The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1875-01-09
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him after the initial hearing of the case,
and no one doubted his conviction.
'Clinia, he said one night to the
SPECTATORS daughter, while they stood
in one of the beautiful arhors that
graced Jared Earle's spacious garden.
'Clifia, do you ask me where 1 was on
that fatal afternoon. dare not tell
not even you. They may convict me;
but they shall not know tnat l stood
he paused suddenly, and then mo-
ment LATER said: They shall not say
that Frank Dwight is a traitor
'They shall not convict your said
CliiHa.
Il am doomed, Clifia. Who will
save me?'
She turned away and looked out up
on thei soft moonlight that laid on the
beautiful grounds.
A mighty battle was raging in her
mind, and Frank Dwight watched her,
till the silent jcOnaict was decided.
'CIilia, he said, Il will take the ring
if you wish. | am willing to suffer a
lone; Uut you are suffering for my sins.
She looked at him moment reproach"
fully, and then raised her hand till
The ring glittered in ray of moonshine
that crept through an opening above.
you cannot have the ring, she lid.
Il never desert the man love. | have
deserted father and home for you; but
| you know this. Frank Dwight, you are
innocent! feel it. know it.
Prove it, Cliflia, he cried, with
flush of hope.
Il will try she said Frank, we
will trust for the best. Every cloud
has a silvery lining
'And this silvery lining to the clouds
that hover over me, is your noble de-
votion, Cifla Earle. BY the help of
Heaven! | will try to deserve it.
They were walking to the mouth of
the arbor while he was speaking, and
all at once strange cry broke from the
fair girls lips.
She had caught sight of the shadow
just beyond the opening, and now they
gazed upon man who stood scarcely
ten feet away.
He was little, old man, clad in a
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and his collar and cravat were enough
to provoke a smile. He held snuff
box in his hand, and during his well.
feigned fright, he held pinch of the
precious article poised before him.
The surprise was mutual. Cliflia's
face was pale, and her lover held her
trembling hand.
Il beg your pardon, said the man, in
a nasal tone; Il hope | am no intruder.
l-I-that isl,
That you are employed just now by
my enemies said Frank Dwight. Il
recognize you now, having seen you be-
fore. Therefore, you may as well con-
fess your true character
The young man dropped the white
hand as he spoke, aud started toward
the intruder indignantly.
Confess it!' lie demanded, with
clenched hands.
The man retreated.
Il came from Mr.. Earle he said,
glaacing at Clillia. Il bear message
from her faIher.'
The girl started forward.
"A message from home!' cried the
exile, with "a tlnslins joy. 'SI please
deliver it.
All! had her father come to the con-
clusion that her LIVER was innocent, and
was willing TO forgive? Clillia thought
lie had, when she conlured the man to
speak.
Il would deliver my message to the
lady in private, he said.
Then do sO,' said Frank Dwight,
| lCNltatlhSs -NS9oH5S' AAOAh hOliiS olo
sacred
'S,ayl' cried CHINA stepping forward,
and OBTAINING her lover with a gentle
touch; then to the man: Now, sir,
speak,
'Ciifia Earle, your father loves you,'
said the messenger and spy, and he
sent me hither to say this: 'Forsake,
him, and come home to be forgiven.
Cling to him, and will make you a
beggar."
The last words seemed to have ter
rible meaning.
They banched Cliffia's cheeks to the
hue of the water-lily, and with glance
at Frank Dwight, she replied
"Tell my father that the man whom
have sworn to love, will not forsake.
| Let him make me a beggar.