The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1858-04-23

air OF prophecies, she pronounced these
words, $50; leave me; would be
alone"
Retta drew her half fainting sister from
the spot, trying in vain to soothe her ter
rors.
81 dead, and she triumphant. Oh,
Retta, what can be in store for me sob
bed Lady Lucy
Nonsense, Lucy. You surely don't
believe anything half-cnzy gypsy wo-
man tells you? You tremblc yet. Why,
sister, this is foolish.
81 know it, Rctta; but something tells
me these were not idle words She
frightens me- and cannot help the dread
1 feel that she Is right; our fates are link
ed together
1t was several days before Lady Lucy
recovered from the agitation the gypsy
had thrown her into, and it was weeks
before she could hear Jessie's name with
cut shudder.
In the spacious library of his country
house sat Lord Granville, while opposite
him stood IIuon Danvers.
You wished to speak with me-" said
his lOrdship, coldly "What have you to
say p
lluon stood a moment irresolute, and
then said, Mercy"
Mercy! 'Tis an old cry" said Lord
Granville. "Not one poacher comes be-
fore me but has it on his tongue. / say
to you, as say to all There is justice for
all criminals; | show mercy to none"
There was a bitter pride struggling in
Huon's heart, but, quelling it, he said
81 do not fear the punishment. l will
never be transported; l can die. 'Tis
for my wife ask my life, humble to beg
it. 1t will kill her if | 90 from her
"Why did you commit the crime p
+" | was carried away by excitement !
was wrong to throw myself into any dan
ger, with Jessie to care for; but it was
only one little hare the punishment is
not proportioned to the offence. Give me
my liberty, and l will repay your loss a
thousand fold.
Loss :" said Lord awhile, scornful-
ly. {" care not for the little / lose in
this lawless way, but i will crush your
tribes depredations in the bud. If | let
you 90 now, there will be no end to the
posching done on my estate" j"
He rose and rang the bell.
Remove this man, and confne him
until the officers arrive from London"
he said to the servants who entered.
Huon was removed to the county Jail,
but the next morning he was found life
less on the floor of the cell, while an
empty bottle labelled "poison," laying
beside him, explained the cause of his
death
Jessie, maddened by grief and despair
sought Lord Granville. What passed be-
tween them none ever knew but Jessie,
as she left the room, said one word
4" Revenge
A year passed away, and there was no
change in the camp or the large house,
save that Lord Granville's daughter, the
little Ella, was running about now, and
beginning to talk. One morning there
was an unusual excitement in the gyp-
sizes camp; they were breaking up to
move their quarters elsewhere. HIuon's
death had made them discontented, and
Jessie's filling her husbands place made
them murmur against woman rule. Jes-
sic at length announced her determination
to leave them, and they agreed to sepa-
rate for time. Jessie took leave of all
her old associates and left them, or rather
they left her, for long after they were
gone, she fingered around Lord Gran
ville's estate.
One morning there was strange scene
of grief acted in the great house. Ella,
the pet child of all, was missing; had
been lost all night. Lady Lucy was sick
with grief, Lord Granville ran hithcr and
thither giving directions, and the SER
wants crowded together in the hall were
eagerly discussing the routes pursued the
night before, and those to be taken that
day.
Meanwhile, pressing eagerly forwards
and holding a sleeping child in her arms,
Jessie Danvers pursued her way toward,
London. Days, weeks, months passed on,
and still there was sorrow in Lord Gran
ville's house. The lost one could not be
found Lady Lucy lay very i'll of brain
fever, brought on by grief and anxiety,
and poor Retta, bending over her, thought
often on the gypsy's prophecy. The fe-
yer increased in violence, and Lord Gran
vile, holding his wife's corpse in his
arms, felt that he was indeed widowed
and childless.
CHAPTER III.