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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1902-08-14, Page 7ocxxxxxaxxxxxxxxxo 1:4 Author of "Paned at the Altar," "Lovely Maiden," • " Florabel's Lover," "lone," Etc., Etc. By LAuriA JEAN LIBBEY aiterig1 state hciase• cienpany -Wren their Ito, aDu ,11.1114. Chester never dreamed of question, eing her closely, Ansi there was another subjeet upon 'which the sentitothe wife was :reticent: shhe knew Verne was by far tree toy • and WAIN to dismiss a love affair with ther-Rutiedge's mother. While we leave Mrs. CheSter Atha Verhe joetemeing homeward -all unpre• :pared for the shock they tire to meet -there-we 'will return to the events -width havo been transpiriug since that :fatal thelit on wlhele for better or foe -worse,r I,Iono asol Ihatedge Chester ewore wedded. We will go back, deer reader, te that eiveir(i and solemn denththea 1111mi:tee. It was a pitiful slide- tc 4eo thWt Om lying back aguinst the pillow. the whae hands elingiug to the strong hands that held them, and the gredf 4ark, wondrous eyes, half vaned by the long, silkers lashes, gazing with a world of love in them into the wh'ste,, hand. eome, sorrowful hug bending over her. "My -wife," be says, in a choked, hnrd voice. , Those helm the word she had said • she wonted to .hene last on earth -but somehow thesehmt him. Ile had dream- ed of thetwur when be should. say those evords to nuether-lo•vely, gohlenhaired Verne, whom he loved with all the mad, passim:Ito loge of his heart, .and wheel Itched pictured ninny a day as Ids bride. In a single hour the fnee of heavefl. terd ehrth lend changed for him. And ohl-how ellonge a fate --he was breathang, those $1101141 )rerib4, my wife, over another -halt unloved beide. Hold my hands (lesped (imeelee" the girl murmured in gneping terror. "1-4 .ani- s1ip1it n way from It re -teem my hands nal 011 is over. it whl be lag a : few leach menueits. Heeven has, been kind to' me." wth'epered the qoavering voice. "I thall die looking on your face. I am dyhte. rind I may tell yon now tow I have hived you," she went on with all the ingenseions maims of a little. ehild. "I Amnia never have told you this. bet 1 nut dying-" "Poor Thiene!" ho murmured, phy- ineey. "Poor child!" A. great wave of erterow sweep,: ore^ •his heeet. lie holds the little. death• . eeld ,hunds (\loser, and watches the love- ly. deepaihng face that grows whiter end whiter with each strugg,'ing breath, Tbo lnesh griews deeper. T.here Ls IllkY 1 silence of (1P11 ill in the germ 'Pile liousekeeper buries her then d itt th white ecountei pane :Ind sobs 'lithe 1y. 'The eonsultieg doetesh look .sigehieanthe and gmeely tit .enc,h other, and turn their fame awoy. Slowly the Whitt., ,henvy-fr%ngod eye- lids commenced to fall over vele dark, wistful. glazed eyes, shutting out the face he had loved so wee -only Heave' above knew hew well. A great wave- ofinfinite pity filled Rutledge Chester's heart. Pour rid:no! how mueh the had eared for him! He bent his handsomehead over her, :awl pressed his warm lips to ehe eold, white ehunmy ones. It was the first earees and the laet he would ever give +her in life. She would sink into the sleep of death with that lees trembling on ,her lips. "Ildenei-my itritle!" he murinurs ;again, in compassionate pity. But merk the won:limes ohange that lights up the nimble face upon which, the told death - dew stande. Thnt kiss end the sound of the voice elle Mired 141 dearly hee detwe her soul back from the dark valley of the ehahow of death -beet: to life and ethe 'World from which 7she was slipping. . The tide goes out Milth 41 Ill'enry 4(41511. but it does hot bear Thiene's eon] vut with tits The doctors bend forward with a ..ery of eurpriee, used as 'they are to sur- l.prises. ,Tthe film breaks 7stlehtly away from the oyes that never leave Rutledge Chester's .white, handsome, startled face. A feint tinge SIM'S(' (WIT the clammy \brow and the phle lips that Rutledge Chester, 4it this infinite pity, has pr sed with a hist good-bye caress. The pulse- ebeat grows more distinct -the chilled heart flutters ever so faintly. "It is my opinion Oat your bride will ,tiee, Mr. Chester," whispered the doctor. • "Those timely words and that kiss call ed her hetet front the grave," he said, . solemnly. ! Like one in a dren,m Ruth•dge Chester , lifts. his haggard face. Had he. heard Aright, or were las etnShe playhig him :.false? , "It is (mite true," repeated the doo. for, cheerfully, "I ant pleased to tell rip that your bride will live." He had not loved her, yet a sh-enge thrill.of thankfulness shot _through his 1 Burning, Itching, Stinging Piles I If people could only realize the virtue of I D. Chase's Ointment they would not suffer j,long wah piles. t Mr, W. H. Whitehair, a well-known • and respected citizen. of Cobourg, Ont., 1 states :-"Having used Dr, Chase's Oint- ment for piles, I can testify to its great value. The suffering which I endured ( from the burning, itching, stinging sen- sation of piles was something awful, and I can say that there Is nothing in this world . be Neal Dr. Chese's Ointment as a cure i.for this dreadful disease. I tried a great niatly remedies and nevee got more thau slight relief from ally of them. But while DI. Chase's Ointment brought quick relief , it went ftwther and made a thorough cure. I cannot say too reedit in recommendation of this great remedy." This ii the only preparation which Is positively guaranteed to cure any form of piles. Ask year neighbors about it, 00c. .a box, at all dealers, or Edinamoni Bates .& Co., Toronto. Dr1 Chase's Otntrneti'l: heaet. as 'ae -..voaen• Gown- awes ewe be;; Oath fage, The great, (lurk, slumblents ores sought hie voith iook of entreaty piteous to beholds "You are Sony, Rutledge?" be gasp- ed, falutly. "No. Chlene," he whispered, with atop leerier., "I than Heaven your youug life tui been epared" The doetor touched Rutledge lightly on the arm. "She needs rest and quiet now. After a 7gehd eleeP there will be a marked improvement in her condition. I will watch alone by her bedside an hour more." The ocenpants of the room rose slow- ly ahd quitted the apartments so httelY clouded by the .brooding (shadows of dea th. ehith slow. unsteady steps, Rutledge Chester sought the library and shut huneelf Never was a mem griught 10 sneh a web by the strange machinations of fate -wedded to mut wonfan, while every pulee-beut of his heart throbbed with love for mushier. To him the present was full of misery and the future all dark. A prInce might have been proud to woo und win beautiful Ihdene, with bee woudrous dower of beauty, for a bride She would have charmed any •man with her divine loveliness. Polutpe out of :lie whole wide world this man who had married her was the only one who could have looked upon her without emotion. A. serge ef the eruel wreng that a levelees marriage would be to her came over Itigteceee, but At could not be he ped. Ile had often heard and read of the idolatrous love of women, but surely there never was such a fatal, unfortu- nate, pathetic lore as that which tilled the .heart of beautiful. hapless Chime . He had given Lidene his name, but he could never give her his heart. He had none to give. Ilis heart had passed out of his keeping the first moment he had looked -into the eyes of 'Verne. But homiest put all thoughts of Verne away from him now, heneeferth and for- ever. He arose :ted took from his writ- ing -desk a little p I've. a bit of ribboe and a faded blossom, and laid them sor rewfully on •the blazing coals of the grute. A moment more and only the (wiles re ma med. "So perisli my hopes and my biller dreara of }ore," the said. Yet even in that moment of bittex de-. shah,. he .O11141 nothfind iftin this heast to curse the fate that fettered him - until death parted them -to 'Thiene, whose great. worshipful love won from him the protoundest pity. CHAPTER XVI. THE 11111IE. "In thy dear arms methought life would recover Its vanished joys -I'd live again for thee: Yet we must part -our happy dream is over, Farewell. farewell, dear love; 'tens not to he!" Nearly a week had passed since that weird midnight marriage, and Indene was convalescing slowly. itt that time Rutledge Cthester tried Itis best to be 'nest tender and devoted to the beautiful eirldnide that fate had thrust upon him in so strange a mauner. "You ere not singe that 1 iived, are ;you, Rutledge?" she often asked, raising those wondrous dark, stave- eyes to his face. His answer was always it grave "No, Uldene." She had S.polled his future; but he eculd not grudge this fair child her sweet yc.ung life. She WUS only a child -a thoughtless •ehild of seventeen-aud how was she to -maize what he foresaw, Quit this impulse which bound than to her, without love. could never being hap- lgruatige promised liiniself -that, even though he did not love rldene, ehe should never find him wanting in Wild- ness end tender consideratioe. lie was startled -nay, pained -at dole's worshipful love for himself. He saw the beautiful face flesh and the dark eyes brighten at his mire:tele the little white hands fluttered and tremb- led it by ebance he lumpened to eleep them a moment in his own: aiul he could 71LK WI ‘I Es, A' in his Ohm. whispered: 4othrg words to here, andicissed the wilt* hack to her pretty, dimpled, dismayed face to pone fort her, but lie could ;tot. A tar, awcot mee, frauwd 441 it KIHVII of golden hair, gad a Pair ef eyee like Hue low:Whs, liztecrd itstvhig his ...wart e "Oh, Itutledge," *he went son, with a great, tearless soh, "what if sheithould try to pert us?" "Try to port us, Weiler be ealit, entleavorieg to speak eartleselY, even though his whole frame trembled owl this lips grew pale, "Why isheuld you ingme that?' She del hot answer hum but elung to Ido; with deatlegold hands,. "You would not like to be palled front me," he said. almost frighteued at the ietensity of her love. "Suppose Heaven eholiid take me from you, what then?' Ile norer forgot, through ell the after yeam of later pidu, the .ftice she raised to his. "If we were ever panted from each other, I should go mad," ehe whispered. "1 would not die, for I could not rest MY grave. Oth, Rutledge, to lose you u'oult1 be more bitter thee death." , lie Was touched inexpressibly by the pathos of her voice quid fates. He cars essed the (leek, curly ,head. 7ana the lit- tle. white hands; lying clasped in his own. Poor child! What it world of love She had lavished upon him, all hi vain. Ile would have loved her if he could, But, alas! love goes where (hid sends it. And Heaven willed that he should lovf another, quite as hopelessly as poo: I Mem. loved Ism. "'Mow," he mid, thoughtfulleh am the last one to preach on sueh sub- ieets; but do you think it wise for -any mte to become so eugrossed in their love as that?" "r1 here are some natures that cannot help it," she rennet), "and mine is one ( f theltl. I could hot imagine anything so teirible es losing you. My reason. woeld fell 10e, like a poor girl's did in a -story I once read, and the dreary madshouse where they woeld take me would never cease cohering with your name. If you died first, Rutledge." she went on, 'n sobbing whisper, "I would come stud kneel upon your glove, MIA there my poor heart would break. They would find me lying dead upon your grave. Viten all that made his life worth living wes gone, how eould I live?" Rutledee Chester bent his haudsome ;head and kissed the beautiful, quivering red lips In pity too great for words. It wits the hrst and last kiss he ever gave her voluntarily, and the memory of it always lived in Uldene's paseionate, un- difriciplined heave. Hee thee grew radiant et this unexpected indication of •hie ,tenderness. And in that moment the thought was passeng through his •mirvd Oat he might have loved Ws hapless child in time if his heart •hed not iong since gone ont to auothor. No man's heart is large enough to hold two loves, "%limn mother returns, and you are strong enough, we will go abroad," he said. "You would Eke that. tidene?" For Answer, the ,dark, curly head nestled against his ehotader, and she ridsed those lovely dark eyes, with a beaming light in them, to his face. There WUS this great cherni about 111 - dew: She possessed, hi a most wenderfot degree, the gift of fascination.. The very touch of those little white hands was a subtle caress'. Rutledge felt the therm. He was but Human; and, though she was not the darling of this heart -the one he loved and woukl have gshoeen for his bride - he could not resist the power of her af- fection. And yet the very lavishness of the love she gave him tired him. His belief had always been -net the fair sex should be wooed, end never lose the charm of their delicacy by being wooers. "You will thihk the matter over, lit done," he said, ns he nrose to quit the room, usto w.ht,r0 you wish to go." "We will go auywhere hou liko, Rut- ledge," she said. "I can be happy any- where -with you." Those were the words he took with him front the pink and gold boudoir nerwh. •rh Are a.Heart and Nerve Tonic, Blood and Tissue Builder and Constitution Renewer for all troubled with weak heart or nerves. As a food for the blood, the brain and the nerves, they cannot be excelled. If you are troubled with Nervousness, Sleeplessness, Nervous Prostration, Pal- pitation of the Heart, Shortness of Breath, Weak or Fainting Spells, Anminia, or any form of Debility, take MILBURN'S plitiniy hear the wild throbbing of 11CT 110111T. HEART AND NERVE PILLS' "Thiene." he mid. one day, "it is quite a week since mother went awny. She 'mist mon return. How surprised Aho be when she kerns what has trans- hieed during her absentee!" 1•Ie WaS luirdly prepared for the ere. Of terror that burst from the girl's white lips. His. 'nether! th itt lier :supreme happiness, she had almost forgotten ehe very existence of hie 'nether. Ihtleue clung to him, with e leek of fear on her fato that he never forgot while his life laeted. The very winds moneing out - Fide seemed to repent -the hortible WOHS A.110 1iu1 heeril his mother utter that me- merable night A -Awn elle quite ,believed herecif to be alone: "Thank Cod, my eon was not fated to lave beautiful, hap- less: "Chlene! Yes, thauk God, it was not Mamie!" What if. his mether should show Rut- • ledge thet fatal letterand it should part them! Ara better +that Idle had died s when t -ate wits neer timely -than net! "011. Rutledge! • she whemered, 'whet if the sheirld be very engry that son had married me! Whet .should you do? Tell me what yeti woold der "I would do nothing," he said greve he "But. thee." he added. hastly, "you should not imagine such a thhig possible, lettew she loves you well, Thiene." "Not se a daughter!" she murmured. pitteniely. "She would 114.11 have wished 7011 to marry me." $11c. looked up 'wistfully hit° his Mee, • all elle love that •filled her heatt shiniest' in her dark, Warfel eyee, Heaven help him. He hated Winetlf. Ile khew thatte ehould have eaten lAtr Their comtive power is quickly mani- fested. They purify end revitalize the blood, brighten the brain and steady and strenghtcn the nerves front the first few doses. Price sec. por l•ox or 3 lb,. est for lit ail or Tho T. I.:Alb:ern Co., Limited, Toros -um Ont. MON (NT lie was too mum twrospitv m orot. Own thollgilth to hear the commotion too She corridor, A moment later some one .34iitt.:81,77‘41:10,tti,1:4:04.dicit4Iilo:z4t414: 4itad, .4titheuld.(11:7011,174,. beside her -ah, was he mod or dreenitugl-beehle her NNW, Write!,ile uttered 12 mlghty cry or rontmong ole - LOA vs lie sprang .forward; • Aiwa: th.e V4?) froze on Ids lips; his etreng erins feis to this hdeeu a convulsive shudder, mid he 1(100 (1 iit the of the hoot us, if rooted to the stmt. itfew, brief words Mrs. Chester ex - plumed 1110 vcculen that ,hrici implanted 4o Verhe, tie she herselfunderstood it, jetilledge listened like one 0444. **I have It -height •her- back to you, my boy," mid Mrs. Chester, leahteg ep to \yawl* ltutledge stood, met plueing her little treniulomi hand io Wee "She. Iteowe how dewily you love her, nut - Amigo, 1 have toot her all. I will teave you together," elm mid, archly, awhile I go in seerch of 1,Iclene, aahat woe - &glut eetwo tide widt be to her," Bowie itethelge couldtied this voice the door Was elosed, softly, and he ems :thee with. 1 mite -she one love of his heart -the inve.et-feeetl, blue-eyed (hitt- ing be loveh better than I re Itself, and who was parted Irian hint now as ef- fecttially us- theuels ones ot them lay in the grave. Veil -le could not understand the eurl- ous whiteness thnt overspread leis "1.teitele stone, haggard tam. She had vectored NO 01411 what her inettiug with, ltutledge woold be thee but in.ver--oh, }tie eictured mei thing like this. She mete frightened at the theme desperate leek la his thee. ls•hat couta !4; mean': he was frigle tened awl •dismayed. , lie knew what:his mother metint h hen she lett hint ahem with Verne. She would not etay to -see the raptnreua lover'sgreeting between hie trash:ea hive liiinself. Ali. (hold elle have dreetm ed of •tlithiong, story he had to, tell Verlie Tinto was hotting for it. hat to tell her the whole truhe 'Yet he telexed, 1011.117 all the loitehet J4.12 soul, to time from Verihde him het: the a eloutwitelgenicitr-elie„ en" t ft .1 him. In :hi the years of leis etter-life these worhs. weuld live in lee heitta, few werds were me meth to feed hungry, yearning !mere but it would in a bitter-sweet thought to hire to leery ' thsithe eared for -hint, and feet he miele have won her •if cluel fate lam not torn them asunder. Ile knew that eie should here resiseet the temptation to d-1'24 11 from her lips the words, "I love you. Rutledge," whet: 1 that love could never he •readthell but he 1N;LIS 01147 human. and in this hem he was parting nom her fee 'rem and he loved her better 11114.0 !ire iiielf. CHAPTiat 19)2, AA oat hour robe; ANolet. Om ems( tits- elter7 that tart Vern 0- oaf Lel it Porik *Rd that tett to Aer pre**, ltapphtess%, lshe moonbered ,oulr kire, and streeetos. Tile love sb ti eoyetotf, woos roovr hers: ter hopes pilitkiaed,. Th. cano."'St,4/4;;Tigdol. fel), ill'741$11en,11:474$. t.,°414t Zee Me-4We bride . . . Again from over the nodding' crionstiO roses she, hmsfe) the sound of her twine, scatty, yet more distinct this time. She hecame aware That some one wits plot- ting aside the green briatchea end cern, Ing•kowo7r4 tier. Osie glaute. 4iwn11* awful whiteness of death came over her,. "Am I mad't .or do I dream?" she gasped. "1.74trile's ghost 'has come hitch front the .grave to innea owl" A horrible darkness eseemed closing Its =mod her, ited the would seemed to slip from her. inAilioicivrblertruilts.. istant and Verlie sprmig to her cotehing ,the eweyleg form But Chiene did not swoon,teitible os the shock had been. ain no ghost, Ihdehe," she whisper- ed, eueesstng the dark, eurly head„ know how youmourned for toe I can imagine what your feelings must three been whee you returned and found me gone. You thought, with them, that I must have aheevered 1i Tour abeesme nue started for home. Is it not so?" Chloe!, nodded. The power of epeeelt eeemeh to tome left her. "i was Mime .tharge of by poor end tensest people, who found nie, I came bad- to you as soon as I uhl " etne coder ensiled baek • to- L'Idene's deathly pale face, and ithe•blood begin to erculate «bout her heart- Ahl some one hod reseued Verre, then, and her s.ster (she stall caled -her Matt d'd hot know that she had left her to her fate -left her to mover or de alone amidst the mow -drifts in the isolated venieth-yard. "I have come back to .you, Thiene," whispered the met, wistful roice,thaud the first thing I hear, quite as mon as I cross the thregheld, is that you are -yeu are -married. Uldeue, anh-to hint, Tea me, my darling, -I-1 cannot quite credit it -is it true?" "Yes," replied Chime. "I Dm his wife, Vie he. 'You -remember the -the letter you received ou that night, Venrer.' elle went en, quivering with suppremed, lie tenee. excitement. "What a tereible nits. tette cante near being made! It 1004 in- tendee for me, Verlie; not for you, dear It was not yeti whom he loved, Verge, dear, but me." A strange quiet fell upon Vetlie.- The few intful words bad htheir effect. The sienna ef tletene s imee fell upo41 her ear like a sound from a distances Verlie's faithful heart was wounded nigh urge de -nth. but she nade no sign. She long- ed to be elene. and think how mu h Rutledge Chester's mistake ihnd cast her, and weep her heart out 13)1 se:rot meg her broken love-dveam. "How *nun and foolish I was to thine he eared for me," thought the poor girl "It is well that no oue :dreams thet love hint," she thought. "I am thank- ful that fate spared me from coming Itim ht the consei'vatory that 'a 2' By a mighty effort she put all thought of self from her. and tried to rejoice in Ihdene's happiness, All her life eke 'had been .accustotheil to give up to beautiful • Udell° in all things. She loved this beautiful, spoiled. dark -eyed creature, whom she believed to be her siker. with a love that was almost Idolatrous. She would hare given her bright young life -had it been the price -to save thlenes. "You tire happy in his love, 'Cldene?" she said, wistfully; "let me bear you any so, dear." "I am inme happy thnn I can tell you. Verne." she answered, raising those dark, starry eyes to the blue ones, so heavy with unshed teen. "I love him sowell that if I were to lose him It wohm ld kill e. or I should lose my rea- snn: From that moment,heroic. noble Ver - lie put all thoughts of Rutledge Chestez from her. What it cost her, only Heaven and the listening angels knew, wl o heard her pitiful prayers for strength und saw her despahing tears. But even then -even ut the cost of her own misery-ehe WES glad thdenc WSS happy; that thought WAS her one coneolation in those bitter hom.s of ale guish when she fought such pitiful bat tics with her 04011 .heart -to crush out the love that had built its altar there. How she longed to go away -to creep back to the shelter of the ola light-honee -fling herself on her mother's brels1 and die there. Oh, fatal was the hom in which 1ie had drifted away from that lonely island home, out into the greet, hard world, where she htid met the hero of ther girlish day -dreams, hand- stblm. eIitttledge Chester,. Lied learned to k When Mrs. Chester was removed to her room and a physician euminoned, it was discovered that she had been strick- en with a severe fit of npoplehy-partly Paralysis, induced by some great month thcu.k. "There- tons no hope," the doctor said, and advised them to eend for Senator Chester without delay; hut this was im- possible. for, meg a few days previnhe the• • ' • abread by a very important affair of the etnte, and it would be quite a week yet berme he reached port and found the . cablegram awaiting bine appr'aing ogehieheihhs smiden and dangeroue 111. togas e h."- • It the worst -came, n11 would lv over b: foie he gelid poesibly teach home. When Thiene heard of Mrs. Chester's nrrival, half fainting with fear, she inat'e 1.er way to her mom to beg her to keep her terrhile secret. She met with the startling news that when she Ind. heard of her SOHN mate'age Mel theeeted to the 'betake ette dead; mid - hen' thet moment thee hail lost speeeh nntl aetion-thnt r ever aptin wmal these lips speak; they were striziou head) ferevermere. A temilde ery 101-1 1(124. ritielle'S Diet, for She knew why - k • " •h • A MUILE HEART. Rutledge Chester steps .forward. his • handsome face paling mei hushing. But before he can utter the fatal `AOCCIS that spring front his heart to ins lips, the door is dashed violently epeu, and Met,. Chester, hinte as a ghost, ezaggers met the roam, followed by the frightened housekeeper. "lintiedger she cries out ,e awild 'voice of suppreesed «ghee, 'stet: me, ei this thing I 'hear true? Oh, me 1ton, cohnot befieee it! It is too horrible! Mrs. Pierce teils me that in my abseuee you monied L'Idehe Sefton." He answers his mother, but he terns his pale, haggard face, full of entreaty, to the gulden -haired giel standing by his side. "It is quite true, mother," he mid. huslay. "ThIdene is my wife. I will tell youee" The sentence WAS never finished. Mrs. Chester prone upon the velvet car- pet like one turned to stone. As for Veidie-ab, who &shall describe the terrible vain thet smote her hear1. more cruel than dagger's thrust, as she heard these wards. The room seemed to whirl eround her, her face grew Itele as death, and the light died from her eyes. Her •senses were confused. tier whole soul wee steeped in. the horror of dull.despair. it was her. sentence of death. It was the warrant that cut het off from an that Was bright and beauti- ful in life. Hee timid, heatt had gene out to Rutledge Chester in all the freshness and sweetness of first love, and limy her heort-at one great, awful thtob-broke ia hut• breast. Su it seem- ed to hes.. Verlie Sefton WRS no •tragetly queen. She did not ery out or utter any moan. Looking into her lovely pale face, Itut-1 ledge mild not tell. how deeply end' pith fully the feed tenth had affected here: hitt in the slight shiver that swept over; her form -like a &lila winter blast on A tender flower -he read the sweet nes- sibilities of "what might have been.' He; knew the truth. She eaeed for There was little time to speculate over this matter, how, for the servants were 'hurriedly floek:ng CO the Hirfah.Y, alareih: ed at the unusual commotion, uttering terrafied as their esas fell upon the: prostrate figure of their mistress. alres chart roads. ood for C•Ctrything that runs on wheels. otd ttretteirstiorti. Made ravtrritAt. otr. CO. tt ith tender hands they raised her,! aud bore her to her own bouthdr; and ; •the eottfushet Verne slipped from the room and sought ridene. She grcped her way, like one stricken blind, up the broad stairway, and downh the tong corrithrr, 'odorous with the breath of blossoms, unlit she stood be- fore the pretty apartment 'she had slier - ed with L'Idette: but Thiene was not there. She heard the sound of licr voice 41. little way en in the censervatote, and thither she weet; and there, standing in the midst of a mash of scarlet paseion Dowers, elle saw Thiene. 1 "Chimer she ealltel, so ft•ly-"Ildenel" The little white hands that held the everted blooms dropped them: the dark head was lifted fren the flowers, end 7; Verlie saw a look of •swift terror VMS, her sister's raee. "How strange it is, waking or sleep - big, when he is with me or clone, am haunted by her voiee. She tcutps to 111,, in the dead of the night standing la - fore me in the inootirght, with her face, pale as death, her hrie hair falling 111' diS11011.1(41 111aSSOS 1111011 it, erying otit in en awful vette: 'Thiene! 'Thiene! be - Ware (bars vengeance! You have stolen my love front me, you have eown niy heart with thane, but you shall reap the harvest! Take core! Beware!" 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Oh, how hitiel the lips tried to tittica• late; but they only quivered eonvitIsive- ly and gave forth a litle meaning soiled. Ent in the lighting up of the eager eyes, which grew larger and brighter, Rut- ledge thought lie read an answer to whet lie had suld-that she had something- en her mil d whi .1, • • gh • e• yinr ha*l 11C('22 I . . to eommunleate to him. As fkoth drew nearer the 'gigot's- of the expreselon in the eyes 11041.1' left Rutledge's fnee, and teemed nt times to elmost leap erom their sockets in herrn', deepened. \net wag` troth:hag hie Lmether so, foreleg oitt great &tees -or peteititat7oa abut her lips end ft...tette:id. making her ghastly face pitiful to behold. Rutledge felt .sometintes as if he whald go mad, -sitting there by her eolith, with those tend eyes watch:ng hint so intentty, that, lf he 1Y1011'd AW:17 fur a 111r1HOIlt, they called him back by their strauge power, and etenpelled him to )(elk straight into their depths, where ehe untpeakable trouble lay etruggling to flee itself. "Mothee," he said 441' ill, "you wieh to tell Inc something, and you cannot Perhaps I ean guess what it is; at leest, call try. •If you Answer my questeon in the aftirmative, turn emir eyee to the Ino I rait of father hanging writ the 1111111' 1) 1: you, mean no, look hat) 111Y faCe 11A MI are looking now. you under- stanti?'' There was a Wan ehtelew of a joyous sinile on the White, haggard faee. 'Quick as thoUght the dying eyes turned to :he portrait, which was the token of nsbent. Ile knew his mother comprehended. "Is that wit' It you have on your mind '.1.1,0011eLitiugltfaltvl.,:e4rnih:euctiketi, ing oyes never left his faett. for the steady :gaze of the burn - "About prverty?" he questioned, Still the mouttfal getZe eves rivited n igreeeh bead her body wits aireadr, so far rtt citArrun. Xvin. T1111? -r.11101 NOT ALONE, AS 111110 latetavIst. Agnin the dark, thadoW of death eteread its dark wing over the Cheeter neausion. The servants moved abont • silently and with 'bated breath. Rutledge owl lite elector watched Me Leersingly at her bedside. tvery ono else, terve the faithfel (Ad housekeeeet and muse, •11ets 'carefully exeluded. "My serheee are of no aVtia, eXt*Otil . make the sufferer a little 14101V OONt• thetable," the doetor veld, frantly. "She 4811 11111 little while longer." hohootsolo.A' _ "Is it concerning me, worrier:- ne neked earnestlh. Quick as a dash of lightning, the lilted eyes travelled to the portrait on the wall. Ah, yes! That she 'wished to say concerned hitnselt. 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