Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 161: what you’re looking at

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+ Oa use Al. bol Va aa a al ot tae a , : ae : es MRS, BARTRAM ENTERS SOCIETY. eas is The J arene snows had melted, and tise: ides. of Feb rua q had come and nearly gone. ~The shrill winds: whistled drear- | a ily up and down the dull streets of quiet Chelsea, and. the © tall poplars stood grim and stripped, and rattled their dead — arms in the cold blast. And Estella Mallory—nay, Estella — Bartram—had. sat, day | after day, and night after night, 24 gan and watched the eerie prospect, with, bes coud Sorrow- . 3 ul eyes. . ae “Will he never come?” she thoughee “Has he: ‘gone and left me forever? Oh, if he would but write!” | For Mr. Bartram, absorbed. i in his various occupations, fal | found time to write but that first brief note. to. ins, neglected x little bride. 7 He had no intention of baie date ae Fae to Tele : he only overlooked her. His feelings were all negative where 3 Estella was concerned. oe s “And; besides, it is not worth sahate “writing,” he. said, to himself, “since J will go for her so shortly. las and we really 3 have nothing to say to one another.” — TOM Cia a 4 ~“, ot _ Mr. Bartram’s “shortly” resolved itself. ieee ha. ada: of 4 February. It was very near the last of the month, when, oue@ chill, starlight evening, he walked up the old familiar ‘street, | a and rang the bell of the silent house. . ects How hopelessly stagnant and/still everything was! ee dark and dreary the whole front of the house! a By eee 3 “Poor little girl!” he thought, with a twinge of compune- | m tion; “it is like being shut 1 in a prison. — I am SEEN. E left her go long alone.” | -Norah opened the déex and stared. atonily-. at. ‘the young a man, no smile of welcome or recognition on her grim face. But Mr. Bartram stepped in at ‘onge, as into his own. house, with a cool nod. “How are you, Norah, and how is | Estella? Where shall I find her ?” 2 a Rea “Your wife is in the drawing-room, Mr.- aiid I 2? Norah said, in a voice as acid as her face. “She. ain’t expectin’ you. a If you don’t take care, she’ll think you a ghost.” Pera Oo ac a Mr. Bartram did not wait; he was springing aoe up p the stair S, io eS The drawing-room door was ajar, and, faint and sy could hear Estella singing and. ‘playing in the g oa, ig ~ * ‘ R Py AaTe J , “ "4 an * 4 ; : r A ‘. ny mr ae, vy ! + ‘ ‘ ood rat 7G ) , ow f “ Pes Oe i AA Sik le é ” Lal ye fs »* § * A Al yy 14 i \ bd Pa ow a © m7 » - ‘| lean taf