The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1900-09-19

ROCKY seat nad been her poudolr taplc.
There were so many people In the
hotel, ali ugly and all old, and I can't
eat when see ugly sights. My courier
brought me my dinner"
The sun was setting I'm pomp and
splendor. From our high point OF view
we could see all tho shimmer and color.
and all the varying tints Of glowing
August sunset. pointed 1t out to my
friend; sho did not turn her head.
"1 don't caro- for views," che said
gently. sT have eeen so many, and I
am tired Of them"
looked in her face. Her eyes had
caught some strange luster from the
beautiful cloudland Of color about US;
there was q vague disQuiet visible in
her manner, Auttering In her voice.
Lt seemed to me that she was under
the mastery Of some profound impress
| sion.
The warm night crept onward. We
were alone. quite alone, under the
throbbing summer sky. with the clouds
and the heavens around us.
Instinctively, when spoke. spoke
In O whisper. Glow near we are to
heaven" I murmured. Gin this high
place! How far better than heaven
1t is to be with you, like this"
A SOFT, warm breeze passed over our
faces, and blew q struggling curl OF
her loosened hair across my lips: her
soft, clingiDg draperfes lay cloge beside
me; her presence seemed to gr,,w moro
and moro compelling.
She smiled @ allow, languorous smile
"a smile that intoxicated and led me
on. She laid her hand upon my arm.
"Heaven," che said. In q low, rapt
whisper; "heaven is whatever we like
20 make 1or ourselves on earth; when
we die we go out-6o" (and she pouted
her two perfect lips. and blew O
sudden, short breafh). "When I think" !"
she continued, "that life, and life only,
is ours, sometimes wish to do more
with my days-cEime or good: or
wickedness or virtue. It would not
matter to me. If I could but enjoy It,
whatever It was"
"But," whispered awestruck,
"crime La found out, and then comes
punishment"
'There are some crimes" she said,
(which leave no trace. What trace
does a ship leave In the sea Ave min
utes after she has passed over it?''
Just then her surly courier approach
ed. They talked excitedly FOR few
moments, and then she turned to me:
'aThis Is pleasant hear there "a NO
room Tor me. The last room was given
to you. Not corner left anywhere:
and I am to sleep Ia belle etoile Qike
9 beautiful staFj.''
or course this was impossible. Will
ingly gave up my room. and tho
courier I0unged away.
For few moments we sat silent.
when suddenly upon ug there sank q
darkness as swift ana as obscuring as
q curtain. 1t was one OF the strange
atmospheric changes Of the Broken.
In q breethless space !t seemed as *
the bright night had turned to roll
ing, black mist. groped for 4Sylvia'E
hand. took it-she was not bit
frightened-into my clasp, warm and
yielding. drew her up from her low,
rocky seat, and, placing her hand on
my arm, tried to remember my way
back to the hotel. could not see one
yard in front Of us. A laundering
promise Of great heat throbbed
through the darkened air. could hear
l
ST wonder if we are all going to be
killedT she said quietly.
Just then she stumbled over O stone
threw out my hands to save her and
she fell forward, literally into my arms
For one moment Of madaesS held
her close In Wild embrace. kissed heI
perfumed hair and her eyes aud her
soft. wet lips rapturousIy. The next
moment she was lying passive In my
arms and sobbing like @ child. while
! endeavored, with every excuse and
with every prayer could think Of, 20
Eeaasure her. We found our way al
last to the door, and led her. ettll
shuddefing. up to my room and. I'm.
Dloring her 20 forgive me. said good
night and stai0 outside while heard
her close the door and lock it. I then
aepaired TO the drawing room, where
an impromptu couch had been prepared
for me. ~
The next morning, when ali the tour.
lists turned out to see the sunrise, ]
could discover her nowhere. I inQuiSed
Of the host and learned that AfFa.
Whitworth had departed before sun.
k1se, with her carriage and her courier.
I went to my empty room and dis.
covered that she had taken my dis.
patch box. containing all my vaiuables.
made no Inquiries and told no one of
my loss, for she had infafuased me.
Was the SpaEierd her husbandf 90
no know.
| Many years have passed. I nevef
cav her agaia.--Arg0nsut
EonaeA Fog.
A Loadon fog brings oat hundreaa OF
thieves, bat it also brinEa out men who
are wanted by the police. A detective
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