truth was
made manifest TO me that the scound-
rel was my father, and. being INV
father, his viIlainy must go unpun-
ishcd
Mr. GilmOur smiled.
Well done Frank Quite melo.
dramatic / declare. When / was vour
agc I would have done the same THING
myself though perhaps not quite So
well mot quite so well.
Don't mock my misery" the
young man cried, impetuouslv. 'Tt
rs a hard, bitter, a wicked feeling
TO cherish, but despise you. abhor
your name. ! wish to God had died
before / knew this shame
Sons, said Mr.. Gilmour. with a
tinge Of bitterness in his tone. care
slow 20 pardon their parents errors
This rs q ange, seeing how much
parents have 20 forgive Even now T
am doing great thing I am pardon
ing your insolence