The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1871-03-23

vain or have read Alright that elo-
quent face? Tell me z"
They were without the outskirts of the
village, with not single soul in sight,
and the handsome, impulsive German
lover had lifted her blushing face to his,
and deliberately kissed her lips.
"I need no verbal answer when those
eyes meet mine. Gussie, / kn0w you
love me, and knowing that, am going
to ask you TO marry me, and go back to
New York tomorrow with me-"
She uttered little cry; it was so sud-
den, so-strange.
"Do terrify you with my precipi-
tateness, my timid birding? Think of
it think of how we love each other.
Remember that am not poor man, to
see you struggle along as best you may,
but that am able to give you all the
good things of this world. We will go
to the parish rector and be married (;
you can return to your aunt's I to my
hotel, and no one be the wiser. To-
morrow will take you to your father,
and the next day we will start on our
wedding-tour to my loved Germany,
where we will be so happy, my Gussie y
His fervid tones, his mesmeric eyes,
had a strange, not uncomfortable intiu-
ence over the girl; and she began to
wonder if she had not better consent.
she loved him, and what matter was it
if she was his wife sooner than she had
anticipated.
And Rembrandt took her hesitancy
for a half-consent, as it indeed was.
"My darling will come with me? We
still have the time; let us return, and
go to the rector's."
Gussie knew her whole heart was
filled with a strange tremor of mingled
terror and love; sensation that fasci-
mated her, so new, so curious it was.
And with this odd feeling, this soft,
winning voice in her ears, and Karl
Rembrandt's dark eyes looking into her
own, Gussie Averill went deliberately
on to her fate. AT the silent hour of
the cleaning, she and her husband
parted at Aunt Rachel's gate.
And when she handed the old lady
the tiny parcel, she said:
"This cool, frosty afternoons walk has
done you good, Gussie Averill. Your
cheeks are like blush roses, and your
eyes like stars"
The tea-things were all removed from
the warm, bright dining-room, and Aunt
Rachel came in from the kitchen, with
her big white ap. on tied about her portly
figure, to hand Gussie letter.
"It came in one to me from your
father. He tells you, l suppose-at
least, he does me-that he wants you to
return tomorrow. There has been a
serious burglary at the house all the
silver and your poor mothers diamonds.
1 suppose he wants you to see to replac-
ing them, or else attend to the house
while he goes after the thief"
Gussie tore the letter open, and list
lessly read it through; then leaned her
head against the old-fashioned chimney
corner.
al have only one parting favor to
ask, Gussie. Will you grant it 7"
She nodded yes, for, somehow, she
felt an unspeakable weariness of spirit,
not the sensation loving bride should
experience.
"I took the liberty of inviting Harry
Livingston over to spend the evening.
You don't care-youll see him Z"
Why should she care-she, Mrs. Karl
Rembrandt? and an amused little smile
played over her lips. Would she see
him? OF course There was a mali
cious pleasure in knowing he never could
win her now.
So, an hour later, he came, with his
joyous, manly presence, that somehow
never struck Gussie so forcibly as that
night.
Suddenly rapid knocking disturbed
the little group, and Gussie's father
came in.
He was pale, and a little out of breath,
and took the chair Harry offered him.
We've tracked him to Ashton,
Rachel, and the police have him now."
"The burglar I am glad. Who is
he ?"
Aunt Rachel asked the question, little
thinking what the answer would be.
al don't know. His last alias is Rem
brandt, Karl Rem"
A loud scream from Gussie, and then
she tainted in her fathers arms.
1t was when the earliest spring flowers
were blooming that Gussie awoke from
the illness that dragged her down to the
Rivers brink; and then she learned all
the story. How her husband-she
shivered when Harry Livingston's kind
ly voice spoke it-had boasted he had
married the daughter of the man he had
robbed how, when arrested, he had de-
iberately shot himself rather than be a
prisoner. How that Mr.. Averill and
Aunt Rachel loved her as ever, and how
he. Harry, loved her more than ever, and
wanted to take her to Ashdale, to be his
bride. And in after years, when Gussie
Livingston counted three daughters of
her own, she used to warn them against
the sin that well-nigh wrecked her
whole life.
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