The St. Cloud journal., 1871-05-11


stand there, Seth Wilson, like q stuck !
pig. Now, then, move on. Forward,
march Ito the tune i
"come, haste to tho weddins:'" :
CHAPTER *:o1
Nancy Tyler, following her oonduo-
tors directions, ooened the, door softly,
and seated herself sunobseryed in tho
farthest corner Of. the dark hall, From
the oren door Of the parlor came : ean-
fused sound of voices, and she. heard
the :patscr Of footsteps overhead.
"Dear! dear l have come at . wrong
time. she thought, "for they have .
house full of, company"
Then there was rustic Of silk, and
. pretty girl, With . wreath Of white
flowers On hvr head, came tripping down
stars. tai She paused at the. toot-s door
opened aud s~artly dressed man, with
black eyes .oa crisp, curly hair, came
fo1 1~ard, and giving her his arm the two
entered theparlor. =
+ a scream shrill and piercing rseound-
ed through the house, aud Nancy, T.
tlet, ID het black g,rmea.s, her ~idow's >
|:veil streaming behind her u : Tho faa, i,
rushed sitter them: :asd threw :herself io-s
70 the i1iaa's srms:; q. a::>.., Vt ws:s J..
"oh, Thon.sl Oh; my der, dear
husband! they told meyou w.s dead ~
The eh.uge in his 'tsoe FROM smiliog
Eself:oomplaeeooy to astonnhmeo.' and
deathly pallor was q sight 70 behold:
He struggled to reIesse himself.i sud
pushed her rudely from him. but sssm.
ed for q moment to have lost the power
Of speeoh.
"Thomas Thomas! don't you know
me ?" she cried in pitifal tones. "It's.
your own Nancy-your loving wife,.
come all the way from Sim.bury to find
,ou." u. g." - ',.:"~: d.: ::::,.a:m
Upon this he found his tongue.
"What do you mean, swom.pH be
cried, augryly. you are no ~ies ef
mine.. ltls d tr'ek, good psopls- .
rascally trick. She's: some se.s1 sssseh
escaped from ,oe', the ..glu@. I tel yaa
shes stssk mad. a. !sasis 2aa a1e p9t
going 70 bellis7e !ys hes2 .5 A. ii. apse..s,1
living in.n, %. i, J. neRet Il E ~ syss:eaT ~
woman before :to:day."' ',o1 ,,v:, ;.n.
"swear stronger, Tom Tyler" said i.
mocking voico, "for we've got your
tombstone and your widow to prove you
stone dead"
The man turned his 6srce eyes, to
see his rival standing composedly be-
fore him, supporting with one hand 4
slab Of marble, upon which vas in
scribed in characters large enough to be
read half across the room
"IN MEMORY
THOMAS TYLER,
,oho departed this life Ang. 9, 18-."
Even Samuel Dale was satisfied with
the horror and ab)eot f>ar pictured in
bis face at this unexpected sight.
''ln Gods name, Sammy, what doe.
this mean p said Farmer Barclay
The young man rested his burden
against the table, and took Nancy Ty.
ler's letter from his pocket. ::.~'' .
7"Read that, Father Barclay he said.
stBe patient, neighbors. Wen have
this matter Strengthened out in . mo,
ment. Susie, poor girl! it comes hard
lou you now, but you'll thank me by.,d
BY" ~,. =, <@:-': = ...-,~7
/ With a great effort, Thomas Tyler
recovered his self-assurance. -~~a =.
"" "Good people," said he, "don't be.
lieve word he ssys. f1ts = vile con-
spirsey he's eonsootsd to rob me ofsnyi
good n.ne. Everybody knows hs w.at-
edeto 'n.rry the gil himself, and" !
t7] Shut up" :ssid est6snuel Dals.
|"Dsad folks doe't talk ;ssad II EVER .
man; ~.s dsta5 'ssd damned: above
ground, i.'s ~; Tom Tylsr.'' Il
I-Meanvhile, Farmer Barslsy= NJ
.lesdisg theslettsr. { n
"Why, what's this I" be said. "'Disd
at ny.shopse iioeeriue: disesss-bpr: r.
led by the town : and if here .io't nv
name to it! samug, Sammy, what dos
T. mean e z 900. .O00.L|
ut means just this. sir, The villain
that's been eoartiog' YOUR daughter Ill
summer left an honest wife and ,hres'
children, counting the living and dad J,
back 10 Coapeeticst; sssa Sbeo.usss be
couldn't we'll marry the nav wife till
he'd disposed Of hilmself e. the old, hs'
writes to her that. he's dead and buried !;
and With! !'hb dsyiRG wit tekes your
handwriting, that if she shows the lst. 8
ter it may seem the genuine thing. But
;cene~ tow.thhpessisa1 taSeai over;
reaches himself for when he thought >
by calling himself : g. p.upsr, ~ 70 keep
the Wifs; from. ever following 8s hinssup,7
hoses On bel soft woman'thsatt to,thss
.esz.na that's brought about Ills Own
destruction; and he dug his so13nn grsya,
aud carved his ovn:tombstone when he,
wrote that letter. s<.s ,24 e2ns v1 8
-, Farmer. Barclays face was, purple
with rage "The scoundrcl r. heRciied
-"'be black, dastardly, double. faced,
ulde,-handed-Wby, where is he r
Where, indeed !? Thomas: Tyler had
suddenly disappeared. Whether he:
had. sIunk behind the crowd Of guests
gathering scloae about the speaker, and: