Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1875-04-21
LOVES SACRIFICE.

Leaving Donovan's farm, he hasten
cd in the direction Of Spottswood. As
he strobe along, there was resolution
i'll his strong, earnest features, anC
never had they looked SO determined
as now.
He had gone a good three miles
when, while in shady brlule.path
he heard the approach of horseman
A moment later, and Timothy Con.
molly emerged from behind a clump
OF trees. As he approached, Edward
lloran, threw hilnselfin the path Of
the other in way which compelled
him to slacken his speed. AS he
came nearer, Edward gasped the bri
die ofhis horse in his strong, muscu-
lar, hand, and held it firmly.
What, Edward - exclaimed Con.
molly, with assumed carelessness. 'It
is an age since we have met! How
go affairs in your part of the coun
W?'
"I'imothy Connolly, responded the
other, disregarding the question, 81
was on my way to seek you, but this
meeting breaks my journey"
The jaunty equestrian rested in his
saddle, and asked, "What do you
want with me ?"
"To know from your own lips, y
said Edward, "whether it's true that
all is over between you and Ellen
Donovan ?
"What ?" laughed the questioned,
derisiyely ''are you in such haste to
leap into my shoes that you can not
wait to see e.
The callous Indifference of the re-
ply made Edwards blood rise high
within him, but with Il strong effort
he subdued his rage then said quiet
ly: "Timothy Connolly, | desire to
step in no mans shoes, much less into
yours. ! wish to know if the rumors
which have reached Riverside are
true, and to tell you that Ellen is dy-
ing--that you are killing her. came
to enlreat you, as man, to be true to
her, as she is to you. Reflect for a
moment,' he urged, vehemently, "what
it is to possess so pure, so real love
Think how there are those who would
willingly give the world could they
but win her for themselves. But her
heart is yours-yours wholly, Timothy
Connolly, and will you cast it away
from you ?"
"What do you mean ?" questioned
the other in apparent surprise.
81 mean that | have come to do
what their pride prevents them from
doing" proceeded Edward Horan
firmly. II come to tell you that Ell
len is dying for love of you; 10 beg
you to save her, by making her your
wife +; and furthermore, | say, Timothy
Connolly, if yoa are man--if you
are not cowardly villain, heartless
reprobate-you will 60 at once to
Donovan Farm, and bring back the
light to that soul which you have so
recklessly darkened."
"Are you mad" demanded young
Connolly, his face crimsoning with
rage. IfI did not pity you for your
simplicity, Id chastise you severely
for the words you have dared to utter.
Who appointed yoe1 mediator between
Ellen Donovan and myself ? In her
own handwriting, and of her own will
she has released me, and III not stoop
to sue any woman the second time.
Tell her so, if it's she who has sent
you. AS for you," he said, sneering
ly, "don't be an idiot women's hearts
don't break so easily and in time
she will no doubt-so chivalrous acham
plon--permit you to console her for
my loss"
In second Edward Horan had
sprung upon the horseman; bat the
latter had anticipated the effect of his
taunting words, and suddenly wheel
ing round, brought the horses flank
y;o1antlu .oaipct bio oscoilant Of tho