The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1873-02-27

dale, achO you were, until L came
home and-Hugh told me-" s
'rNo doubt he told you also that il
was. your duty to hate the son of your
fathers murderer"
This was SO true that she could not
DENY it, therefore she said nothing.
'Tell me, Margaret, said Tyrrell,
bending forward, afias he made you
hate me? You dis not use to do it,
1 know; for I do not think there was
ever sweeter on brighter thing on
earth than your face when I saw it
last. But how can I tell what five
years have done?'
'fFive years have not taught me to
hate you, Mr. Tyrrs," she said, turn
ing and looking at him with her soft
brown eyes. "Buts and her voice
had ring of decision in it which he
knew well how to interpret-"they
have not taught ma either to forget
that 1 am Albert CharchiIl' s daughter. ="
"And Hugh Chsrchill's sister" he
said, little bitterly
81 know what you mean," she an
swered, coloring shut you are mis-
taken. Hugh has lever succeeded in
influencing me to Is opinions. He
would gladly make ne hate you as
pardon me that I must confess it-as
he does; but I hope you viii believe
me when I say thai e has never done
so. Even if I di4not forgive your
father-and God kagws that I dol
L could not be so unjust as to hold
you accountable sfsr his crime. Z
could not, Mr.. TyrrsilF she repeated,
almost passionately
81 believe you" be said. 81 be-
lieve you and thank1ou. But for the
rest-O Margaretlfor the rest! Am
I alone, of all men, TO have no oppor-
tunity or hope to wiz you because my
name is Tyrrell? ?"
''You must feel aswell as T do that
there is gulf between us that moth
ing can bridge" she answered, grave
| ly. ''It is hopeless'to talk of such
thing, Mr.. Tyrrell- worse than hope
less, indeed. 1t seems Like an insult
to the. dead I am sorry-oh, what
weak word that ISL am far, far
more than sorry that it should have
fallen to my lot to give you pain, but
the truth must be faced; if you and I
lived forever, we could never be more
to each other than we are now
'Never, Margaret?s
''Never." ssile-asa saa ,.ssa r.
She did not speak bitterly or yehe-
mentiy; on the contrary, she spoke
with great sadness and infinite gen
tleness, but TyrreH felt to the very
centre of his soul that Hugh's fiery
hatred was more likely to turn into
love than this decision of his sister to
be moved or shaken. The young en-
gineer had been right when he said,
in his impetuous pride, "On q point
of honor we Churchills always think
alike, and even he might have been
satisfied that Margaret remembered
as deeply as himself their black and
bloody debt to Henry Tyrrell.
After her last words there was 81
1ence In the room. The wind howled,
the rain fell, the river roared without.
There were many desolate and aching
hearts in Ridgeford that night; many
who had seen fortune, and not
few who had seen friends and rela-
tons, go down in the merciless flood;
but none were more desolate, none
ached with a more dreary sense of
hopeless loss, than his who sat by that
sparkling fire, with Margaret Church
ills fair face opposite him.
After a while, seeing that the night
was wearing on, she asked anxiously
if there was no possible hope for her
to get home. He answered by bid
ding her come to window and draw
ing back the blind.
"Shade your eyes and look out, he
said. '"Then tell me what you see. :"
She obeyed-that is, she obeyed in
part. She shaded her eyes, and
strove, with her gaze, to pierce the
darkness of the murky and tempestu
Gus night beyond, but in vain. Only
the rain dashing against the window
panes, only the blast that seemed as
if it might Lift the roof from the cot
tage, told her what was raging with
out. She looked round at him in
blank dismay.
''Is there no hope, then?" she said.
20 Mr. TyrreD, must I stay here all
night?"
''I am afraid you must" he answer
ed, gravely, closing the blind again.
cat least I know that if you and 1
ventured out in this storm, we should
not be likely ever to be heard of again.
Forgive me for bringing you here" he
went on, as he saw the distress on her
face 'I could not think of any thing
else to do 1t was very stupid, very
thoughtless, ofme not to remember" :"
/ But she interrupted him here by
holding out her hand.
Forgive me for seeming migrate
full for such a kind shelter" she said
"You know, or you ought to know,
that you did the best possible thing
for me-the only thing, indeed OF
course it is awkward laughing
slightly-"but you and 1 are old
enough and sensible enough to disre-
gard that. If was only sure that
Hugh was not wretched about me !"
"May he not think that, being