Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-09-10
DAUGHTERS or CHM
By ETA w. PIERCE

Oh lfldl tSTIluie "Oii1h' L ihS u"y Sii'
crossed this threshold to do her wicked
work was a black day for everything
at Tamarack Hail."
What terrible woman?" stammeret
the new nurse, stupidity.
why, she that shot him. You sale
you knew his story ma'am. We never
mention her here If we can help it,
lowering her voice almost to a whis'
per, I'VE don't dare"
And why?"
"Mr. Fleetwood can't endure it.
warn you, ma'am, not to allude to the
shooting in his presence. Marjery
ventured once to speak Of II, and ne
went off in something like convulsions
he was so overcome"
"Ah!"
"Of course his sufferings had weak
ened him greatly; but the doctor was
furious, and he ordered us all never tc
speak of the woman or the shooting In
the masters hearing again"
Mrs. Lispenard put down her teacuE
with a shaking hand.
IF the bare mention Of her AFFECTS
him like that" she muttered, "he can
not have forgiven her-he must still
hold her in utter horror"
You can't blame him for that, ma
am. Think of what she has done
made him helpless cripple at five and
twenty-five that was so strong and
full of life? Isn't that a doom worse
than death? When he was first shot
he vowed twas an accident, and for
bade anybody to pursue the creature
said he only was to blame, and all that
OF course he was delirious. But since
he found he would never walk again
and he in the flower Of his youth, with
his life all before him, it seems as
though he couldn't bear to speak, OF
to hear others speak, of the would-be
murderess. and the miserable fate she
has brought upon him."
do you know what relation she
sustained to Mr.. FLEETWOOD"
"Oh, yes. He confessed to Miss Lof-
tus that he had married her secretly
of course she was jealous-nothing
else could have prompted her to dc
such a deed. His wife! Dear me! It's
too dreadful to think Of"
Have some charity for the wretched
creature" pleaded Mrs. Lispenard, In
a shaken voice perhaps she has suf-
fered agonies of remorse for her SIM
81 hope so, Pm sure" said the house
keeper, spitefully "'I would like to see
her we'll punished. No, I've no charity
for her, ma'am. God may forgive her
but we folks at Tamarack Hill never
will! There! I'm afraid this talk quite
spoils your supper. you are not eating
anything"
81 have no appetite tonight" faltered
Mrs. Lispenard, and soon after the two
arose FROM the table and went up
stairs to Fleetwood's chamber.
He was sitting before the wood fire
with a book in his hand, but he did not
seem to be reading. His blonde head
resting against a crimson cushion; his
eyes were fixed on the glowing Goals
the pallor of his face was something
startling. Guy Fleetwood, indeed, but
ah. how changed!
AS the two women entered he looked
up.
1T is Mrs. Lispenard, sir, the new
nurse" explained the housekeeper.
He gave Mrs. Lispenard a civil
greeting, but did not raise his languid
head.
You have come to a dreary house,
he said.
1T may be brighter before 1 leave
it," she answered.
She had trained her voice carefully
but 1t struck some chord of memory
and startled him.
Speak again." he said, quickly, in.
voluntarily.
Her heart beat like a trip hammer.
DO you find anything displeasing ir
my voice." she asked, gently.
The startled look died out of hi:
face.
mo" he answered, indifferently, "i
was only a passing fancy. You re-
minded-but, pray pardon me, a sicl
man has many delusions."
He asked her no questions-plainlI
he felt no curiosity concerning the
stranger who had come to take the place
of the disabled Marjery. The house
she needed then she arranged thu
room for the night, and soon afteI
Fleetwood dismissed her
"A man-servant sleeps in the ad
joining chamber" he said. He is m!
attendant, as the doctor. doubtless tolt
you, through the night"
She went away to an apartment tina
had been assigned her across the pas
sage, drew the bolt of the door and fel
on her knees. In the four-posted bet
her child was sleeping sweetly ant
smiling in his dreams. The wretche'
mother writhed as she bent above hi
innocent beauty. Would the father o
| that boy ever forgive her? Alas! Nov
that she had looked on her own work
IL was too much to ask or expect. He
punishment seemed greater than sh
could bear In the disguise of a ser
want she had crept into Tamarack Hal
but only, as it appeared, to suffer nev
agonies of remorse and despair.
1t was about midnight when sh
heard the rumbling of his invalid chai
in the room across the passage. Sh
listened. Back and forth over the foo
it went-nOw fast. now slow, now rap
id, now monotonous. She ran to hi
door and raped.
rs anything wrong, Mr.. Fleetwood?
she called.
The wheels approached. He opene
the door with his own hand. All, hoy
ghastly he looked with the lights burn
| ing low in the room. and a sort O
fierce fever flaming in his hollow blu
eyes. He was clutching a vial Of II
quid, but as he met the gaze Of tn
blue glasses he tried to hide the sam
under his wolf-skin lap robe.
Nothing is wrong" he answered, 4
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