Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 169 of 394
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“WHE FAS HE DONE THIS THING??? 163 that there was no mistaking. It was full of pride and wistful affection. Her voice was low and sweet when she spoke to him, her laugh silvery clear as it rang out upon the still even- ing air at some light jest of his; and Star knew that she loved him deeply, passionately; that she would stop at nothing to win him, if, indeed, he was not already won. Oh, what—what could it all mean? , It was cruel, cruel as death, to have her short, bright dream shattered thus; to have given all the wealth of her warm young heart to the handsome young stranger who had called himself Archibald Sherbrooke, and now to discover him to be a myth— that there was no such person, that she had been made the plaything of an idle hour. And yet it had all appeared so real; he had seemed so true and loyal, and to have loved her so fondly. But stay—might she not be jumping to conclusions, after all ? A different solution to the mystery flashed into her mind, She started eagerly up, the color coming back to her face, a joyful light flashing into her eyes. Archie had told her that he should ‘‘come to her Monday or Tuesday—that he could not wait longer;”’ but she had not thought he would come to-night. She did expect him to- morrow, and perhaps he had arrived. On the other hand, Lord Carrol had, perchance, disappointed his friends. ‘They had gone to meet him, and had not found him as they expected. Archie, very likely, had taken the same train from New York that his lordship had intended to take, and on arriving had in- quired of some one for the street and number that she had written on the card for him; the individual whom he asked might have known it was Mr. Richards’ residence—for he was well known there—directed him, and he, on learning the man’s errand, had probably, with his usual gocd nature, invited him to take a seat in his carriage, and had driven him home comicghbookss