The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-05-30
with scuda;ne clouds and rain and mourn.

with scudding clouds and rain, land mourn
full with the hoarse cry of the sea.
The prisoner was pacing up and down |
his cell, but he heard and recognized her
light step, and came forward to meet her
with glowing eyes and extended arms
For an instant both were silent, he read
ing the language of her tender, uphfted
face. Then he said passionately
You do believe in my innocence, Ber-
ry?'
Eyes. Luke, as truely as l believe In
Heaven"
You do not doubt me in spite of al
you have heard p
"No, 1 trust and believe in you be-
cause"
She paused, blushing and dropping
her shy brown eyes.
Because what, Berenice p
Because | love you so, Luke.
stHeaven bless you, little Berry," he
said brokenly; 'you don't know how
this comforts me. l believe | should
sink under this, only for your trust. Five
years won't last forever; I'm young and
strong, I'll live this down and assert my
innocence. I'll come back to you one
day, little Berry"
"I'll wait for you, Luke"
"Heven bless you; I know your love
L IL
good by. ,"
Good by, Luke !"
He kissed her again, and followed the
officers out into the rain. and the last
object his eyes rested upon, was the
shadow of her white face, looking after
him from the prison window.
| Five years made but little change al
Carrow Head. The fishermen ished ,anc
mended their nets, and lovers strollec
along the sea-sands in the summer moon
light, and little children hunted shells
just a. they did in days of yore. Thu
old rector still lived at the rectory, anf
Berenice lived with him. and performed
her household duties, and looked afte
the poor Of the parish, and was as swee
and winsome, and obliging, as if The
shadow of no great sorrow had even fallel
on her life.
But her father was growing old ant
feeble, and one evening toward the be
ginning of winter, Berenice called
physician. Lord St. Hildric hearing Q
his illness, came down to see him. Hi
lordship had been very kind to the Rel
freEs in all these years, and he was get
ting to be good steady man. He live
at the court now, and had abandoned al
his old associates and reckless life, an(
many long evening he spent at the rec
tory, talking and reading with the rector
and more than once he had offered Berr
a place in his handsome home, and in hi
heart. Of ali the grand and gay ladie
who smiled upon this handsome youn
lord, none charmed him save fair brown
eyed little Berry, and despite her lowl
origin, he was bent on making her hi
wife. But she steadily refused all hi
offers and opportunities.
Sitting by the fire that chill Novembe
afternoon, while the old rector slept, tn
Lord Of St. Hildric renewed his proposal
why will yon persist in refusing me
Berenice he said. land living thi
lonely and desolate life. when you nigh
be the Lady of St. Hildric Court Yo'
know how much [ love you, Berenice
will you come"
She shook her head.
why not, Bereuice p.
Because" she replied, glaneing GU
at the gathering Storm II must wait 70
him"
but he will never come, Berenice -
''Then [ shall wait forever!''
There was something so su blime in he
sad. white face, and In her quiet answe
that Lord st. Hildlic could find no word
to press his suit, and silence fell between
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Of old Janet
can ifyou'll please.sstep down to the
kitchen, Miss BereDice'' she said, drop
ing her courtesy to the young lord, "thert
is poor creature there that seems hal
wild, and dyin' besides, and she say.
she must see you.
| Berenice arose with strange thrill al
her heart-a prescience of some coming
good or evil. She followed Janet down
and found white faced. hullow-eyco
woman shivering before the kitchen fire
Don't you know me? ?" she began
extending her thin hand as Berenice ad
vanced, "look at my face. and see. No
you have forgotten me-my own mother
wouldn't know me now I am Bessie
Hartly, Luke Hartly's half sister-al
you remember me now was young
girl once fair and happy like yourself, ]
am ruined, heart-broken wanderer now
And tbs all his work, the Lord of St.
| Hildric's Cortland I shall curse him
with my last breath
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