Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1870-01-20

red hair, ana eyes Ike usn, Ii 30 YOU VIII
how mothers and daughters used
to run after him because he had eighty
thousand year. But the man was full of
cunning, and was not so easily to be caught
The first time l had seen him for years was
in the Nevilles' drawing room. He had met
them, it seems, abroad-at Florence,
think, / could see at once that the fellow
came there because of Sibyl-there was no
mistake in that. Neville himself was q
spendthrift. an men are beginning to won
der how long he would hold ont against the
Jews
'sOf course, twas the old story. Yes, /
told the child loved her: but she could
only cry; so kisse her sweet lips. and
she clung to me as if her heart would
break.
40 Guy she said. they make me mar
ry him.
"a poor weak fool" continued Guy, 81
daresay you'll think, to be persuaded But
what is girl to do against the deslgnin
of shrewd father and mother who is the
incarnation of cruel cleverness? Mindyou.
tbs not with woman as with man; the
one cannot, the other can, set at naught
the command of parents And they had
tried to poison her against me. Perhaps
in some measure they had succeeded; but
if nothing else did. that parting-how
plainly 1 can see it all, and feel her cling
ing kisses now!-showed me how much she
loved me.
Guy, pity, pityr she said, Yes, did
pity her, for knew the sort of future she
might expect with Lorimer. | knew, from
the cursed look of fvenomous jealousy which
overspreed his yellow greasy face when he
saw the terms on which was with the
whole family in the drawing-roo how
he would watch her footsteps and dog her
doings; how there was no trust III the man
love.
mo use to think of that now They
were married, and Neville fully attained
his object of freeing his estates from the
descendants of Israel. About the same
time went on a long yachting cruse up
the Mediterranean, and then IN and about
the coast of Palestine. Thought of Sibyl2
Yes, poor child, often enough, But what
good could that do? l met some men al
Corfu, who told me that Mrs. Lorimer did
not GO ont great deal in town, that Lori
mer seemed to keep her in to an absurd
extent, and that they were now staying at
a villa which Lorimer had bongbt on the
Adriatic side of the. Italian coast. As l
say, was beating about with no particular
object inview, and il was accident as much
as anything else which Induced me to sail
the yacht in that direction on her home
ward trip. As luck would have 1t, we had
scarcely got farther then the Calabrain
coast when heavy storm compelled Us to
put in. A glorious spot, and a perfect nat
ural harbor. The high cliffs, blooming
with citr.n and orange trees, surmounted
by lonely looking house. l asked its
name: The villa OF the English signol
Lorimer.'
"'Kismet once more, I whispered te
myself had not been an hour on land
when met Lorimer. His manner towards
me was entirely changed, No trace of sus'
picion or reserve; his air was that of gen.
vi ne hearty hospitality. / must come tc
his villa at once; they were quite alone,
and Mrs. Lcrimer would be delighted t.
see me. Well, 1 went; nor do / know
whether / ought to be glad or sorry tina
did.
Poor child how she trembled when sh'
saw mel how her hand shook how in
plnring vas the glance OF her eye, as /
praying me to save he- trom-what, o
whom? / would stay .or at least one o.
two days, would i not2 That she said whel
luil lCll llC AOO4l. nOlAOCa Tia
in spite of his effusion Of manner toward
me, she scarcely dared look at me when b.
was there. The evening explained hi
change of demeanor. the brute had taker
to brandy. That night 1 could not sleep
or if 1T times I went off into an uneasy and
fitful slumber. fancied could hear tn
sound of moaning. which disturbed me
and would, were L other man than / am
have almost terrified me.
"Weli, the next day Lorimer had to loo
at some horses at a distance, and Sybi
walked out into the grounds with me-
There was kind of arbor in one porto
of them, almost overhanging a sheer preci
pice of several hundred feet, lonely plac
enough. Beyond and below was the ses
and little out in the offing was the yachi
Great Heaven, how altered the child wal
All the brightness in her eyes had gon
! out, and could see as looked at ther
that they were red and heavy with recer
} tears. But saw more. The breeze BILE
back portion of her light sleeve, and ther
across her arm. was lrvid blue mark as {
blow with whip. She saw that ha
noticed it, and the tears came.
Arthur, if there is one moment in m
life which have wished to live over agair
! it is that. She told me everything. An
now,' she said, that he has taken to bral
dy, sometimes think in fits of mad jea
ousy he will kill me. / am sure he would
if he saw me here While she was speal
ing, the child cast glance of feveris
i longing upon the Sea Fan. my yacht, in IL
distance. / knew what it meant-kne
} that but word was wanted from me-
. Great Godi what was to do?" and loe
{ of unutterable anguish came over Gu
Gervayse's face, s.Had / said that wor
: it would have ruined her; yet would no
give worlds to have said it. % Guy Ge
vayse, she cried piteously, who will he
! me? And her head dropped upon N
{ shoulder.
8 There was step at this moment on Il
e pathway. 1t was Lorimer. SO 1 ha
g found you, madam that was all he sal
but the look of fiendish hate and he gla
e of jealous rage which came ever his bloa
g ed countenance, shall not forget.
Something impelled me not to lea
. the villa Frontigno that evening At mig
/ Lorimer resumed his former good-hum
! towards me. and finally drank so deep
that his senses were overpowered. We
9 the fellow went to bed. and to my ROOF
. l had not been there dozen minutes VIII
there was alight tap at my door. 1t "
; Sibyl. There she stood. with those lol
o golden tresses floating down over the 70
Z of spotless white. Guy, she said, i ha
n stolen away for a minute-he sleeps
i heavily now-to impiore you to leave he
: tomorrow. He will kill me if you sts
but, o Guy, could you not be near me?
don't 90 far took her poor cold hand
. mine. and kissed it helplessly; and th
7 she left me. tft ttfft - Az
8 ssWhat was to dc? How often hav,
n cursed myself for all that did, and for
. that 1 did notl Well, / determined
o leaving, and cruising about the immedia
4 ly contiguous coast. And now come
the close of my story-and my dream. A
> Arthur, that dream! ~ -
"We were ten or fifteen miles from
7 villa Frontieno, and / was asleep in I
. cabin. But saw-it makes my blood r
= cold to think of it-as plainly as my ey
= could see. Sibyl. not standing before n
but PROSTATE, her golden locks stream
over the same white robe in which she
!, last met my eyes, and the red blood oozi
u u from q gash-across those fair features.
u u could see it as clearly as see you now
= Yes, prostrated indeed lay the body;
there mounted from IL fierce cry for VI
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