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The Wingham Times, 1911-05-25, Page 7*OliMiltOMARR6*Ani*XWARIMA616*Z6ti <tr, <LIA, ;73 "When Lovely Maiden Stoops to Folly," "Olive*s Court - 4 shf.p,"- "When HLove Grew Cold," Etc (.94 IWAInnit6AMMORAWRIMW•MAMMUMMIRAW43T4N to even ask who they are" said Tri, Doris told herself at first That she aleappointecily. would remain in her owo room while How little she knew that the girlet the grand ball was in progress; then the heart and soul wero bound up in her groat curiosity to see how Vivian Court- own handsome brother Frederiek. ney looked, and to see, if possible, if she Ah, how poor Doris's heart longed Tor sympathy and consolation. Oh, it sho -only dared tell Boatrix Thornton the great hidden sorrow that seemed eating her heart away! She felt that she must unburden her heart to some one, or it must surely break. "Trine" she said, faintly, looking •and unlocking her little hands nervously, "I could never love any one in this world again, 1 loved onoe. It was the .sweetest, yet the most bitter experience of niy lite. The one who vowed always ;to love me, cruelly oast Ine from hit*. Yet I love him still with all my heart. De not talk to me ot love or lover, Trixy. I cannot bear it. .The world will never hold but one face for mo; and that is the face of him who is lost to me for- ever." 'Oh, how delightfully romantic; d' scrim' Beatrix. "I said to myzeif over and ,over again that there , was some mystery in your, life, I haveseen such strange :shadow S M your ayes; and your voice •often has the sound of tears in it. "I do wish I could help you in some way," said Beatrix, thoughtfully. "I'd . give the world to set the matter straight for you. What's his name and where does he live?" "I cannot tell, you," faltered Doris, . catching her breath with a little dry sob. "011, dear! Then I do not see how I 'can help you," cried Trixy. ' "You cannot," replied Doris. "Only . keep iny secret for me." "I will," answered Boatrix, earnestly. And us they parted Trixy resolved in her own mind to bring this truant lover back to Doris; but the first and most im- • portant step was to discover his name. While she stood in the doorway of the library, by a sudden impulse Doris turned . and glided back to her side. "Every ono is so cold and cruel to me. I think I should die, if I were to lose , your friendship, Beatrix," she said, pantin glee "You will nevir die, then, if you wait for that event to transpire," laughed Trixy. "When I like a person I like them for all time. I never could pretend a eriendship I did not feel. Why the first moment I saw you I felt strangely at- traoted toward you; I could not tell why. She wondered why Doris cattght her elands in her own and kissed them pas- ' Isionately, while burning tears fell from lher eyes. Poor Doris! If she had only confided in Beatrix—reckless, impulsive, warm- hearted Bee—it might have been better for her. "Beatrix," she whiepered, wistfully, "no matter what you might hear of me in the future—no matter what fate night tempt me to do—promise me, Bee, you of all the World will believe in me; 'you will not loge 'your faith in me." Oh, how hallow and unnatural the sweet :voice sounded! "There are pitiful secrets in many lives," she went on, "thitt ,drive those who are forced to keep them looked in tilde breasts, to the very verge if madeees•in their woe. If there is any pity in your heart for me, Beatrix, pray for Me. My feat are on the edge of a ter - Aisle precipice." In diftet Years Beata% Thornton, in ,recalling thht incident, floret forgot the haunted look zef despair that crossed cpoor, hapless reeris's, face as the words ,brolte from her lips in a pitenue ark. "I Will see Frederick to-mcinany," i thought Doris, as she hurried back to ,.her own room. Rett.Whezi.the morrow came there Was ,so muoh going on at the villa she could ',find no pppereimity. A (lei& times or „mere Frederick Thornton passed the slight :girlish figure with :the dark 'fano and lite heputing blue eyes,*wftle a care- less leaden smile, or a pleasant ward. Ile did,pot slook olosely at her, or he 'Would bode observed that shd club:tiled ,•her little"hands tightly over • her heat, • and swayed glightly from side to side, as ,though she,were about to faint. That 4,ffeirtieton• there 'vests a long and anxious -cOnetiltation 'between, • Thornton:WI:her two daughters as to ,the propelety,Of ,allowing Miss Carlisle— the paid companion—to attend the ball. "She has worked so hard for it,"*Sid Mrs, Thorntene do net miehowetre can refusee naturally expect "No matter what she (sestet:be Mem- ma," returned Geveridolin, flushing ang- rily. "We areenot obliged to consult her ..wishes. Whiewith a face like‘hers she • Would be the belleof .the bell, It IS nit e °hoe in a lifetiMe one atones morose such a startling faceeeem Are in style, so pet - tact in oontour. ' • "If 111a111 -111A .atraS tto see it mild Mut- /Anion outshine her own daughteri, she 'Will allow bet to be present; if she stud - our interest: elie cllaW'btibL 'Liebe!. 'There 'is 'AO denying glared that oho would eolipse tis ititeWere fOol- enOugh to alloW hd ti sipPeaie All , of my gentlemen acquaintances are be- ginnink to rave over her already. I wish • tett the bottom a my heart that girl had I , never entered this house. 1 fear she Will , bring trouble in the end." • A little litter Doris entered the ben. dein Mrs, Thornton turbotl to her with ,a fortes& Basile. • "You do not know how Sorry We are; , there Will be such a crowd at the ball I ,find it impossible to ask. you, Miss Car- r '",lt • did not expect it," said Doris, epiietlY; but,for the Atilt tines ehsfelt 'like rebelilig'bitterly eget:int .itir "Mei* agelnit the lot that condemned her to . Oliatiurity where she inettiel l'ifave Her handout,' young husband wauld be there' se would 'Vivian. Ali! if she NMI& but hare sat in the liallerOom and watched them—ootild have kept thein •'atiart by any strategy. Doris was In her xoom whey the oarritegeli dommoneedto edit up to the broad tilezist selett deposit their load, St yeuthatsd amity. A ball •at, Thornton 'Villa VW• 6001 & Suede's, it, MOM. were so disterb, lets, and loYty. Whet WOUld. haiglees a teeter& in "Other pietas Was chili eploasiOit Web- b* there; awl Molten *oinked tie be 0,*I 4..0. Alta. Parted at the Altar By LAURA JEAN LIBBEY, Author of s•)• Ca"V TEE TIMES) MAY 25i 1911 danced with Frederick Thornton, urged her to go down, With her heart in a whirl, Doris stole down the broad stairway to the corridor below, where she would bey° a good view of the-ball:room beyond, being herself unseen. How her beers throbbed and her Moe tushed as she listened to the music, as she took up her position. Isehind a • .'tile Clytie whish stood behind a ped- estal of blush -red rosss, e griutitl hill ...one the reception room, she thawing tie 1.15 and parlors wore I 1i-murt4.1 •svi a .) • iL.illiant •••• a picture it made! — beautiful faoes, flashing jewels, the gleam of satin and silks, tall men and fair -faced women 1 How the light fell on theml how the warm, pertained air stirred gently as they passed! Suddenly the air seemed to stifle Doris. Passing so near her that she could have put out her hand aid touched them from her place of concealment, sho beheld Frederick Thornton and Vivian—Vtv fan radiant in white lace and blush roses, leaning upon his arm. He was es- corting her to the ball room. "You will remember, Vivian," she heard him say, as he bent his dark, handsome head nearer the beauty, "you aro to save most of the waltzes for me; promise me beforehand." "That would be unfair," she declared. "It would be just and .kinci," he an- swered, eagerly. "I could not endure to see any ono else waltzing with you, dear; I should be tempted to take you from him." The next instant there was a loud crash. The marble Clytie had. fallen from the pedestal to the floor; the crim- son roses that had been twined about it were scattered in all directions, and amid the debris of roses lay a young girl. Why, it is Miss Carlisle, your mo- ther's companion!" cried Vivian, in dis- may. "Look, she has fainted." "Step into Me drawing -room while I take her up to mother's apartments," he said to Vivian: and without waiting to summon a servant, he raised the slight figure in his strong arms and bore her rapidly up the broad stairway. Then for the first time—in the bright. glowing light of the ohandeliers—he looked curiously down into the dark, dimpled faoo lying against his arm— looked—then Came to a sudden halt, a cold perspiration starting out in great beads on his forehead. CHAPTEht XVIL—THE PANGS OF JEALOUSY. Frederick Thornton gazed with painful intensity into the girl's beautiful tace. "Just such a face has haunted. me la my dreams," he muttered, hoarsely. "I have a dim recollection of having seen such a face before, but where I cannot imagine. Since that accident, which nearly cost me my life, there seem to be strange leaks in my brain. "It must be only ' fancy that I have seen this girl before. Row strangely my heart thrilled as I touched her band, like an electric shoek. She Is a 'beautiful little creatUre. 'If my heart were not al- ready 'Vivian% I-1 should be in denier Of losing it. My raother's young Goths' panion is certainly siliarining." He laid Ms lovelytUrtion down' upon the velvet divan in hie mother's boudoir, and rang the bell fame of the lierVents. "Miss Carlisle has fainted, Patty," be said to the maid Who Mon made her ap- pearanco in answer to his 6111111320W14 "I will leave herin your charge," He ladecitreely closed'the door behind him ere Doris's' tine eyed flutteted open. "Leave mee.Ptitty," she cried, Mahe raised her ,dyes to the ,anxious lace' bend- ing over her. '4You can do nothing for Inc Nothing." And When she was left alone, she turned her face to the well with moani piteous to hear. It never occurred to her to inquire how she came there. She quite believed ono of the servants had brought her here when' they found her lyning in a dead faint in the corri- dor below. The sweet. joyoult Arable of the dance music andSgay laughter floated uptlo her as shadertheri,vrith,herliteeltUried, in the 'Shreild 1i Ili .there -in such wretched &Widen white Vivien, the beauty, and Frederick danced and laughed the bours away so gayly down below in thecroee-enabowered • No, no; dine eoula not.' It Would drire her mad. Silently Doris rose from the divan mid civet, down into the dorridor, agent. As shit passed the ceitiefdatiety, she SAW the two for whom she was searching, stencil!!g by the fountain. "ShottlitAltil 'titti Ot3ralk in •allefac• 'them?" Doris staked herself. Shediduldlieti tile *alibiriet'seNear it. She was deadly sicli and Witt itith. the bitterest paltrofjehleutythsi.1tsl* hued' or Stab *Wotan 'hits& •`•hii' &AU nitil endure to see Frederick Thesenton bend hie,hendsome head:.over V1Isn.• • Rd was litieband—not ian'ele Was MIA and "Cruel. Her fide flushed Itotlir and lei lips quivered. • She felt that she mu.i cry out is them, 'that she Inuit intyt-.. "Oh, Frederick, any love, keels her and come and Comfort nee, Or I shall go mad!" Should she cross o'er to Vivien's side, and cry anti bitterly-. "Hi tenet �rl De not look et him or Valle at him I Cease tee try' to win kisibt mine, kit' Yetis's!' 114 can never be your', for he has married me!" The Intpuisit Wail do strong to utter • the words that,Dorlit bib her ilia until the pent became listipportable. She raw on the fat* of her level,' rivet 4 leak Vivian's face had nide Worn be- fore, 'What *at .he 80yt8 to her that broright.thotis bleakest 16 hilt olteeke and the !LA &Witt smile httec her dazzling dark twee DM* hi—re/WOW net tree ta WO* and Win Vivialeuellerelie breathe bp her one *•r .t locar Doris knew that ehletis4 to ger tlitis ail liltitef6111 Xi ter ow tt rt. main, but she could not tear herself away, Lilo blood was boiling in her veins,. her heart was beating fast. M that moment a waltz struck up again, AO WW1 tt smile Frederick drew Vivian's little gloved band through bis awn and led her back to the ball-r9oin by another door, And Doris orept (dose to 0, great branching magnolia near the entrance and watched them. Vivian Rented to iloat through the mazes of the graceful waltz like a, veritable fairy, Doris did not take her eye e frein, ber husband and Vivian, her beautiful rival, no matter in what part of the ball -room they happened to be. She SaW Frederick hold close to his heart his Air partner, and it seemed to Doris's distorted imagination that be hold her more olosely than tho occasion demanded. At last—ohl deliverance from torture! —the music ceased; the waltz was over, Frederick offered 'Vivian his arm then, and they promenaded around the room. "I should go away from here," mut- tered Doris, as she watched them, "Ah! my ourse is that I love him. I could not live away from him. I lova him with the bitterest love—a thousand times more cruel than hate." While she stood there Mrs. Thornton approached. She saw Doris and stopped short. The pallor on the girl's face startled her, "You do not look well, Miss Carlisle," she said, gently.. "Had you not better no into the wounds and walk awhile 1n the cool air, or go up to your room and rest? I shall not need you any more to -night; you look tired." Then Mrs. Thornton caught sight of her son and. Vivian. She turned to Doris with a pleased smile. "What a handsome couple they make," she said—"my son and Vivian—do they not, Miss Carlisle?" Doris tried to murmur some answer, but her voice died away on her whit* lips. "The dearest wish of my heart will be gratified when I see them married," Mrs. Thornton/went on. A sudden impulse, an irresistible, mad longing, urged her to turn to Frederiok's mother, and say: "He can neves marry that proud beauty; he is already married. I am his wife." But this was neither the time nor the place for such revelation. Without waiting for Doris to reply, Mrs. Thornton moved on, and Doris re- sumed her patient watch again. Some one had claimed Vivian for a quadrille, and Doris noticed with bitter pain that Frederick did not. atteinpt to seek another partner. He stood quite alone where she had left him. Of what was he thinking that he looked so dream- ily at the programme he held! Was be thinking of that other ball, and the young girl who had accompanied him there to her bitter cost? Was he thinking of the pitiful sequel that had followed on the heels of it? Doris imagined he was, and again that old perplexing ques- tion recurred to her: Why had he wedded her, if he meant to desert her? Would any one, looking into his dark, hand- some face, believe he could be guilty of so cruelly deserting the bride he had married, almost at the very altar? She remembered. the words of the great poet, who has said:— 1 "That one may smile, and smile, and be villain." Did he have no thought of the young heart he had broken, the young life he had blasted? "If he could have but loved her, how different life might have been for ?ter," she told herself. "He does not love Me; he cares only for Vivian," she mur- mured. '!If I died to -morrow," she cried, with a bitter moan, "who would grim for me? Not Frederick Thornton. If he heard'I was dead, it would be a great relief to him. He could look up calmly, and say: &She Is out of my way forever.' If he did not say it, that is the thought that would flit through his mind. "God forgive We! I do not vrant tote wicked, but I think heaven has laid a great curse upon my life. I am (singed by fate. I •naa so lonely, my childhood and girlhood were so -uuhappy; my one prayer to heaven was 'to send me some one who would love me. I had no gentle mother, no loving sister, no kind father —no kindred on the ;great, wide, crawl .earth. I was, so desolate I craved love— only love—and it has been denied ma What is there left to live for? He will never, never love Mei" As she watahed, she 8111T Frederick cross to Where Vivian sat, and bend over her a mob:lent. Then she rose. took his arm, and together they passed out of the ball -room into the moonlit, rose -bor- dered terrace. The poor wretched young Wife steed motionless beside the crimson clove ear - A BAD COLD Developed Into BRONCHITIS. Neglected Bronchitis is very often tire direct cause of ptoopuraption, and on the knit symptom tappering 13,. .Wond4s Norway Pine Syrup should be used and the Bronchitis cured. the symptoms are, tightneite SWIM the chest, sharp pain. mscl, a ciBBS,ultyTts breathing, i tiXerition .of thick phlegm, and later of a &cellists Or yellowish Whir, Coming from the broil. chial tnheelrhen coughing, espeeitIly the Ars* tiling in the morni,og. • Mrs. ban, J. McCormack, Cleveland, N.S., writes: "My little boy two years old caught a bad told which developed into Bronchitis. Be was soo choked 1,1P1,14 oouki Madly breathe, &edit* AMA your wonderful medicine, Dr. Wood's Norway rine Syrup, 1 tleeided to, tcyts bottle' and with eisels good result I get' another which toitmet4y out* hya, without having s doctor. 1 cannot say too much in its pestle; I would not 'be without it in the house as 1 Consider it X sure cure for Colds and Briatchids." The price of "Dr. Wood'e" Norway Pine Syrup is 05c. It is put up in a yellow wrapper. Three pito trete M the. trade anatie. 18. aura end atibetitUte for pi. Wood's. Neadacturai only by The it Itglyam 140#.*A..%2r—cs.tlaht-41104111111111 tiations, her betide pressed, tightly over her heart. Should she follow them or not? The temptation was more than she could resist. Silently as a shadow Doris stole after them, gaining the terrace by another door. They had wandered, dawn the beaoh-walk to the river's brink, Doris could see the glimmer of Vildandi white dress through the trete; as the patches of moonlight fell upon 80 There was snob a deep silence among the treett, as she went swiflty along, that it seemed to Doris that they were waiting, silent, motionless. her the pitiful mono which was to follow. Sometimes the low, mufti - cal laughter of Vivian reacted her, and then tne rich ring of her husband's voice would sound cheerily through the still, white starlight; and all the time she, his wife, was slowly threading her way after him like the shadow of fate. Doris had a dim idea that what she was doing was a wrong, undignified, Tins generous action; but lier groat, hope- less, pitiful love, and the cruel smart of jealousy, more bitter to bear than the pangs of death, outweighed every other f eeling. "I shall s'ee for myself whether it is true OP not that he is Vivian's lover, that he contemplates marrying her," She had a feint remembrance of read- ing once of a man who had applied to the law to freellm from his wife. What the cause was she did not recollect; and it seemed strange to Doris, at the time, that the law freed him; that the law of man could set at del -lame the law of Clod, that those joined together in hold wedlook should never be put asunder. Had Frederick Thornton availed him- self of any such means to free himself from her that he might wed Vivian, whom he loved? "If it is so, let me hear it from his own lips," she Immured, hoarsely; bet- ter thitt ho should slily her with the truth at once than that she should die by this most slow and cruel torture. Silently . Doris drew near the two standing on the sands together, all un- conscious of her presence, and the trag- edy evhioh was to follow. Only a group of trees separate her from them, but Doris crept still closer, with bated breath and a heart of fire. CHAPTER XVIII.—DORIS AND • FREDERICK MEET. Nearer, still nearer, crept the little dark figure to the two who stood by the river's brink, gazing far out on the moonlit waves. What were they saying? Was Frederiok telling his beautiful companion the story of that other ball, and the fatal marriage that had resulted from it? Was he saying that, on the impulse of the moment, he had encumbered himself with a wife he did not love? No, no; he had not told her yet; for, crouching there in the dense shadow, she heard Vivian say:— "There seems to be some secret you are trying to keep back from one, Fred- erick. You are changed of late; how, or why, I cannot tell. Sometimes, when I am talking to you, you do not hear nae. Where are your thoughts—of whom are you thinking? I ask myself. If I thought you cared for any one else, Frederick, 1—" The sentence never was finished. Fred- eriok Thornton bent his dark, handsome face with a light, happy, careless laugh. "My dear Vivian," ho cried, "is it possible you are growing jealous?" In the next Instant he had changed his light, bantering tone. "It Is all your imagination above; the change in me, as you call it.. When you see me dietrait. 18 m when I am trylug to recall some vague thought that seams to have escaped MY mind, and which is ever elndkig my memory. As for caring for any one else —ah, no, Vivian, you are my firat and only love. I have never cared for any one but you. I have never held any one eise's hands clasped in mine as I am holding yours now. I have never breathed one word—nay—never given one thought to another." Was it a moan from human lips that startled them, or only the wind sighing through the trees, dying away in a low wall over the water? 'rhe words Doris had heard had driven her mad. 014 God, how could he utter words as false as these? How dared he? It was a wonder that the rod of the angels did not strike him dead. With a bitter cry Doris ' sprang from her place Of concealment and confronted him. There was a shriek from Vivian, and a ory of surprise from Frederick. "Miss Carlisle!" they both echoed in a breath, "No—not—Miss Carlisle!" Doris pant- ed, with the most broken-hearted cry that ever fell from human lips—"not Miss Carlisle, but Doris Thornton, the wretched, unhappy wife of this man who dares to speak to you of love, 'Vivian Courtney :--the unhappy bride whom Frederick Thornton wedded, and then deserved at the very altar almost!" Another shriek fell from Vivian's lips. Frederick Thornton stood still in the Pith like one turned to stone. Speech and :talon seemed suddenly to'have left hint. He could not have Moved a mullahs, uttered one word if his life bad depended upon it; the shock he had received was so terrible—so appalling. "It le'false 1 Who ore you who dare utter ouch words? Why do you not deny it, Frederick?" screamed Vivian, turn- ing to hitt, and eagerly scanning his vele, handset/le face in the white, Old moonlight. "Bawls, he dare net, in the presence ef God. and the listening angels who *itemised our martiage," replied Doris, golemnly, lifting her white right band to the stategemmed heavens, and answer- ing Viviaa's last question first. "As to who I am., your woman's penetratifon might have told you that 1 am the un- happy girl Prhem you once know as Dori' Brandon, in them old dealt el Metlaine Delmar's seminary." 'Yon Doric Brandon! Why, yen are certainly mad!" exclaimed Vivian Court. nee', hoarsely." "She was fair of face, and hair like golden sunshine. You are dark---" "flush I Listen to me for but one mo - meat, and 1 will explain. Let Frederick Thornton deny me, his deserted bride, then, if he With In the register of the old gray Meet ohurch Where that Weird fetal 'midnight marriage wee solemnized, ddb Sill And' bur Iiinies 'signed, There you will find proof. "Von yenrrelf, Vivien, know how and *Aare I first met Frederiok Thernton. It Was a lark and bitter hour for tins la whiz% you pot that note into my handl .011 the day you were leaving the gamin - try, and bade me wait for the Ming niloWho would collie to the Old sleuth Ole at fete that afternoon, and place it . kaikai." reithlesi With excitement, Vitiate tervrerd. 081 ut enters lit she clean eteentille "Some cruel tick to frighie-n Mei" she went on, vehemently. Yet, for all that, she noted With dim horror that Frederick did not COratratilet I the horrible assertion. In a few brief words Doris had panted out her pitiful story of her meeting with Frederick that day, and of ths. pleasant meetings and rambles through the sum- mer wood that followed, How he had persuaded her to steal out of the BeM111, ary midge to the grand ball, and the ills etarred hasty marriage that had resulted from it. How he had taken her to Bal, theme, and leaving her at the hotel, bad then and there heartlessly deserted her, Of her search fOr a situation as oorapans ion; and of the teinptatto to enter her husband's home and look once more upon his face that had tempted her to disguise herself and come to his mother, As he listened, like a shock the past returned to Frederick Thornton. Re tried to speak, but the words died away on his lips, making no sound. 'Ilse vein stood out like cords on his forehead, and great drops of perspiration stood out in heavy beads on his white face. Like a flash he remembered all now; —the marriage; leaving Doris, his young bride, at the hotel, and sauntering out into the street to smoke a cigar while she rested; and the accident which had followed that had needy cost him his life, and which, when he recovered, had left such a strange blank in his mind as to some event or events that had tran- spired just prior to it, which he had ever since been vainly endeavoring to call to mind. Oh! and this was iti No wonder he was struck dumb with horror as his brain took in the terrible truth. "Is it true, Frederick?" cried out Viv- ian, sharply "Oh, my love! my love! tell mo that it is not true, or I shall go mad." it is true, Vivian," he naurinured, hoarsely; and it almost seemed to him another voice had spoken,: it seemed so strange and unnatural. "I married her, as she says. She is my wife." He tried to say more, but the words refused to leave his lips. He was like a man besvildered—stunned by a swift, terrible, unexpected blow. "I see it all now," screamed Vivian, with a wild, eldritch, shrill laugh that made both of their listeners' blood turn cold. "It was a daring scheme for a husband—a most daring plot to win my lovo from me by stealth," she went on. with stinging sarcasm "I should never have intrusted my note to you. A beg- gar like yoursolf—a nameless nobody—a waif on Madame Delmar's charity— I might have known would manoeuvre for a wealthy husband, just as you have done."" esprang nearer to Doris, white with wrath, her eyes blazing as they rested on the girl who had come between her and Frederick Thornton's love. "Let it be ono bitter drop of disap- pointment in your oup of triumph to know that the man you have so cun- ningly entrapped does not nor never will love you, for his heart is mine. Do you hear, Doris Brandon? His heart is mine!" Her eyes glittered, her cheeks and lips flushed scarlet with excitement. Frederick Thornton's presence alone saved her from raising her clenched, jewelled hand and striking Doris down at her feet. Frederick Thornton himself seemed ins capable of action. 'ilo him Doris turned, holding up her little hands as if to ward off Vivian's scathing accusations. "Frederick," she cried out, "oh, be. have me, all that she accuses me of is false—all terribly Nig, I—I—would have died sooner than—than try to entrap you inte--reerrying T'MA " There was a piteous quiver in the sweet, childish voice, and the soft blue, appealing eyes raised to Frederick Thorn - ton's pule, disturbed, handsome face were drowned n tears. He would have inter- rupted her, but she held up her hand with a quick gesture. "Hear me out," she cried. "I have only a few words more to say, but they must be said to you alone, Frederick. I could not speak before her." Vivian expected that Frederick would put out his hand to her, crying out that she might remain and hear all that was to be said. But he did not; and with a derisive, sneering laugh, she gathered up her silken skirts in her dainty hand and fairly flew up the rose -bordered path to the house, and up to Mrs. Thornton's boudoir, to tell her the horrible story. It was the most awkward moment of Frederick Thornton's life when he found himself standing alone face to face with He meant to tell her that he had never willfully deserted her, and of the fright- ful accident which had stricken him down, separating hint in so strange a manner from his watching, waiting bride, when she had ceased speaking. First, he must hear what she had to say to him. "Oh, Mr. Thornton—Frederick!" she faltered, piteously, "ycu must believe that I never—never—thought of merry - Ing you ten minutes before you spoke of it—proposed it, or I shall die here at your feet, or go mad with very sheltie. I thought you wished me to marry you— ob, heaven pity me I—I thought you wished me to marry you beoanso you loved me just as dearly as I had learned to love you; yes, I believed that with all iny heart." The words she had uttered had fallen upon Frederick Thornton like a thun- derbolt; they wero a startling revelation to him. He looked into the beautiful, childish face aghast. Doris loved him 1— Doris whom he had married in a mo- inent of impulse, to save her from being cast adrift on the 614 pitiless world, She feared so must. He had considered btr but a beautiftil, willful, capricious child. He was amazed to hear *ohs her lips that revelation she had uttered in her intense excitement— she loved him. "Oh, If you had but left mo to, die at the ball," she moaned. "foe it *as then that my heart -went out to you. Oh, if I bad bet known yon did not love me, I would have died sooner than have gone 80 the altar with you. 1 toyer thought that lips could breathe vows the •heart Wee far 'from feeling. Heaven forgive yOn for pledging yourself at the altar to love me, when you knew it Was raise—ail false, for your heart was at Jar from mine to the sky li from the earth. You loved another," "Doris, poor little Doris, listen to mel" he cried, eagerly; but she held up that little hand again enjoining silence. "Those solemn vows bind us to each other until the death of one me the other tree. I angoing to give you baek your freedom which you bartered away. I will not spoil your life and Vivian'.." She turned and attempted to pass him, but he put out his band and caught the slender, girileh figure. "How cotild yeti set me free, DOris?" he demanded. 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Only a heart -broken sob floated back to him. The words she had uttered came to his memory with awful horror:— "Only death could break the bonds that bind you to me, Mr. Thornton. will not come between you and Vivian. I am going to set you free." Surely poor, beautiful little Doris did not intend to court death in the dark, rapid river. The thought brought him to his senses as nothing else could have done, and with fleet footsteps he followed that flying figure, calling upon her to stop. But if Doris heard those passionate cries she did not heed them. Pausing an instant on the brink of the moonlit water, she held up her white hands to the night -sky. "It was all a cruel mistake," she mur- mured, with gasping sobs. "He did not love inc. It was Vivian -whom he loved. He hates mo because I came between them and parted them, and I couldn't bear -that. I must die and set him free. Surely, God must pardon one, knowing how bitterly bard my life is to bear— " 'Mad from life's historf, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurled, Anywhere—anywhere out of the world.** Poor Doris! Her groat sorrow had driven her mad with despair. With a lisiVering, piteous cry that pierced Fred- erick Thornton's heart like an arrow, as it flouted back to him, little Doris flung herself from the rock on which. she stood, down into the curling waves; and in an instant they closed over her head. The next moment Frederick Thornton .eached the spot. He stood there as if •urned to stone, looking down into the ippling waters, spstrkling under the pale eight of the moon—the waters that had .nit a moment before closed over that leautiful, dark head and childish, des- alting feels. Horror had ahnost robbed him of Ms °ice, deprived him of his strength. With .n awful cry he staggered back from the wink. and rushed toward the home. tying loudly for help, for she had not ken again. Poor Doris, the fair young bride he asi wedded, and from whom the hand f fate had parted him, almost at the .cry altar, in so strange a manner, lying old in death, and for hie sake. She had ,at given him time to tell her how trangely fate had been playing at cross- etposes with them. She believed he had tillfully, cruelly deterbed her, end it ran this that had driven her to her *nom. She had sought death ere the tariling truth could be resealed to her. Oa, the pity, the horror, and the cruel home of it' "Help! help!" he cried, hoarsely, wildly rushing up the broad, marble pinch two steps at a time. To the serv- ens, Whe clothed out in answer to their young master's wild cries, he explained ID a few gasping words what had hap. pened. There would be no ouestion of saving her now, they Odd him. They could eiliy get drags, aid Fra) oh for the head'. This was quickly stone. Steady halide bent to the oars. Rigid and A0110014 ghastly white, Frederick Thornton sat In the bout 'beide them, 'watching lt all; eat like a figure wrought in marble; sat With the ghastly, White, deepelting face of 8 man whose thonghts were torturing him to nidnes* Ethers rush of the Wavei that beat against 001nel—every stroke it the tort otikv.,...itit_sk ik8 wate7, t6'• dry out to hint:v.,. "She sought death because slid could not live without you. How the poor child loved you!" The drags were dipped, splashed,and trailed through the shimmering water, only to come up tangled with weeds and river drift. No set, white, childish face. framed in rings of wet hair clinging to it—no slender, girlish figure dame np with the drags from the river's depths. An hour passed in useless search. They were obliged at length to abandon it. The swift under -current must have car- trieepdsheotraway before they had reached h And all this time the merry ball was going on. Music, laughter and dancing made the night air eoho with revelry, and not one among them knew of the tragedy whicih had taken place so near them. . Frederick Thornton could not go back to the scene of festivity. He could not endure it. Like ono mad, he paced the river's brink, 'gazing with horror and remorse too great for words at the fair, false smiling, treacherous Wavele Suddenly a light, quick step came hur- riedly down the path. He knew before he raised his white, haggard, pain -drawn face that it was Vivian. "Have you learned what has happen- ed, Vivian?" he asked. " Poor Doris has flung herself into the river. I was power- lese, to save her, for she never rose again, There was not oven a ripple to mark the spot 'where she went down. She Is drowned. Poor pretty Doris! She did it to set me free. Oh, the pity of it, Vivian; the pity of it!" To the last day of his life Frederick Thornton never forgot the shook it gave him to hear the triumphant cry that broke from Vivian's red IM.:— "Dena, is she, Frederick? Was there ever such a fortunate stroke of fate for you and me? I thought I shouM go mad when I listened to her story and heard it confirmed by your lips. And now she is out of our path forever!" Frederick Thorium recoiled from Viv- ian in horror too great for words. Could it be that ho bad heard aright? Great heaven! had this girl, whom he had idiolized as little less than an angel, a 'heart of marble, and a breast so dead to human pity that she could speak of poor little Doris's untimely death like this? "Vivian!" he cried, sternly. "do you rgeistaldil,ee, that .you are speaking of that wero child's death as though you ero "And so I nm," assented Vivian Courtney. "Are yon net, Frederick?" "Heaven forbid'!" he groaned, shud- aeringle. "If 1 *could put life Into that still heart again acme brightness into those dim eyes, I would suffer a lifetime of pain to de it." Vivian came a step nearer to hint and laid her little white hand—on which his engagement ring still sparkled—on his arm. Only a few short hours before that touch would have thrilled him to the heart'e core. Now be shook it off with a shudder. "You have forgotten that, if she lived, she would have tome between you and me—and happiness." she murumred. And the voice that had always sound- ed like the sweetest; music to Frederick Thornton's ears now seemed strangely discordant to him, and the vague thought drifted across his mind, was it possible he bad ever loved. tble girl? Here- tofore he had seen only the- meet side of 'Vivian's nature. Now the stood revealed to him 1n quite a different light—a vin- dictive woman; one capable of the most desperate, relentless hate: one who could glory in In innocent rival's death—the loon ot .11 Mullett life—if it removed an obstacle from her path. Ile Was amadillt- -cruelly disappointed ht Vivmon 060* no. The chanties aro, if Vivian hait met given Utterance hi her reel tentithents, the whole °entree of her after life would have been different. A slight incident, a word, a look, have often been known 80 turn the mightiest love into abhorretee. Lore conies to the heart swiftly, and it may take wing tut owitity, end to often but 8.88 transient guest. AA feeling e o mireef Froderkkio tom, Virlan Went O