Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1875-07-23

strange glow shoot through my heart. I
thoroughly despised this man, yet he had
a power over me STILL At length | arose
and moved away from the window. A
second later something struck the glass
with a sharp click.
"What was that?" asked mamma.
1.-THE wind hurled something against
the window-pane, : answered. A mo-
ment later and it was repeated. Why, it
sounds like something thrown against the
glass; mamma said. "Tell Harwood to
see what It's, Rose.''
/ got up and went out of the room. /
knew it was useless to resist Breeze
Rogers summons longer. | must go and
see what he wanted. threw dark cloak
over my shoulders and went out. He
heard the door open, and glided into the
shadows again.
what do you want?" I asked, icily.
Why are you here? told you never to
approach me again.
Eyes, but you were angry then. You
have had time to think more kindly of me
since, and came to tell you that Cora is
dead. She died last night, and with her
dying lips she forgave me whatever wrong
| have done her. | was with her and
caught her last breath. If she could for
give me, surely you ought. | know that
did her great wrong, but repent of it
and she has forgiven me; will not you do
the same and come to me?''
He took step toward me, but ! retreat
ed. I" have nothing to forgive" | an
swered, coldly. If she whom you so
wronged has forgiven you, well and good.
[ owe you no ill-will, but do not love
or respect you now, and never can"
"Roser he cried, "you are cruel! Oh,
come to me and fly before it is too late. -
"Hush!' l said, sternly. All that
wild folly is past, and forever. shall be
the wife of Rollin Weatherbee next week
at this time, and far from here the wife
of the only man ever loved. That mad
fancy conceived for you died as sud-
denly as it sprang to life, and can never
live again. Go away now and leave me-
Goodnight and good-by."
sped back into the house and locked
the door behind me, leaving him alone in
the darkness. found mamma had fallen
to sleep in her chair by the stove and was
relieved that I would thus be spared
answering any questions.
The wind blew colder and harsher
across the moorlands. A dreary rain be-
gan to fall, and the night settled down
desolate and lonely. Merideth House
was oppressively quiet and my heart was
full of sad forebodings. What if the
dreadful autumnal storms should come on
Just after Rollin embarked for Avondale :?
What if his ship went down in the waters
of the lake and he never came to me-?
Would it not be a just punishment for my
wild folly? Had not been untrue to him
in thought, and almost broken my vows
and fled with another, and that other a
base-hearted, unprincipled villain? Had
| not let his kisses fall ON my lips and
listened to his words of love? Oh! | was
shamed--ashamed and hid my face in
my hands, praying God to forgive me and
send Rollin to me in safety.
The DAYS that followed were damp and
chill, with mist and wet east winds. But
the dreaded storm did not come on. Each
night went to rest with heart full of
anxious fear; each morning | arose. thank
full to find only wet winds and somber
skies. Thursday morning came, gray,
cold, chilly, like the ones that had pre-
ceded it. Thursday night the ship Cora
Bell was expected, and by that ship Rollin
Weatherbee would come to me.
was restless and uneasy all the long
day. No glimmer of sunshine lighted the
dull, gray skies A damp mist fell, and
the cold east wind blew over the moor.
By night was almost hysterical, and my
heart was like lead in my breast. "A
wan-faced bride yen be if We dinna
brighten up Bit" HARDWOOD said to me,
and did not wonder as | caught sight of
my dead white face in the mirror
The evening came on dark and desolate.
No moon, no stars, only gray sky, va
ried here and there with dense, black
clouds. | could not stay in the house. 1t
seemed like prison to me, and Selling
cloak I threw the hood over my head, the
cape over my shoulders, and walked down
the avenue, and leaning on the stone pill
lars of the gate looked out toward the
lake. Suddenly something caught nay
eye; it was bri ght light high up in the
air A lighthouse, of course" l said
mentally, I" but why have never seen it
before? That is not the lighthouse that
directs ships to Avondale landing, for the
landing is exactly opposite Merideth
House. I have seen the light night after
night from my chamber window" L
turned my eyes in the direction OF the
landing 1t was dark as pitch. But to
the left, full half a mile, shone that brill
liant light Suddenly thought struck
me. my God, it is the lighthouse on
the rocks!" I cried, and my heart seemed
to stand still I remembered that | had
been out there once in my boat. An old
fisherman, sitting on the rocks and drop
ping his line in the water, had answered
my queries concerning the lighthouse.
/" 1t is where the red light is hoisted of
very stormy night he said. Not often
used, miss, for the beacon at Avondale
guides the ships safe to the landing. But
this is lighted sometimes to show where
the danger lies if the night is DER danger
ous.'
His words all came back to me now with
dreadful distinctness. The light seemed
to burn into my very eye-balls-the light
that shone clear and white-not the red
signal of danger-high up on the cruel
rocks. Quick as lightning it all flashed
through my mind. Some one had lighted
the lamp to wreck the Cora Bell upon the
rocks. Who could that some one be but
Breeze Rogers! He knew Rollin Weather,
bee was coming to me on that ship, ana
he was fiend enough TO wreck hundred
lives for the sake of killing one man.
What could be done ?-how could the
danger be averted? Without even
glance back to the house opened the gate
and sped toward the lake. hho" ofoiy
inch of the ground.
On went till reached the hut of a
fisherman. I gave loud knock at the
door, then burst it open without waiting
to be hidden. A stalwart man and his
burly son sat over the CRATE. Both started
to their feet at the sight of my deathly
face and staring eyes. Why, Miss
Rose-but-"
| stopped them.
For Gods sake" I cried, "come with
mel The beacon at Avondale landing has
not been lighted, and the house on the
rocks is burning white light, and the
Cara Dill I'LL Il O ,.-raok unless some