The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1875-07-29

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lark cloak over my shoulders, and went
mt. He heard the door open, and
,lidcd into the shadow again.
"What do you want ?" | asked, icily.
: Why are you hereY | told you never
o approach me again"
"Yes, but you were angry then. fou
nave had time TO think more kindly Of
me since, and ] came TO tell You that
Cora IL dead. She died last night, aud
with her dying lips she forgave me
whatever wrong / have done her.
was with her and caught her last breath
n she could forgive me, surely you
! know that l did her a great
wrong, but ! repent OF it, and she has
forgiven me, will You do the same, and
come 10 me-"
He took a step toward me, but re-,
treated. 81 have nothing TO forgive
I answered, coldly. eft she whom
you SO wronged has forgiven yon, wei,
and good. ] owe you 10 III will, Dnt
10 not love or respect you now, ana
never can
"Rose I" he cried, lyon are cruel
on, come to me, and fly before it is too
late"
"IIush I" / said, sternly. Gan that
wild folly is past, and forever. shan
be the wife Of Rollin Weatherbee next
week at this time, aud far from mere.
The wife Of the only man ! ever loved
Tint mad fancy ! conceived from y0n
died as suddenly as it spranR to HE,
md never can live again. Go away
now and leave me, Goodnight ana
good by"
sped back into the house, and
locked the door behind me, leaving
him alone il the darkness, | found
mamma had fallen 10 sleep in her char
nv the stove, mud was relieved that ]
would thus be spared answering hcf
questions,
The wind blew colder and harsher
across the mo0rlauds. A dreary ram
bogau 10 tall. and the night settled
down, desoIutc and lonely. Meride'll
House was opprcssivcIy quiet, and my
heart wa full Of sad ~lorrbodInB7' Wlat
the dreadful autumnnI storms should
on Just after RDll II embarked 'or
Ayyud0lc WHAT if the ship went
down in the waters Of the lake, ami he
never came to me? WOuld it not be n
lust punishment fOr my Wild follyf
Had | not been untrue to him III
thought, and almost broken my VOWS,
and fed with another, and that other
abase-hcarted, unprlnclpleh Vlllaih'
Had | not lot his kisses fall on ny
Iips, and listened to his words OF love?
ON ] wac ashamed-asbamed; and /
bid my face in my hands praying Coo
to forgive me, and send Roilln to me IN
The days TINT followed were damp
md chill. with mist and wet east winds.
But the dreaded storm did not come on.
Elch night | went to rest with II heart
full Of anxious fear each morning j
lrose thankful to find only wet winds
md sombre clouds. Thurpday morning
came, gray, cold, chill, like the ones
that had preceded it. Thursday night
the ship Corn Bell was expected, and ny
that ship Rollin Weathcrbee would
come TO me.
was restless and uneasy all the long
day. No giimmer Of sunshine lighted
the dull, gray skies. A damp must iell,
ana She cold cnst wind blew over the
moor. BY night ] was almost hySterl'
cal, aud my heart was like lead IN my
breast "a wan faced BRIDE yell be, If
yo dinna brighten up "A hit." Ilarwood
suid to me, and | did not Wonder aS
caught sight of my dead white face IN
the mirror,
The evening came On dark and desc
late. No noon, no stars. only II gtay
sky. varied here and there with dense
black clubs. I could not stay in the
house. II seemed like II prison to me,
md, seizinG II cloak, threw the hood
,ver my head, tho cape over my
.houlders, and walked down the av"nue,
nd leaning ON the stone pillars OF the
rate, looked out toward the lake.
uddon!y something caught my eye; it
n bright light, high up in the ar;
A light house, of course" | said
lentally, "but why have | never seen
before? That is not tue Light house
nat directs ships to Avondale landing,
n the landing is exactly opposite
lerideth HOUSE,. nave 70 the light
light after night from my chamber
,indow." I turned my eyes in the
ERECTION of the landing. 1t was dark
IL pitch. But off 20 the left, full half .
nile, shone that brilliant light. Sud
ienly u u ought struck me. "My God,
it is the light house on the rocks !" |
cried, and my heart seemed to stand
still. remembered that | had been
out there once in my bont. An old
fisherman sitting on the rocks, and
dropping his line in the water, had
answered my queries concerning the
lighthouse. at il where the red light
is hoistcd Of n very stormy night he
said. "Not often used, miss, for the
M AvOndale Ruides the ships
safely to The landing. But this is
lighted sometimes to show where the
lies, if the night is DER danger
His words ali came back to me now
With a dreadful distinctness. The light
,ecmed to bnrn into my very eye-balls
the light that shown clear and bright,
not the red signal of danger-high up
,n the crnel rocks. Quick as lightning
t all flashed through my mind. Some
me had lighted the lamp to wreck the
Jora Bell upon the rocks. Who could
hat some one be but Breeze Rogers !
He knew Rollin Weutherbee was com
ug to me on that ship, and he was
lend enough to wreck II hundred lives
'or the sake of killing one mau. What
,ould be done-hoR could the danger
De averted? Without eve a glance
pack at the house, | opened the gate
md sped toward the lake, / knew eyery
nch of the ground.
On | went till | reached the hut of n
fisherman. / gave a loud knock at the
loor, then burst it open without waiting
he hidden. A stall gart man and his
sat over the CRATE. Both started to
heir feet at the sight of my deathly
acc and staring eyes. Why. Miss
pse-but-' stopped them.
"For Gods sake" | cried, Come
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