The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1872-10-17

Il will see your mother to.morroW.' he
said at parting, I will come carly tO'
half-hour with your first
Good night she answered. and passtd
in without the pretersc Of a lovers caress,
There was light in her mothers room,
but Coral shut herself in her own apart
ment with fierce determination that this
night should witness the burial OF the QUO
dear hope which had glori6ed her other.
wise mono,onnus life. Tho morning
light, glimmerug grayly through the case
ment, dcGaed her figure dropping and de-
jccted. her eyes heavy.laed and dark.
but with an enduring resolve fixed un-
wavering there,
She went down to tho quiet, shabby
rooms where, until now, she bnd known
only happy hours, sud waited wcarily for
Ballicr's coming
There came quick spriugy tread in
the little passageway, and the door hew
opep.ander more impatient hand than
that Of her accepted suilor. A young
man stood within tho room, tho same Bali
li'r had seen with her that first 'lAy IN tho
park.
Coral. my own at last! Come .omo.
dAilingy'
She shruuk away with a terrific look.
AT last Coral You are not brighten.
ed now by happy 6nis to all our troubles.
pe,y Dear trials wero they not slnca We
loved so truly tlr0ueh ull' Aud nov.
dear one, nothing shall take me from you
again
She dropped upon chair, mud put out
her hands with dcprccutiug motion when
he would have come nearer.
"Too laler she walled. Too late. for.
ever"
"Wbat is it, Coml?" IIc stopped. the
triumph and radiant expectation OF ms
countcnaoce changing to an expression Of
panied wonder.
"Why did you not come bcforo'' 'ho
cried. moaningly 81 waited to the very
last moment, and then how could act
differently? Dcsplse me il you will. Ora.
ham; have promised another mau-l'al'
lier. W. s 49i 9i1i f,
"Coral.' There was o world Of re.
proach 10 Lis.ouel apd;; 8; syIssx Is y! ap
aDtessn ~ ,c.l:ys ,b;',' I;'''s.s
III is plainly my duty, Graham =
Mother is dying hore, and he may save
her by tho care his wealth will procure,
for her sake I must abide by my promise
I waited to the very last but you did not
come"
"Tbe nun who cnstrnnged me from my
father lay dying lie rcpented at the
last, and confessed to the crime which
he had sadlled upon my shoulders; it vaS
his wish to sce us united again by The old
bond of confidence and love. l waited
with him until my father came; We are ro-
concilci, und he Is prepared to Welcome
you as daughter to bis home. Oh,
Carol" E
mot word to influence me from my
duty, Graham. Oh. loyc' it is hard, but
we can only submit
The two young brave hearts we're W'ung
to their cores. I!c would not utter the
words which would make her task so much
harder; he knew she would not swarve
from the straight line Of duty she had
marked out
Farewell, Coral" He gathered her
.s
trembling form into his arms, imprin''ns
a kiss upou her forehead "F'or the last
time, pei"
lie turned, and Coral uttered a gaspng
cry, for in the doorway stood Ballier. iio
had heard and seen all, and generous
mpulse-let US hope it may weigh against
some Of bis faults led him to give her up
frankly as better man might have done.
go to him, Coral, aud be happier than
you could with me"
III would not listen to their grateful
thanks, bu, FASTENED from the sight Of the
ioy which was bitterness to him.
And at last accounts, Graham Cols, and
Cora!-his wife-and her mother were 80
joulning in Italy.
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