The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, May 30, 1883, Page 6

‘Adelaide Lindsley; THE “MARRIAGE IN HASTE.” BY MRS. JULIA C- R. DORR. ‘*Neither, sw; she went with the carriage.” «Send Robert to me.”’ In a tew minutes the coachman .ppeared, hat in hand. ' **Where did you leave your mis- iress, Robert ?’’ i “At L— -, sir.” **When did she tell you to come after her?’’ “She did not tell me to come after her?’ “*She did not tell me to qome at all, sz. She was going on farther with some triends who were to meet her there.” ““When did she expect them ?’’ “She thought they would be there before she was, but they were not. She would not let me wait, for she said they would come betore night, and I had better return immediate- ly.”’ ‘*Had she much baggage “Only one trunk, sir.’” “Very wery well you may go Willis Fletcher was alone—wife and child were gone. One was at rest, but as tor the other, oh, where was she? Ail night he walked the floor impatiently, tor not until mern- ing dawned could he pursue his in- quries. It were away at last, and a few faint glimmerings in the east fore- told the coming day. He would find her. No. power on earth should keep her from him now that he knew she loved him; he would bring her back to her happy home again; he would tell her how tondly his heart had clung to her even when he be- lieved her false; he would bid her forget these long months ef sorrow, and, while heheld her in kis arms and kissed away the tears that had dimmed her eyes so long, he, too, would plead for tergiveness; he tell her would that he too had erred. One month afterward Willis Fletcher again sat in the same room alone ; but how he had altered! The fire had faded from his eye—his cheeks were wan and haggard, and his bearing hopeless and despond- ing. You would have thought that many years had flung their length- ening shaddows upon his pathway since you last looked upon him. He could not find Adelaide: he nad used every endeavor, but he could trace her no farther than L The landlord of the hotel there remembered that on such a day a lady stopped at his house and dis- mussed her carriage immediately ; that shortly after a party of travelers arrived, and that the lady went on with them; they stayed but a few mements and did not register their names. Whethet they went north or south he was sure he could not tell; the place was a complete thoroughtare, and he never consider- ed it was his business to inquire into the movements of his guests; it they paid their bills it was all he asked of them. Anixous and disappointed, Mr. Fletcher went next to Barrat & Co. To his great surprise, he tound that his wife had not received a single dollar trom them ducing the whele year, He returned to his own house and repaired to his wite’s room. After some search he succeeded in finding the keys to her. wardrabe.. and ‘bu- and he openedit... Not a single gem was missing; not an ernament that hehad given her had she taken away, excepting a miniature, whick had been one of his wedding gitts. Adelaide had a very valuable watch that had belonged to her mother, and some few pieces ot plate that had been cherished as heir- looms in her family. These she had sold, and her husband found some minutes ot the transaction in a pock- et-book she had left behind. It had evidently been by mistake, fer it contained also a lock ot hair that he recogmzed as that of Kate's; a letter or twein her father’s hand-writing, and also the few that he had himself written to her previous to their mar- | riage. These were nearly worn out | and were >listered with tears. Her richest articles ot ciothing | were all in their respective places. | She had taken with her only the plainest and least valuable—only | such as she would need in the new | station she was about to fill. H fof their acquaintances Mrs. that absence. they weeks during her husband’s People wonde-ed at that, but wondered - still more when not return. Willis Fletcher sold his splendid establishment and took lodgings at a boarding house. He could not re- main where everything spoke to him of his wite—where every room an every article of furmture told some tale of her. He took lodgings, as we have said, but, in the vain hope of fleeing from himself, as well as with a vague idea that he might by this means obtain some tidings of Adelaide, he became a wanderer. From city tocity, trom state to state, he roamed like an un- quiet spirit, seeking rest but finding it not. CHAPTER X. Before the clay had fallen upon little Katy’s coffin Adelaide had de- termined to leave her heme. She really believed. that her husband would not m- the least regret her absence, and she felt that she could no fonger endure the misery of dwelling beneath the same roof with him, and yet being to allintents and purposes a stranger. She felt that the cold glance which she was terced to meet each day was treezing her very heart’s blood; that ‘the calm, quiet, formal tene in which he ad- dressed her was more _ intolerable than the bitterest reproaches—and she could not bear it. While she was hesitating whether she should speak to him of her inten- tion, she received a letter trom an acquaintance in the western portion ot the state. The writer said that Mrs. Ellswocth—a friend of hers— was about to join her husband in En- gland, and wished to take with her a lady who would be both a com- panion for herself ard act as guv- erness tor her children, and inquired whether Mrs. Fletcher ceuld inform them if such a person could be found. She stated, also that her tnend would wish to sail in something less than three months, and corcluded with a few words respecting salary, etc., and an apology tor the liberty she was taking. Adelaide’s plan was at once form- ed—she would accept the situation thus thrown ia her way herselt bear- ing a different name, of course ; and, in a foreign Jand, and among strang- ers, she might, perhaps, torget part of her grief. a Her courage tailed her as the time drew near; and it 1s more than probable that 1f, Mr. Fletcher had been at home when the hour for her departure arrived, she might have betrayed herselt. But his oppor- tune absence seemed to her almost providential; and as Mrs. Allen she joined the party of Mrs. Ellsworth at L , en the day appointed. They proceeded to Boston, and during the ensuing week sailed for England. Long betore they reached the shore of the ‘‘tast anchored isle,’’ Mrs. Ellswerth had learned to teel almost a sisters love for the gentle pensive stranger by her side; and her children—one ot them, a little blue-cyed tairy, nearly as old as Ad- elaide’s lost. treasure—clung to **sweet Mrs. Allen,”” as they called her, as if she had been the friend of years rather than of weeks. They all seemed to take it for granted that she was a widow—ber mournin: dress strengthened the impression ; and she continued so to evade their questions as net to undeceive them. Indeed, Mrs. Ellsworth soon dis- covered by Adelaide’s quivering lip, and increasing paleness of her cheek, whenever any allusion was made to her former hfe. that her history, whatever it might be, was a painful one; and with true kindness she ceased to make any inguties in refer- erence to it. At the close et a bright summer } It was soon rumored inthe circle} not too elegant for comfort, nor | Fletcher left home on a long visit] ir he pleased, might bring his tiny lengthened into months and she did | convert the ottoman into a couch tor | day, rather more than two years ter Adelaide became a member of Mrs. Flisworth’s family, she sat with that lady and her children in the peautiful little cottage that Mr. Ells- | THE worth had chosen for their residence { while in England. It was a quiet, home-hke-room— stylish tor ease and freedom. Frank, boat, and sit on the carpet while he mended the rudder—no matter if he did make a few chips; Amy might her wax baby, without incurring any danger of a lecture. Mrs. Ellsworth was reading, and Gertrude, the eldest daughter—a2 sweet girl of about fifteen—was seat- | ed at the piano, warbling song atter song as carelessly and, seemingly, with as little effort as a bird. ‘Boss Liverman Has opened a NEW STABLE, One biock west of OPERA HOUSE, Adelaide sat by the window—her work had fallen upon her lap—her eyes were fixed upon the gelden clouds* of sunset, but her thoughts were far away—witk her husband. She wondered if he ever thought of her—if the past haunted him as it did her; then, as the glow faded and the clouds became gray and sember, she pictured to herself a pall and a cof- fin; and then again wondered it he were living. If he were not, he knew how well, how truly she loyed him. Death was nothing when compared with their estrangement—and she found almost pleasure m the thought. “Gertrude, do sing ‘Sweet Home’ —will you? Oh!Iam so glad we are going back—aren’t you, Amy?’’ asked Frank, as he threw away his boat. It wastoo dark to see any longer. *{ don’t know anything about any home but this,’”’ replied little Amy, ‘and it 1s very pleasant here.”’ ‘*What! don’t remember anything about America—and are not glad to go back? Qh, but I forgot you are only a girl,’’ said Master Frank, with avery perceptible sneer at the idea ot a girl’s patriotism; ‘‘but, hush! Gertrude is singing.’’ Just as the last sweet strains of the familiar air died away they heard the sound of footsteps on the gravel walk. «There, father has come—I know his step,’’ cried Amy, as she sprung to the door. It was ‘‘father,’* and kis pockets were crammed full of papers, mag- azines and letters. **The steamer has come in, and we have more than our usual allowance ef good things,’ he said, after the usual greetings were exchanged ; and calling for lights, he began to relheve himself ot his welcome burden. ‘here was nothing for Adelaide, of course; and, taking up a maga- zine, she cut the leaves, and soon absorbed in its fascinating con- Her new triends had at first thought it very strange that Mrs. Allen had no correspondents, but, as they became more intimately ac- quain‘ed, Adelaide told Mrs. Ells- worth a littlke—a very little of her history—yet enough to satisfy her. Mr. and Mrs. Ellsworth and Ger- trude were busy with their letters and Frank and Amy amused them- selves with the pictures. At last Mr. Ellsworth broke the silence. ‘wee here, Mary—here is some- thing that will interest you. Mrs. Willis Fletcher, .£not a fnend of yours, was a friend of one of your triends, wasan’t she ?’” : His wife threw aside her own let- ters, and leaning on the back of his chair, looked oyer his shoulder and read aloud. “T forget halt that 1 write you, my dear friend, and I have forgotten, also, whether our townsmas, Willis Fletcher, Esq., is as_acquaintance of yours, but you must know him by reputation, at least. Did I[ ever was tents. write yeu anythinz about the time ! you left for England, and has net been heard ef since. For several months after her disappearance Mr, | Fletcher traveled trom one state to! ano ther,ostenisbly in search of health i and amusement, but in reality striv- ing te uiscover some trace of his lost | wife. ! Continued. House to rooms, cistern and cellar. Enquire at ! this office. rent, containing seven | His Buggies are New His Teams Fresh and Spiriteé and hischerges are reasonable. CALL AND SEE HIM. THE WEEKLY ST. LOLIS OST - DISPATCH. 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