Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1897-10-19

marvellous sympathy and broad outlook
upon life, she would cry bitterly to her.
self: "Why cannot 1 love this man!
Why cannot 1 love him?' And so the
DAYS passed, the woman endeavoring to
stifie the impulses of her heart by Sc
we're study, the man glorying in her
beauty and her intelligence. until the
Duke of Strathwayte fell dangerously
i'll.
This illness may last for months, -
said Bewdavon, as he was leaving
Belper Lodge, land 1 cannot be away
from him. Go abroad. Dorothy, with
Mrs Vane''
How could I help you tken?" she
asked, terror of strange places and
peoples suddenly taking possession OF
her .'There is much I can do for you
If stay here. "
''But it will do you good You need
a change" he protested.
I'VE will compromise, she said,
smiling. ~ will go to Brighton
"And be thoroughly idle, - he con-
cluded. patting her cheek. "You have
been working too hard. "
at the end of fortnight Dorothy re-
turned, hurrying the meek Mrs. Vane
protestingly from the delights of the
hotel, the victim of a restlessness that
left her no peace Soon after her return
to Belper Lodge she was one afternoon
idly scanning the pages of magazine,
when her eye fell upon an illustration
of the interior of large Diapers shop.
She rose abruptly, filled with n sudden
desire for her old life-to smell the
aerial scent of new calico. TO see the
long line of fiaring lights over each
counter, to hear the ripping of cloth,
the conversation of the tired shopgirls.
Memories of her girlhood surged through
her brain as she leaned against the
mantelpiece, and an incurable longing
to see the great drapery establishment
where she had worked took possession
of her She picked up the magazine,
and then. with mrffied cry. threw it
down and ran to her bedroom The
tea gown of diaphanous lace and silk
was torn off, and few moments later
Dorothy slipped out OF the house, a sad
colored cloak and thick veil shroud-
ing her figure and face. Hailing han
som, she was passing through the gilt
ter of Piccadilly on her way TO the Tot
tenham Court road before she realized
that she had succumbed to temptation
she had successfully combated for
months
Dismissing the cab some distance be
low Messrs Yardsticks' mammoth prem
ises, she walked slowly past the plate
glass windows, filed with the cheapest
rubbish that ever the British working
man and his wife were deluded into
buying. Dorothy could have told the
small crowd of wondering women gath
Il i IL ,l,-rr-e 1earlfl m
| on the cheapness of various bargains. f"
many secrets had she been so minded
| but her eyes were fixed on large mir
ror, in which she could see the refiec-
| tion of the assistants serving behind the
counter. She was now ut the mercy OF
| her emotions, and entering the shop
| took her place among u row OF women
who were waiting to be served by
pale, tired looking girl whose face was
lined by overwork, late hours and bad
food. Dorothy watched her swift scis-
sors as they ran through the rolls OF
| calico and the rapid movement OF her
| hands with fascinated curiosity. She
felt that she was watching herself-the
self of years before. So engrossed was
| she that the familiar. what can do
| for you, miss?'' found her with nothing
to say She looked round helplessly,
and then gave trifiing order. While
the girl was doing up the parcel she
| leaned forward, whispering:
"Have you forgotten me, Lizzie? I'm
Dorothy Maxwell. :"
The parcel dropped from the girls
hands
"I can't see through your veil, she
said 1--WE thought you were dead :"
Dorothy glanced hastily round the
shop, where under the fiaring gaslights
she recognized many faces She raised
her hand to her veil. then hesitated.
"Where is John?" she asked.
"John is married" :" the girl said sui
Ienly, land has set up in business fol
himself F"
Dorothy clutched at the counter, and
for a moment the oppressive smell, the
garish lights and the sound of coarse
voices seemed to be one whirling mas:
that blinded her.
"He waited long time" the CIR
went OH in a vindictiye uDdertone, bu
he got tired and married last year. HI
used to say some nasty things abou
you, can tell you, for going of as yoE
! did, with never a word, and You en-
| gagged to him too. What are you doiDl
| now?" she added. raising her voice
"Still stopping some girl or other from
marrying the man she likes, as yoI
stopped me from marrying John?'
| Dorothy shook her head helplessly, and
| throwing some coins down upon tn
counter, walked ont of the shop.
Instinotively she turned toward tn
park, her mind filed with memories o
the past, with its hard and ceaseles
work, its privations and simple pleas
ures, and with the part John Gregor
had played in that past. So her tender
helpful lover was married, she thought
as she crouched on seat under th
dripping trees-married, and she wa
forgotten. And she had come to tel
, him that she had wearied of the luxur
of the last four years, that she needle
| him to be happy, ard that if he wonI
, forgive and forget the wrong she ha
! done him she would marry him, as Sd
lad promised him in the old days.
John was married. She smiled bit
terly to herself as she thought OF he
, wild desire, as she drove to the Iotten
+ ham Court road to tell him everything
of the accident in Oxford street tina
han first brought her under Lord BeW
6eyon's notice, of his constant kindnes
during her following illness, OF tn
tern2tation TO which she yielded becaus
she was always tired and often hungry
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