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terror qzia; Snged to anger after the first
burst. HOY dhesn Of Arthur to do thing like

terror q1icf,,y Snged to anger after the first
burst. Hoy aAesn Of Arthur to do thing like
that. / nevtf thotght him capable of revenge
Ah what is tbs, letter, too?" as her eyes
caught sight q fdded piece Of paper at the
bottom Of the box Eve will see what he has to
say" Hastily unfolding the note she read:
III JUNE Oath, 10 P. M.
"This will be my laAt night upon earth, and
it is by your cruelty, Stella Denton, that l am
going before my Maker unprepared. Do not
tear the result2 Nol worshipped an image
made Of earth and now must abide by the re-
suit. told you upon that night when you
stood before me and spoke the words which
killed my soul, that upon your marriage day,
aye, at the very hour when you should be
sweeping in triunph from the ALTA, exulting
in the wealth you had gained, that would lie
before you deadened thing. To accomplish
my object have procured subtle pc son, SO fa-
tai and instantaneous in its effects t.at it is no
sooner swallowed than life is extinct. at twelve
TO- morrow you Will look upon the wreck of q
man and can contemplate at your leisure the
ruin you have Wrought Farewell
ARTHUR LAKE"
"Pshaw! He will not dare to do such a thing"
she exclaimed. "Ths is only M cant to fri g ghten
me and l will take no furthur account of it,
Arthur must have changed greatly of late to be
ding preparationsy endeavoring to drown the
remembranre of the terrible import of this let
ter by keeping her hands busy.
-e:t. cocl s..scc Z a "a a
Stella Dsntas 90 before the altar. The min
lister had f;rissed his priestly hands on high and
pronounced the words "whom God hath Joined
together let no man put asund err" (whata Bit
ter mockery it seemed to echo in the soul of the
new made brlde,) and she turned half fainting
leaning heavily upon the arm of her husband :,
and slowly advanced down the aisle.
Scarce half the distance had been traversed
when man darted from behind one of the
large pillars at the side and confronted the
pair. A maniacal light shone in his eyes and
he raised both hands aloft with threatening z
gesture. "Stella Denton" he shrieked, "be-
hold your work. You have just now sworn to
base lie and taken from me all that would
have made life sweet. Farewell forever" and
ne quickly passed to his mouth vial contain
ing dark liquid, and draining it to the dregs
dropped qulvering mass upon the floor.
piercing, agonzing scream echoed through
the vaulted archways of that stately church,
and Stella Fenwick wrested her arm free from
that of her husband and threw herself upon
the body of her lover in deathly swoon.
Tenderly they raised her up and applied res
toratives, but Tor long time without result.
AT length she opened her eyes and gazed
around her vacantly. Then glancing down at
the inanimate form of her lover she spoke sad !.
ly, sweetly: "POor, dear Arthur, we are both
dead now, and am SO happy. You are all mine
to love now, Arthur. You will never leave me
here" and as her distressed husband endeavor-
ed to draw her away, she gazed at him stonily
and put him aside. "No! no cannot go with
you, Arthur wants me. Don't you hear him
calling me. He loved me SO well, and III never
leave him any more. was going to marry some
one for the wealth he would give me, but that is
all past. Oh! what hideous dream that was.
But | am happy now-nothing can part u.s.
The bride of scarce an hour was raving ma
MAC.
\
In the asylum at H the visitor can see
confined beautiful woman-beautiful even
though the light of sanity shows not in her
eyes. The physicians have long since pro-
nounced her incurable, although at first glance
an ordinary observer would detect nothing un
usual. 1t is only when she opens her mouth
to speak that the fearful truth is apparent. At
times she is violent and then her shrieks of 81
sold my soul for gold, sold my soul for gold,"
resound with awful dstnctness. Uniformly,
however, she is mild and gentle, and when one
in passing shows her some attention she will
advance and take his hand and say in sad, low
tones, "How came you here, are you dead, too?
So are Arthur and dead. We died loving each
other, oh so well. Dear Arthur, he will never
leave me now, he is with me always. This is
he,' addressing an imaginary object by her
side; "see, is he not worthy of a woman's love.
Dear, dear Arthur"
Gentle reader, has this story moral? If so,
ere you draw the curtain, pause and contem-
plate it.