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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.
Sheldon, Georgie, Mrs., 1843-.
9 January 2014
New York : Street & Smith
New York Weekly.
A Girl in a Thousand; or, Imogen's Intrigue / by Mrs. Georgie Sheldon.
New York (N.Y.)
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‘ i 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 nN 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 = g & “A 4 2a8 52 zs = Ee a8 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. Le “Py 3Bs)