The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-06-02
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A BOOMERANG.

CeptlOH ttuu VIZ Werc w Colue dt ouCc, i
was delighted. Within O week We
mother and I-were on our way out
and in about three weeks time found
ourselves between the swampy shores Of
the Essoquibo, nearing Georgetown,
where on the quay the dear fellow was
waiting to take us up to the home he
had made for us ON his plantation.
George Haden and I had met year
before during his visit to the old coun-
try, and the big, quiet, sunburned man
and l, who tell this story, had fallen in
love with one another almost at first
sight.
We were to have been married before
he returned to Guiana, but he was re-
called suddenly by the death Of his only
brother at Rio, and it was arranged ]
should follow later with mother.
You can, OF, rather, you can't, i'm
agine how delighted I was to see my
sweetheart again. But was startled
and good deal troubled by his appear
ance He looked thin and worried. At
first put it down to his grief at Harry's
death, but later, after our quiet we'd
ding, on tho way to my future home, I
gathered by degrees there was more than
that.
His brother Harry had married a
Spaniard, beautiful woman, who
had died nearly 1S years before, leaving
him with one daughter, Teresa It was
chiefly on this girls account that George
had hurried back, and he had mentioned
in writing to me that he had brought
her up from Rio to stay with him in
Guiana until other arrangements could
be made. Since then l had heard little
of her and almost indeed, in my own
happiness and excitement, forgotten her
very existence.
Now my questions ELECTED from
George that she was not pleasant tenn
pered young woman or easy to get on
with, but my worst anticipation did not
touch the reality.
We came up the river in small
steamer, which dropped us at my hus-
bands very wharf, and we three walked
up slope through a wonderful tropical
garden to where long, whitewashed,
green shattered house shone clean and
bright in the evening sun.
On tho veranda stood tall figure in
a pale yellow gown, her black hair
crowned with crimson hibiscus-a
splendidly handsome woman!
She looked at me in q half diSdainful
way.
$50 you're my new aunt?' she said
casually. "And how do you do, Uncle
George?"
Her calm assumption Of superiority
was unbearable. George-big steady,
good tempered man that he was-fush-
ed with anger.
He whispered to me:
Never mind, my dear. She knows
no better, and it won't be for long"
But it was for longer than we reckon
ed. She was to have been sent to her
godmother, who lived in Madrid, but
the old lady was i'll and begged us to
keep tho girl awhile longer.
1t was trying to o degree and each
day got worse and worse. Teresa tenn
per was something unbearable and her
general lack Of manners only equaled
by her sweetness when there was any
thing to be gained by it. Still, for my
husbands sake, bore with her.
Toward the end of the cool weathe.
our old English overseer died, and, as a
stop gap, George took on young Span
American, Ramon Martinez
Ramon was q smart looking fellow,
but there was something in his black
eyes which repealed me. always felt a
shrinking repulsion for the man, and
George didn't care much for him. Still
it was necessary to have some one who
understood the sugar, and men who knew
anything were so scarce you couldn'
pick and choose.
Teresa, who loved the cheap gayeties
Of Rio, had been simply bored to death
all tho winter. Ramon was godsend
to her, and the two used to chat in
Spanish every evening over their coffee
OH the veranda.
Sometimes l blame myself for letting
them be so much together, but to tell
the truth the relief of getting rid of her
even for an hour or two was very great.
And how could know what scoun-
drel tho man was or what unspeakable
wickedness those two were brewing to-
gether?
And low 7 must pass over the events
of the next ten months and tell you
what happened Oh that dreadful day
which SO nearly proved fatal to all my
happiness
Old Juan, q half caste Indian en-
ployee on the place, came up that morn
ing, wanting to sec my husband. They
talked for time, and then saw
George 60 out with q gun Oh his Shout
der. He SAW me at the window and
called out something, but I could not
hear what he said.
He was a keen collector, and sup
posed it was some rare bird or beast he
was after.
The day passed, and the short, trop-