The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-07-21

"Sister-my sister " moaned the girl,
"I have no sister-take me away, Mr..
James, take me away"
Shs chung to him as if she would have
forced him from the chamber, shrouding
her face in her hands to shut out the OBJ
jects before her gaze.
Catharine did not move through her
parted lips came the broken murmur,
"Nellie, little Nellie? ?"
"Who spoke my name P-whose voice is
thatP Mr.. James, speak, what does this
meanP''
|" 1t is I, Nellie, your sister, Catharine %
"Oh, no, no." she shrieked, with a ges-
ture of loathing; al had sister, but this
is not she-come away, Mr.. James, comeW
"You see, madam p said the tormentor,
"lost--ruined- -disgraced-eve this girl
casts you off forever"
"She does not, she will not I' cried
Catharine, reused to utterance by his mock
ing words. "Nellie, that man has de-
ceived you-leave him, come with me,
Nellie, come %
"And share her husbands love with
you," returned Mr. James, laughing
again.
"Listen to me, Nellie" for the girl had
retreated step by step as Catharine ap-
preached, flinging out her hands to keep
her aloof. "Nellie, remember your child
hood, remember my love William, speak
to her, contradict this SANDER"
He heard her voice-it would almost
have reused him from the insensibilty of
death.
"Nellie," he said, "little one, come
here-come close, this is Catharine, your
sister,"
"And the woman who has thrust her
self between your heart and that of your
wife," broke in Mr.. James.
"iou will not believe this, Nellie, you
do not-listen to me-oh, believe your
sister n'
"You are not my sister p' exclaimed
Nellie, rousing herself from that stupor of
horror 81 will never believe it-never
l am going now-Mr. Sears, l shall never
trouble you again-farewell."
"Come back, Nellie" pleaded William,
"that demon has done this 1t is your
sister-pure and good %
"Nellie looked in Mr.. James face with
her wild eyes.
"Contradct that" she said, with a
choking sob, though she had lost all power
to weep, "tell me that it is false"
"she is your sister, Nellie" he returned,
"come, leave her to her shame"
"My sister my sister ~
"He separated us, Nellie" moaned
Catharine, "he tore you from mel be-
lieved you dead and with our angel mother
in heaven"
{" Her own wickedness separated you,
Nellie" cried her guardian "her dying
husband cursed her erased her name from
his will.'
William Sears had struggled in vain for
many moments to rise, but those fiendish
words so maddened him that he sprang
from the bed and grasped the man in his
fevered hold, his long, thin fingers clutch
ing the throat of his opponent. Mr.. James
shook him off, for he was weak as a child,
and Catharine aided him back to the
couch. Mr.. James followed, bent over the
pillowand whispered in his ear.
William covered his face with moan Of
anguish, writhing upon the bed like a
wounded bird struggling beneath the fas-
cination of some deadly serpent.
" Wretch, you are killing him p' shriek-
ed Catharine, pushing him off. "Go-
leave us-you shall not torture him p
During that moment which seemed an
eternity, Nellie was crouching close to the
door, watching the scene with her frenzied
eyes, longing to fly, but without strength
to move from the spot.
"Come, Nellie" and Mr.. James returned
to her side, aiding her to rise. "You
have seen them both-husband and sister
Catharine Lennox, there is no escape this
time, your husbands weakness saved you
from disgrace before, but now will drag
your name through every tribunal in the
land, and make your infamy so public
that You dare not even walk the open
streets %
"Nellie |" she pleaded, not needing his
words, and striving TO make one lastappeal
that should move the creature for whom
she had endured so much 'Hin our moth
er's name hear me -
81 cannot--I dare not Let me go-let
me gow
"You shall listen-I am your sister, !
cared for you in your childish years