The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1873-08-15


Of the cause OF the pain depicted on
her sisters face.
AS the door softly closed, Marian
Jumped from her couch, and clinch'
inc her hands till che nailscut deep
into the soft flesh, cried out in her
agony: "Oh, | hate her, ! hate her.
Anything that comes between me
and the one ! love, | hate, and could
crush as crush these under my
feet!' and she madly trod on .
.ieweled necklace that had fallen TO
the floor.
"She shall not marry him! ! love
him; not with the weak and baby
ish love Of Grace, but the naughty,
fierce love OF Marian Csrrington!
Never will she marry him; I'll kiu
her first!'' and having spent part OF
her passion, she sank down, weep
ing passionately.
The sun was setting slowly,
throwing 0 golden tinge over the
waters Of the lake, wherein lily-pads
floated and pebblesgleamed through
the clear waters Near o marble
Sappho stood . dropping figure,
idly picking . red, velyety rose TO
pieces, throwing the petals upon the
water watching them listlessly float,
wherever the gentle breeze waited
them. "Alone, ma chere7'' said .
voice, and turning around Marian
beheld her idol, the object Of her
vain love.
eyes; alone, alone," she bitterly
said.
"How sad you are, Marian
may call you SO? Allow mo some
brotherly privileges, can'tyou9 Con-
gratulate me; oil have done so but
you, and this is what / have been
seeking you for"
Congratulate you," she slowly
answered, "yes, | congratulate you
upon the misery you have caused
don't speak, listen! You have won
my sisters love, but never shall she
wed you Oh, Marshall, You asked
her love, you got it--you askedDus
mine, but you havsit; not her weak,
childish affection; but the strong,
idolatrous love chat but such as !
can give. Love me''-
"Hush, Marian, you must, ! @yl
| am betFothed to Grace. | love
You as q sister, but otherwise it 10
toliy--madness. Iimplore yon, for.
get this mere fancy"
"Oh, hush, Marshall Leighton,
or you will drive me mad-you
must love me. Tell me you will
give her up."
"Nlsrisn, Marian, you are mad,
Give Grace up?--it is impossible.
| love her, and | shall marry her."
"Neyer," hissed Marian with q
terrible hate in her eyes. 81 say
you never shall; 50 bewaFe!" and
she turned and left him as the last
ray of the sun vanished behind the
hill.
81 must see her father and urge
the wedding, then forever leave this
terrible place." and he Immediately
sought Lord Darlington in bis libra
ry, and told him as delicstely as
possible the unhappy news. With
a startled look upon his face, Lord
Francis heard the story, and with
sorrow thought Of useless remedies.
"It shall be as you wish, my boy.
Marry her at once and leave Eng
land, until she out-grows this infat-
| uatioD.
"Thanks, my lord, and please say
nothing Of this to either, as 'twould
but cause pain"
"Right, my boy; | am deeply
pained. She has her mothers tenn
per, and If aroused would become
like one Of the lions found in her
native place. Those East Indian
women are demons in their love or
hate"
AT that moment . loud shrek
sounded through the corridors, and
rushing to the door, Lord Francis
and Marshall Leighton beheld .
group Of swe-str,cken iaces. An.
other shrek sounded, and with =
lightning-hke step Leighton dashed
up the staircase followed By Chr