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Street and Smith's New York Weekly : a journal of useful knowledge, romance, amusement, & c. , v. 53, no. 44, August 20, 1898.
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Sheldon, Georgie, Mrs., 1843-.
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9 January 2014
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Newspaper
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English
Publish Date
1898-08-20
Publisher
New York : Street & Smith
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New York Weekly. A Girl in a Thousand; or, Imogen's Intrigue / by Mrs. Georgie Sheldon. Imogen's Intrigue.
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New York (N.Y.) > Newspapers. Popular literature > United States > 19th century > Periodicals Story papers > Specimens.
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Vol. 53.
THE DESERTED BRIDE.
Love
Fal o!—my
And the spel
him? Nevert He has lost met
them flow! His
Wed
Tere ave
No? The: eo
But he'll
Love is not av
that
Blooms and es the selfcsame hour,
Titles, lands, and broad dominion,
Bnlered According to Act of Congress, in the Year 1898, by Street & Smith, wm the Office of the Librarian of Congress, Washington, D. 0.
me? Ni
Else he'd sooner die than ‘tin
One so fond as he has
yi th fhe «ello worl 3 dina,
1S Prov.
‘that bound me broken!
“A life may cost me,
have p
With himself to me he
Ingrate!
Never sure was maiden.
ronged so foul as I.
With a passion superhuman—
Constancy, “thy name is woman.”
*
fe HOtitme can chi ange o of dashiv
lve ldoiatry’s the word =
deepest passion
woman's ‘heat hath stin'a
mind’s desi
Wily consume fee hidlen es.
To speak the broa
a
Wreck’ and wretched, ost and lonely,
Tresign me to my
fate.
Chains that bind the soul I've proven
‘ong as they were iron-woven.
Stro!
we
Deep thy woe that fast is sending
rom my cheek it’s healthful bloom; -
Sad my thoughts as willows
ave;
Stoop’d to earth his spirit’s pinion,
came my willing slave!
Kneit and pray'd until he won me—
Looks he coldly now upon me?
With gri
My true breast is overladen,
‘ears afford me no rele,
Every nerve is strained and ach
my very heart is breaking!
OFFICE:
81 Fulton St., New York.
is spoken,
ef
ci
Re ee
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BERRY
New York, August 20, 1898.
Bntered at the Post Omce, New York, ax Second Class Matter,
a
ending,
O’er the borders of the tomb.
Without Clifford not a blessing
In the world is worth possessing.
A few moments later, his face, sill very grave and pale, the young man quietly began to remove her shoes and stockings
Wha
“T want to see her feet," Mr. Fe t briefly rej
Imogen watched him natrowly, her bloo
critically examining Olive’ feet and. ankles
At length he turned a drawn and perfectly
eS
colorless face
teas U fearedy Miss Ingeaham,” he said, in avo
tare you going to, do?” Imogen inquired wonderingly.
replied.
as he
to his companion.
ice that smote terror to her heart,”. “ this is not my. chili!”
seeming to feeze in her veins, while he removed first one foot covering then the other,
di
A A Girl i in a Thousand
Imogen’ s Intrigue
Mrs. Georgie Sheldon,
Author of “Little Miss Whirtwind,
“4 Mysterious Wedding Ri
(A Gian IN A
“Brownte'a Priumph,*
‘Stella Rosevelt,”
KOUBAND" Was commenced last week.)
CHAPTER V.
THE PLOT LAID IN ROME BEGINS TO BEAR
FRUIT IN AMER!
Judge
yndon, Tune 16, 18—.
“Trond
burton—Doubt!
will ibe ssiounded % receive this commons
cation from me, more
tied your
covered that he
less love for Alice
a Hfected because of her marriage with R
as jealous of the bigh
esteem in which you held him
and Fletcher,
that he
pique
especially as 1 have
never written you one wor
i nephew and came abroad.
ons why
I have
1 learned
himself tome ina fit
and then hurried
of
me out of the
country before his cousin's wedding—which
he was determined he would not attend—
came of ‘ou can
how my life was thereby ru
not dwell upon the
painful "aubje
Pethaps imagine what
mea
ned—but I will
oe tet the
veil of charity cover it, ing the first
yearafter our marriage went every-
Where—almost ; doing Europe quite exten-
sively and in almost every place. where we
located for any length of time Robert was/
sure to get in’ wi fast. set and spent
m most lavishly. His habits grew con-
n
oa
where my troubles culminated, for Rol
aftera prolonged drunken frolic, was at™
—
tacked with el tremens in its worst | §
and I was obliged to put him. into an
inetiuaton and under the care of a phys:
ician who makes a specialty of such cases.
ession and
ite had every comfort as Jong as jhe lived,
en
nd to bury him decently
3
2
s
3
>
3
8
F
when for neatly a week I have been
at foveeit and find with the doctor's and
surse’s bill, that I am swamped financially
I feel that I am undeserving after ‘pre:
vious neglect, but if you kindly send | ,.¢ :
oney enough to get to Philadelphia | life since her m:
and give me a shelter ani et strong | ¥88 strange that
enough to work, 1 will try to Prove to knowing ‘trnd close veiling
in some way am capabl ty ling
Rratitude, » Please "wend to. the enclosed ad- his daughter's site. money Olive,
dress, and believ
«Sorrow lly your,
en Ingraham.”
Judge Ashburton was one of the kindest
and most generous of men an were
tears in bis eyes before he reached the end |
of the above epistl
To be sure there had not been one word
in it, from beginning to end of either, affec
tion for her husband, or of regret for his
untimely and miserable e id been a
ve him squander it
here and live just as she used to—ther:
"| be no need for her to
80; to say \y nothing of
the ghame of learning that he never care a
work for her Ii
g
When I married her mother, of course she
became m;
daughter—
in a
way; and I
romised that she should never want fora
ome.”
Reventon, there was
n the j
itt is musin s had
that were not exact
ge
fearefully away in
"his
a_poe
ibeary,
a slight cloud
e's brow as he concluded, a:
aroused some
ctly plea
He fe pushed back his plate,
nly half eaten, refolded his! letter
way
‘memories
“his breakfast
ai
once made outa liberal check payable to
mediately “home,
her pit room anda hearty welcome await-
He also gave her a brief history, of Alicets
‘ki
een sent to comfort
tio!
himself, after
n’s hands;
lain statement of cold frets ‘sntinely devoid | she
of any display of sentiment. But
what those facts were he did not wonder;
he realized that there had been little in his
nephew's character to appeal to the love
ny woman, and much that would cause
mor
to appea
marrying Rob, with his fortune and then
thing has been so
ct my dat
My dar
vo
to cross the ox
him ii
he
ant
ret
that it would have appears
clevert:
w | there is not the slightest fear of ai
rling!
sch
dthe cf
in his loneliness
. baa sorrow for her mother’s hopeless condi
ne
He then went out ‘ and posted the letter
whiel
repaired to hi
a week later both letter and check were
id, as she n
e former, and the cordiality of
the latter, her great ‘bla
ck eyes gli
© murmured,
can I ever wait
ted the | exci
She had not been il ass she had stated in
she looked thin
it times, a}
betok-
g Judge Ashbur-
und her ont!
ton’s letter and remittance fo
he
e- ocean, every pulsation of the mighty en-
| gines Of the. vessel sendi
thrill o
was fust nenring the child she
would s
lund—and free
She arrived in Philadelphia the eighth
day after sailing and was driven directly
the residence of Judge. Ashb
the housekeeper greeted her with eome sur-
prise, as they had not really expected she
Would arrive until the following day.
She was told that her old room was ready
for her and thither, equest, the
ousekeeper followed her, for, she ‘said,
were
d to ask about the judge, poor, dear
Alice sand the bab;
th di concealed impatience
that she listened to the a story of had
occurred in the me dur
her long absence—to the tedious account oF
m judge’s
and grief over her condition and his
arrowing ¥
But the instant little Olive | was inentioned
forth ¢ Question after questi ion ‘te
“I do love babies so,” she exclaimed, in
wi that she had
to see her
She was jetta trembling with repressed
it was with great difficulty
up
rome, I will go mith
8 she aros
and thinking. that. ‘Miss
roved greatly during her
way
Tmogen! had imp
absenc
As they ounted to the third floor where
ated Imogen felt her-
had not re
mained quietly in her room wotil she could
Three Dollars Per Year.
Two Copies Five Dollars.
nd once more in her native mom
questions she cet
" school herself to calmness, before seeking
the little one.
way up the stairs she caught the
sound of swe: childish laughter
and her heart ‘caged Tato her throat with
7 ecstacy of jo: was almost suffocat-
“But by a mighty effort she mastered all
outward signs of emotion and entered the
and surrounded by toys of every
this, Mrs. Ingraham, is little Miss
Olive Fletcher,” the woman with
her strong arms and gave h
air that made her erow Iustily with de-
igh
“Ob, the darling!” breathed Tmog
a senrdely audible voice, “will she come to
me?—i of strangers?—may I
take her? e?
“No, she has never been afraid of strang-
patie is very fond of company, and Tam
sure she will go to you, Will you go to the
lady, Olive?" said the housekeeper coax-
ingly as she approached Imo;
The child turned her large blu
the stranger with that i
look which one so often sees in
and after studying the beautiful face of the
tremblin; an fora moment, ut out
her tiny hands and reached forward to her,
fot Nas 4 te¥ing moment—a terrible ordeal
earning mother; then Imogen
fninered? the little form into her arma, “und
a sob bi m her as she bent her face
pon hei
ing sec}
PRBEER
made a mighty effort to the
Possession j for she was Conscious that she
wae betray vio ing tom
passionately fond of chi
aid, “and I know. that. I shat
love this darling with all my heart. Bu
just breaks my heart to think of p.
‘Alice—the baby’s mother—so il
Italy and utterly unconscious of the exist-
ence of this Precious ef
And after this ex| n of pretended
shelee dati woman, whom aie hated,
It that she might safely wipe the tears
t would have their way in spite of he
cHorts to restrain then ive vent to
another so! of which had
YSenereain-ane
go well, either, ihe last time we heard from
het
en made no reply to this informa-
haat but she hugged the child close to her
heart, while her exes
every line of the sweet, baby fac
“Darling, she whispered, with a tender
smile, will you love untie?—kies auntie,
“Tittle Olive lifted one chubby hand and
cheek as she smil
into her eyes; e archly hid her
face on Tmogen’s bosom, too shy,
ent, to give the coveted caress,
‘out musically and seis-
ing the Hle rose leaf hand. covered it with
Kisses, while she told herself that this was
the happiest day of her life and she had
nothing to fear f “for the future for either her-
self or
a dangerous game—she
had risked much, but her plans had been
ery cleverly executed and now she could
y back upon her oars and revel in her sue-
But she could bear no more justith
nu
8.
¢ does love babies,” Mrs. Bartlett
thoughtfully 0 observed, as Imogen disap-
peared, my word! she seems to
r,| care mere about ral Hee and her trouble | shan
ed to thin!
e two rs
Timagined she would. I usi
wasn't any love lost between t!
ani ever care:
mogen; but she seems changed--almost
as if she had found a heart.”
tender enough with the
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CHAPTER VI.
IMOORN I8 rhewraLLxn AS MISTRESS OF JUDGE
BURTON’S HOME,
Judge Ashburton was surprised to find
Imogen already arrived, when he returned,
his usual hour, in the afternos
varied experiences that
ra, since she went out of his home
athe wife of Robert Ingraham.
hem very well—with marked
coh fon , in some unaccountable way, the
ian was led to feel, during her narrative, a
sense of guilt, asifhe were personally re-
It will begin next week.
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