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Street and Smith's New York Weekly : a journal of useful knowledge, romance, amusement, & c. , v. 49, no. 42, August 11, 1894, [Incomplete].
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Miller, Alex. McVeigh, Mrs.
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2 March 2022
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Newspaper
Language
English
Publish Date
1894-08-11
Publisher
New York : Street & Smith
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New York Weekly. Sweet Violet; or, The fairest of the fair / by Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller. Fairest of the fair
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New York (N.Y.) > Newspapers. Popular literature > United States > 19th century > Periodicals Story papers > Specimens.
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“Voir 49.
THE COMMON LOT.
BY JAMES MCNTGOMERY.
re lived a man—and WHO Was HEY
Boreal! howe'er thy lot be cast
‘That man resembled thee.
foar,
(Lin his breasts
‘The bounding pulse, the languid limb,
‘Phe changing spirits’ rise and fall—
We know that these were felt by nim,
For these are felt by all,
‘He suffered, but his pangs are o'er;
Enjoyed, but his delights are fled;
Had friends
He loved—but whoin he loved, the kravo
Hath lost iu its unconscious womb;
Ob, she was fair! but naught could save
Her beauty from the tomb.
6 saw—whatever thon hast seen;
Encounterod—ali that troubles (hoos
Was whatever thou a
He ia—what thon shait he.
t been:
Sun, moon, aud stirs, the earth and main,
Erstwhile his portion, life and light,
To him exist in vai
‘The clouds and saubeams, o'er his eyo
‘That once thélr shade and slory threw,
Have loft in yonder silent sky
No,vestize where they flew,
‘The annals of tie human race,
oir ru
18 since the world hegan,
Of Ne afford no o other trace
‘Than this—THERE
VED A MAN!
es
THIS
By MRS. AL’
Author of “Lilian, My Lillian,” The Senator's Bride,” “Little Coquette Bonnie,” etc.
('SWHED VIOLRT" was commenced in No. 3. Back nuinbers can be obtained of all News Agents.)
CHAPTER XXVIL
“TWAT BEAUTIFUL FORM Was MADE TO NE DRAPED EE
ors was indeed a terrible fate,
he
shock, and that she felt a mad, guilty longing to
life of the man who had come go fatally be-
tygen her and happiness
ie beautiful rooms would have charmed her then,
in,her happiness with the one ale adored.
But Harold Castello’s bride! Oh, the limitless
ud horror of that awful thought!
“ His from the dal ight tip
Upto the crimson of
His trom tht
ite
e 1
the hale
uagic in the air!
a to say;
boy;
All ner bearing 4
1
rebel in niy aout
shies to answer sour control,
* Bich was the shadow of the ra
id warty the siiteiny re
hae Hotty,
calling wreaths
the perfunoed air she breathed.
weties,
aD Arrow's Dead.
ed and tli him al was ton,
nA isSonteh bud elhden aeons
Baca vtatin nor rabies D0}
eat HE ie lee to ky
1s friends are now no mores
And foos—his foes are dead.
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Entered at the Post Office, New York, as Serond Class Matlor
Three Dollars Per Year No. 42.
Two Copies Five Dollars.
te cs
.
guly her deadly terror of Castello enabled
ent
hor to maintain, hor frenzied, move
Dut a sudden accident saved her in the
nick of time.
‘Tho draught of ar created fn the room by
the sw! self and Castolio
as the}
cate drajerios, In another instant Vea
of deadly flame sprang up to th
Toar of the fire as it t rapidiy canght
sthing within reac eked
or Be °F,
tort ad hor par:
auer. A ory rguine froma hor lie, md
An oath froat his. Both came toa panse oF
Dlank dignay that tasted but an fhstant on
the inan's (part, then he sprang fotw
bravely, and beg Bowe the bing:
Ine eutetulns, trampling thes under ns ‘reat,
aud threwing upon hee heay
up hore aud there, wnt fn five
had the fle
Though nie face and. bale
int his hands frighttutly burned.
‘hen he glanced around for Viol
Poor gill: her fietitions strength had
given out Juta moment too ¢oon, ‘Sho had
folterod to the door, dragxed It apen, then
fallow ‘lown unconscious upou the Cres
‘The beantifut room was ruined, all
snowy furniture scorched or blnckeieit sch
smoke or cinders, Tho master of tt had
Durned ‘tis hands’ 80 sev rely that he shud
gored ith nah
went the vivaciowa Buzaune
appeared, cxclaning Jn horror ai the wroelk
of Ue room and the spectacle of her iis
trea ko 0 cross the threslol
“fhe curtains jenited from the candies.”
oxpiained Harald Castello,
Muro my bande fearfully im exthieulaing
8, and, 010 © and
have the burns caressed oa Tay tate your
tuistress, into quoter ‘room, Suzanne,
care for ver until tay
upponred und Sizatine brought rea-
toratives toe Violet. apps ing thet $0 skill
fully that ‘she ‘opened hy
ily:
th
Where
M inueameed, Ue French
maid, signifeantly, and sie aasleted: het
niatrens tw rive nnd led lier tyto the “areas
fng-roow adjoining the tained bo
“Lie down het sofa a
i
ome Sreimbling00 th
oroven fuld head
asmnne Dronele at
hook her head, exelalning .
‘will touch neither food nor drink in
“Then rest a Hrbile tn quiet, and 1
return to you,” the woman rei inaiy:
y table with a newspa
folets whom she
Ps inohine With dtspleasro
white ilk gown sh
Violet must surely have been caught, but a sudden accident saved her in the very nick of time.
Bh
“Suzanne,
took the bork of chang
i
T have just observed that Fou
‘ing my dress while
‘ORY WILL NOT BE PUBLISHED IN BOOK FORM.
SWEET VIOLET;
The Fairest. “of the Fair.
She thought with aneuien of her lost lover's cruel
n Harold Castello’s form, V
ing hersel on th cover with a choking sob.
“Oh, Heaven, how wicked seul?
in my heave
wt ‘i the most emel blow of all, for Ceetl to
veite
‘There is =
ir
sho had anifored bad Indeed almont| ited the onde Covi ul uttceed won he placed 1
mudd gett Viole
om hee lover, betrayed by her cousin and
her gtandtathee into the power of tho man ale
dy ‘ r
2 beautitn! jewel, slowing with ite rien pris.
re nor,
Tonly had a weapon, and re-
me they have changed me into
nt the beautiful
thatlior bated hnsind had propared for hor
mddered in disgust, hating ie all with stek
Oro
ee how ‘iferently ghe vw
I have viewed it had
3 Cocll Graut’s bride sho bad come £0 this
10 help
ite won, ratneg Atsher bed made very, ‘one
8 gone
m this honse she was surrounded by the
of Marold Castello, who were paid to keep
a one et she look for help in this dark
he words they said,
thot through her such harm had come to her dar
Jing
earnest prayer and
ttle y her the
hong that God tn Hs na meray Would anawer it
Kindly, Violet rose from her knees and beg
pace tip And down the rapt, trying to ‘pone
ray
of del to jous retroshments.
iiave had no supper, Mrs, Castello,
Tiered somotling sent to yo
tine aay
have delighted in the dainty edibles
and exact ‘eats at any
‘Perea
a healthy young girl, but now she
Wiel outhing awa Secelutmeds ine
You may take the food away at once, Suzanne,
fort shal taste one morsel. 1 have no doubt it
iwardegea, rand Teed all my ‘senses about me to
a
Escape, ‘in its with pretended surprise.
know verted well that I am’a pris-
once ‘here against my will, Siizanue, and that {shall
ape at the frst Opportiinity
adame, that will ever
aro foced into tits houses ate
wer, gute
e
that yout ean
ae mowing 10 turnek despair to the
hapless yonyg@iyistress
sperat
you are
Ie Wa sini and. ongnt
to havea infor body Hao pty upon
met wit tell, von all my 83 v stor a Ht rel
Mey, Yor wl nel aa
eth dare Heannfi bite eyes might. nave
ove a hoart of seonn. but Snzanne was pitiless,
he she stoned wit writ ail the curiosity that is
let poured
al ‘ier tortured heart into the
ing tears, of her haples
if tho opposition fe had eheaumierds of
aln’a orewelory, that Und bronghe hex thto
ferrihle pass, and she besought her aid iu eseay
ine frou Harold Castello,
anion the bad finished. the woman ald not betray
y auirprises Site sini. bowed. and hogan te
argue tho case, although in thie most reepectCul
manner.
une that ofuel old man and my
treacherons cousin Amber: Ushonid seek out my
lead father's et And tito on their pro-
quid’ help me terbreak thie unholy
cried Violet, des veratel
That you MUEKE Mnavey Monsen? Grant, the poor
mani te ft not eof” queried the. Bronchwamnan, with
mptuous en epithet “poo:
eYes, that T might marry my darling Cecil," Violet
nawered, proudly.
n nan gave a derisive Inuch and suid, curtly:
“You aro a-silly itl £0. wish to
«a for a poor one. No iriin ber senses wold
neireled
lonsicnt Castel
that'a hennty like you should wed a oor man
think, mitadi, you woul to wear co!
Joo arid cook Your own food; Four lovely Tittle w shite
Lith dish-washing nnd
Cecil for loving her, aud sho lamented
wrerey! Peviiage there
Wouid be Httie chikaven etineing Fond your knees, | for Violet wie alvenay grow lie fal
pted by the entrance of Suzaune
@ set the silver tray down on a
pad yon would have to tail far them, porhane
in sowing
“Hush!
indien
9 nore! ah ‘wit wot listen {* ViolGt cried,
tw a plej
blunt
The
Shear
His
His i
Jers
eines
pte
imly not, madame,” the woman rephed,
aking up the rejected tray of food to leave
00
1ot,” ech old C:
he abr np entered san, having lsteusd eucciae
to the
Suzarne !
bach, questioning
madame,” answer
Then Violet ‘steno ans sto
dure your y eeuenee
‘au 3 8
i
eyes flashing sc
He stood. immovable, his arins folded over his
breast, bi
Decal
inlet eyes anight have binsted {him where he
vote th:
rst Can
ie ir gir rain iis ab vont door Ainstard
forget that your hand is red with lee f
<murd
‘will not hush!
of co! ce
arouse it by taunting you with: 3
cried, a Passion of Loa
th
matte
infuriated bs ie
tot
ail not taunt mo, 1
ameter ‘the words anyour ipa with kien
strete
her sheer a it
stocing shiiden Seen darting
Slight toward the d
sind i by darts and tn
vias your first ewoon, lady,
Mr. Cas jello’ frst “brought. you in,
any{ at ulb ca
"Very wall, Stzanne; but now Teowmand you to
pring Dack the traveling dress T wore when Team.
Finn to resume 1."
She tad feared a refusal, but to her surprise nna
relief the maid consented with alaerity, aud dertiy
Snleted her to change her robe. ‘She even browelt
Violet's lat and placed it carefully on her golden
hale.
“Now you are ready for your second journey,” she
said.
‘A quiver passed over the beantiful form, and
Violet cried :
“Does that man mean to take me away from bere
it
feNG, Xo, my lady; Fam going to resene yon" bréathed
guaanes thee iow wind tiniliing voice that startle al
Violet iy is atered to ne. Bue threw ont her Wi
hand and elw ‘the woman's. aria, sobbing hye
teriealle:
“Oh, Heaven, ean this be true? Are you indeed
i ously, ig this a treaehorons
ne overlient
ut
eNvite Vi
fear, she went on in a low, intense ©
“Lady, Iam no more a French maid than yourself,
I disguised myself aud answered Castello’s adver
tinea eng ow gna. My
are brown, to be sure; Js ag whit
Thoth are da
ued by a frown dye that chet ny api yesiranice
ennrely. “Else T shonid not engure Into Ci
feo's Nesence for fear ofr een nition
Wha" thene are you, and Why"
Dut te maid Intermapted :
one friend a
tated to you 3 ely
Borretfect, ecause. Thea
door, ‘I bided
bexan Viol
‘astello’s enetn
fn the bondosr
Vislet’s eyes bexan to glow
wid | geil may Heaven bless on
your & he cried,
heek ia fea arms,
ith a ton
wt sigh, full of remorseful
ints the worn awas, anawering fearfully:
“Lady, you mm Mot wiki to toe
knew Who and what Lam, Have you over heard the
Kame oc Lous Lavoeret
CHAPTER XXIx.
“MY OWN HONOR MADE Me KEEP THE AWFUL
SECRET.”
‘Lena Lavarre! cried Violet, with a start and
inter, and the woman shrank away still fartie
ea have heard my name—my story ! You shrink
‘on me he cried, bemabiy,
oor girl, F pity yon!" eried Violet,
and held out her hand:
Lena Lavarre took ji in hoth her own and kissed
At gratefully ; then coutinne
eu ken t Leloped with Harold Casi tele and
waa decelven bya mock marriage in Chic O, and
then deserted. You know that iny ative pura
e
(or. i dectare
Innel to Harwid Castclion. "You taunted him with sie
in of au innocent girl aud the murder of
ru
father.”
“It is true. T was a witnes
death nt Harold Casteliors hams
|e deadly white, and almost swooning again at
int why did yon not denounce the murderer,
for your evidence would have convicted himt Why
did youlet the case Hate all Chicago, and re
tnystery to this day, ‘you shonid have bh trong
that flend to justice almost wept Lena Lavarre