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7 A If J i VOL I --NO. 3. 1 1 1 1 AX. Kl. il i 1)1. J;V M,:;'.A! KT .i. VM. N. Tiif path f lift- lav stu t - : 1 1 i ' brfoiv a ll.ijipv rhild. Who wirii h s uoi - l:i!U-iiiun!i'. thr b.-guil-d, It whs a narrow pathway, ulul finwi ti uniting hiic r. of ( t'. i u 1 1 it ,-dg-. and 1 1 n I !.i nc..tii. a vawii- i J i depth ir-.m vi. -,v. So. iJl uHwnrtii il of danger, with gay ami ral -h-s air. Hi' Wiiii. li-iV'! "li without a thought of a be guiling snare, i lint win n his fi i vi ii u vision, tin- fruits and rli'wci'M il.'scriln-il. Their liraiity wmi him from his eoiirso and tuned his steps asid Jti-i garb was rent by briars, his flesh was rudely torn, lit- strovr to gmsp tin- fruit, ami closed his hand upon a thorn. His tender feet wciv i iiukU'iI, liis brow givw vexed with raiv; Atul o'er his eye a hadow rdl that hud no llllsilll-NS there. 15'it with tlii.1 lmv before him, Lit- pressed y-t tart her thrnii gb. Until tin- pathway's beetling edge broke on his .startled i w. Ill doubt, and sore disquiet, bewildered by Ills f'Ml'S, With ali a child's a.lmndonmen t, ho sobbed, amid his tear -- "(), where is he will lead meH I needs : . must turn aside; I aui not strong enough of hearf to walk without 11 guide. "I sLidl be foiled and tempted, misled, and ovcrtlirovvn -I ciinnot keep so straight a path I dare not walk all-in-!" "Nor shalt tlum, tender pilgrim! ZJclnddin me thy grade! The wim jnng cliil i iookud up, and saw an angt l at his side. Turn tiom flu- hri.'ht seductions, that work th.:e only ill, Nor rest tliei- in thv childish strength, for it will fail thee still. -Shut out from thy daaed vision, these false, (lriver uf ;l publit. etmVevance she fol eusiianug ehalins. " And thou shall walk misearfd amidst te-iq.- j h'e.l him out. and was conducted to t.ition worst alarms." . where an dd hack stood in readiness. The little trembler listened, with look ot suddi-i) enlm: Then rinsed his eyes, w ithin the angel and laid his h.ind palm. 'Veil, lead tile, blessed angel! gllid timu my M.'ps aright, ilid teach nie it is West to walk hy faith, and not bv sight THE -ATONEMENT. A SEQUEL "THE' WAIF, or. THE WEBOF LIFE HX KMMA CHK1STI.VK KKICHSKN. ihahtki; 1. CU.N'T1MKI. The letter dispatched, the girl com menced to make preparation for her fi nal departure, packing her trunks, vis- ; I will await results, she mentally decid- aud with a sweeping tide of keen pain the young lady somewhat haughtily, itiug old. familiar places, bidding them ' ed : and crushing back the rising tears. ;iud regret, it surges back to the present. "I have had euough of hjwk riding for farewell : and she was joyous and hap- they jogged on in silence. With a troubled, almost agonized ei- . a while, and can pay for a more T)ni- p . The world outside, though a sealed' After a long, aud to Zenobia never pression upon her lieautiful face, she fortable aud respectable mode of trans book to her. as yet. promised bright, de- . ending drive, or lather jolt, the hack looks upon her. The high, ohl-fanh- jortation." lightful realizations. She imagined she ' came to a halt before an old. tumble- ioned bedstead, with its downy bed , The old lady shrugged her shoulders, was an heiress, with a tall. dark, hand- down gate, and jumping down thedriv- robed in white, certainly looked invit- but not a visible sign of life flitted over some guardian with a kind, indulgent er pushed it ojen. and leading his horse ing. for she was physically weary and,' her fare which seemed a very stone in heart. Many a romantic and dreamy in. urged him upthrough theovergrown heart ore. and otherwise the aiartment its nxeduess. Zenobia took a seat at the fancy she had woven, connected with garden. " Wt 1 , h Te ye be missis." h exhibited signs of comfort and cleanli- . table, for she felt faint, nervous, and ut this unknown personage, and of all her explained, coming to the side and offer- ness : but nothing nice and pretty terly despondent, and without a word, longings and aspirations, there was none ing to assist the old lady to alight, which enough to suit her refined, fastidious ( Mrs. Rigby placed a dish of hot toust more anient than to meet and know j feat she accomplished with much dilri- , taste, her face became more dissatisfied, j and a cup of steaming, fragrant tea be him. Two visiouary. dream-like mem-; culty : then turning, he was about to her eyes more gloomy aud troubled as , fore her. While esiting. the girl in hopes ories of her childish years were some-' offer the same politeness to Zenobia. but she continued her inspection. She would ; of finding out twmethiog concerning her how associated with this nominal guar-; with crimson cheek and flashing eye. .not venture into the parlor, but stood . guardian, according ventured dian. but she could recall nothing vivid-: she drew back, ami exclaimed : "What on the treshohl. looking around with ; "Do you know where my guardian Back, back, through the misty vLstas KERNERSVILLE, N. C, of years gone, she seemed to see Witter. ;mil ;i large ship, and a tall, dark look in:! man. and she would think and think, n t j Li 1 her very mind seemed to whirl in pain and confusion, but she could make nothing nut of it : then the other, was that night of travel on the railroad : both instances were someho w connected with her supposed guardian, hut both so dreamy and obscure, that the Lonely academic prisoner could not define whether they had been dreams, or actual . circumstances connected with her very early years. In due time, an answer came to her letter in the form of a dispatch, saying shi' could come to C just when it suited her : but that sin must notif y him when .-he would arrive, so some one could meet her. Oh I what a thrill of joy and freedom bounded through the girl's being as she read these few lines, and thought that the time of revelation had come, when all her doubts and wonderings would be put to rest : that she would now, at last, see her mysterious guardian, and know from him something about her unknown t parents, and who she was. And this was the revelation. After a few hours travel, she had arrived, well and bright at her destination, and wait- ; ed with feverish restfulness m the re ception room for her guardiaJ. or some ; one to -'ome forward to claim her : but : an half hour, then another, ticked wear ily by. and she was still waiting ner vously, walking to and fro and watch ing the busy, selfish crowd about the de pot. When almost despairing, and wondering w hat such treatment meant, ! sht heard her name called, and starting ; forward eagerly, was told a hack was waitiug outside for her. Delivering her liirht traveling luggage to the man ithe wherein sat a wrinkled visaged old ladv with a dark brown wig. and attired in the most grotesque and ancient stvle , iniagiuable. .She was handed in. her things stored away, and Zenobia De Hacy was driven off. her warm, san guine feelings chilled, her heart sinking perceptibly below zero. She waited for an explanation: but none was vouch safe! Her companion's face was like a fully, ami curiously she gazed uK)U the to jr Hastings fur a home. I decided not a muscle moving, her lip.-, lovely lace pictured there, and into the jv pre: e the latter, and would thank stone compressed tightly, her eyes gazing out into vacancy. The hark rattled on. along one street, then into another : ; branching olF suddenly, then turning in ; to another : jolting and jostling thedis , gusted and indignant young lady almost j continually from her seat. "What are ception." she murmured under her I breath, her heart swelling with disap ! pointmeut. the tears of chagrin welling ; up into the beautiful eyes. But the face ojipite was too forbidding, and she wa-; too proud to seek an explanation. 1 does this mean You do not pretend to JULY 1, 1887. say that this is my destination '1 I will not alight and enter such a barracks as that. Where is iny guardian ." With a shrill of her shoulders, the old ladv replied in precise, automatic tones : "Your guardian has left the city, and Have instructions that I must meet and bring you here for the resent : but I do not force you to enter if you have any where else to go. There is a letter upstairs which will explain, but do as you please.'" And without Another word she turned awav and entered the house. "This is abominable, disgraceful.'" ex claimed the outraged girl : but not knowing what course to pursue, she sprang trom the vehicle and swept an- grily up the stairs, which creaked and trembled under her weight. With an expression of positive alarm and disgust depicted u)on lier beautiful face. Zenobia De Hacy paused upon the threshold of the door, and peered, with feeling better imagined than desctibed. into the faded, dusty little parlor : then entered the chamber which looked the most inviting. Her eyes looking around , Sl)(m fen Up0n the mentioned letter. whieh lay upon the table in the centre ' ()f tjie loom ; snatching it up, she tore the seal onen. and Mrttinsr down was verv ! soc n acquainted with its contents. And still , she sits tihere; as In reader found her. shocked, disappointed." , 'sr-1 iVctly miserable: hardly able tocompre- I hend the meaning of it all. certainly not a.s yet realizing the new phase of life openrrr-ijefore her. "Alone, ilone, " she murmurs audibly. . ".lo;c in this wiile. wide, world : poor, and an orphan, dependent all these years on the Ixmnty of a stranger. What a rude, abrupt awakening from ray hap- py. bright, rose-tinted dreams. Oh. it is terrible." With a quivering, sobbing groan, sin buried her face in her hands: but rousing herself almost instantly, she again audibly soliloquizes, raising her black eves, now humid with tears. to the jtortrait before her. And who is this beautiful girl, placed here as my companion I supio.se. somehow there is something very familiar about this love ly lace too. sue went on. rising a nu go- ing up to the mantle, her tall, queenly height bringing her face almost on a level w ith the picture. Long, thought- dreamy, sad eyes of heavenly blue, seemingly looking at you with a half sad. half pleading expression. The long- er she gazes, the more thoughtful, the ..you can please yourself Miss De more intensely questioning' becomes her : Hacy." was answered in automatic, frig gaze : but with a puzzled, dissatisfied id tones. But sit down and get a cupof air she finally turns away, with an im-' tel, you must feel the ueel of some re- jiatieut gesture "Another mystery to torment me. I have eeu that face be fore : but where and when ''. Is it a dream or reality '" Back. back, to the shadowy past, her thoughts travel, but no answer comes to the mental query. dismay and disgust at the faded, dusty PRICE:-$2.00 A YEAR. f urnishiugs. piazza, and Then she went out on the the expression upon her countenani-f changed to one of positive horror, a she gazed about her. The large, old trees. gaunt and moss-robed. ex hided the view from all quarters, no signs of life could be seen anywhere, and only the distant, indistinct hum of the city could be heard : the neighlxu- hood seemed as silent as a grave yard, The overgrown, weedy yard, the gloomy old trees, the dilapidation of th" house. tlfe silence which reigned every where rilled the girl with a dismal, weird feel ing of loneliness and horror. "A verita ble prison, "jjhe muttered, turnjng into the house agaid. "Stav here 'J. No. not one night if I can prevent it." she w ailed forth in utter misery ami perplexity, clasping her hands in her agonized dis- tress. Growing calmer after a little while, she mentally decides Yes. I must try and leave this place at once : free my guardian of any further burden on my account. But what a price to pay for independence and a home: to become a drudge of a teacher. Books, Inn.'f.s, again, books from infancy, and no escape yet. Only a few days ago I threw them all a way, vowing never to touch oue again, and now herethev are thrust upon me as the alternative be tween them, find this den tf 'depend ence. horror, and loneliness Withering up her skirts she descended the rickety stairs, and knocking ujwm the door in which Mrs. Rigby had tered. she wits bade to come in. The r(om w-.,.s c.ie;in mfortuble. al- though verv tvoorlv furnished, and was llsed apjKireiitlv. a.s kitchen, parlor and dining room. A small table was in the centre of the rlr. with a white cloth, and set for one person, with quite a pretty and dainty gilt china tea service : and the delicious aroma of hyson tea brewing, rilled the atmosphere with a refreshing odor. The old lady, divested of her ancient costume, was attired in a neat, dark gown and white cap. and seemingly busy with the pots and kettle. As Zenobia entered she turned her face. the same stolid, -stony expression uhh jt ail(1 i,, llt tne wjW) fun )f ller ,esire to get away before night, said bluntly : "Mrs. Rigby. my guardian writes that I cau eiUier stav here, or go you to direct me how to liml him. for I uo n,,t r!ire j,, s(.u- j,er). one jjiglit if I e:uhelpit." freshments after traveling. Your trunks will be here presently, then you can :if.k tbe man to bring you a hark, and I will direct him how to find Mr. Hiistings" "A carriage if you please. " corrected , has goDe Mrs. Rigby ;" ( A i-
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