The Plymouth Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1869-1941, 1869-11-25

her face went suddenly down into her hands, and
moan, such as they never before had heard wrung
from her lips, escaped her:
eff am to be haunted even here in my own
fathers house-if am never to be free from such
subtle danger, such devilish persecution as this
then, nv God. know not what to do" she muir
INJURED presently lifting white face and looking
at her parents with Wild intense eyes.
They were the more startled at her vehemence
because usually she was calm her mother an
swered her beseeching look with one of trembling
sympathy but every drop of blood in her fathers
heart boiled:
You shall not be prosecuted EVELYN not while
live to defend you. Curse him will see him in
the morning" shaking his revolver, land we will
settle this matter at once and forever"
"Oh, mol" exclaimed Evelyn, springing from
the bed and grasping her fathers hands, as if to
hold him back from the threatened violence, mo!
no! no. father; whatever may say when / am
excited however indignant you may feel at times
promise me that you will never injure Mr.. Cor
don. If you kill him, you kill me, father-remem-
Der thatv"
there the agony of lore also: Did she sti love this
man ?-Or could his death bring to light facts which
would distress her in some other way? Those
nearest and dearest to her could only conjecture.
Her father, for the first time grew very angry with
her, pale and suppfant though she appeared. His
very anxiety for her wei fare made him impatient at
her reticcnce and seeming obstinacy.
II think its high time this damned fOOng came
to an end y he said; pulling his hands away. " am
tired of it..
His daughter burst into tears, saying, humby:
Il cannot blame you for speaking If it was
in nv power to rightly explain this matter to YOU
would do SO. But you must have patience-pa-
thence with me- dear father. Oh, can't you bear
little while with your poor Eva papa!"
With those arms about his neck, with that pale
young face upon his bosom, what could he do?
Nothing, but kiss her.
AT least, / may hold Celeste, If she is foundY'
Yes, father-but do not question her. must
do that, and alone"
However. the dressing maid was not to be found.
The front basement door unfastened, and she
had probably escaped at the first alarm.
This comes of taking girl without looking
up her credentials" complained Mrs. Brockel-
thorpe But Mrs. BIS name, in Paris, l
thought quite sufficient; and | recognized the
handwriting as really hers. Evelyn will You come
and lie on the sofa in my room the remainder OF
the night?"
the house, she will not ceme back. 1 am safe for
ne present. Just leave your door open, papa, and
will leave mine, for am little nervous"
They Obeycd her; and, if the startled and mysti-
lay for hours, with the ockct claspcd in her hand.
her eyes wide Open staring at the ceiling her fca
lures set almost as if in spasm
If her mother had seen her thus, she would have
been more seriously alarmed than ever; for so sue
cessfully had Evelyn hidden the wound in her
heart, that no one dreamed that it was likely to
prove mortal.
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