The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1875-10-29

been dead to you, but never to the letter
tive upon the face of the earth, and she,
to save herself from legal embraces that
meant naught but evil, because not hal
lowed by love and her own acquiescence,
played mad to such perfection of appar-
ent harmlessness that you ceased to fear
her. Hidden away in the north tower,
Elaine Dryardon watched the brilliant
pageant that graced your bridal festivi-
ties asecond time"
"Stopw exclaimed Lord Dunbarton.
'rYou rave. had no bridal festiv-
tiles. I was not married.n
"Don't tell falsehoods in the death
chamber, Myrick Dunbarton. You
made certain bright and pure young
heiress of great American estates believe
that you married her, Your contreres
knew not that you were basely contriv-
ing her ruin. Iknew it all, Lord Dun
barton. You thought to be finally rid
of me by sailing from old England to
the far Pacific shores. You eluded me,
you thought, and with you came across
the water the deluded victim of your
mock marriage. You were on the eve
of embarking from San Francisco for an
obscure harbor to the northward known
as Eagle Cove, where you designed
living in peace and happiness with your
hearts best idol, after you had, by man.
made marriage, and to unite lands,
broad and rich, deprived me of my con-
jugal choice. But you failed, Lord
Dunbarton Your honeymoon was so
sweet that you did not note the flight of
time. followed you to San Francisco.
bribed the idiot who was her guardian
to keep watch upon you. To him I
entrusted the legal papers without
which you are not heir to great estates.
That idiot is dead! Gussie lives, 1
know, for 1 have just visited her in a
dream. know Pm dying, Myrick, for
Pm strangely, suddenly strong"
'Tmpossible for Gussie to be living,
Elaine. The Ocean GULL in which
she embarked for Eagle Cove, perished
in flames, consuming every soul except
a boy, who was drowned, and a servant
girl, who knew nothing of Gussie's
fate.n
"But tell you Gussie did not die,
and those papers are not destroyed. 1
visited Gussie in my dream. She is
pale and weary and sad; but she is hap
pier than you, Lord Dunbarton, for she
did not knowingly commit SIM"
"Child, you do not know what you
are talking about"
''Yes, I do. Maybe you think don't
know about that mysterious telegram
that took you away from the schooner
and compelled you to trust your pseudo
wife to the care of the captain and crew
of the Ocean GULL No wonder you
feared that would follow you. was
even then upon your track, as you soon
learned to your SORROW"
"Much good your vengeance did youW
exclaimed the husband, almost forget
ting the invisible yet palpable presence
of the Death Angel.
eyes, Myrick, you are right. Ven
geance is sweet, but I would fain be
done with it. Vengeance is mine;
will repay saith the Lord. And ]
would leave the case in His hands. ]
saw Stanley in my dream, too, Myrick.
He is rich and powerful now, but he is
not happy, and cannot be, because you
robbed him. Go, when am buried, to
Eagle Cove. 1 think you'll find Gussie
there. Then inquire for Coney's Cliff
1 heard that place named in my dream
1 cannot tell you more. Forgive me
Myrick, if have not made you happy
1 should never have married you of my
own accord, you know"
The remarkable strength which had
nerved the dying woman with power tc
relate her story left as suddenly as il
came. Laying back upon the bed, with
) her chalk-white face against the snowy
pillow, she sank sweetly into quie
slumber, from which she awoke NJ
more.
When next the foreign physician en-
8 tered the elegant apartments, he founC
, the clay-cOld corpse of the patien
Strengthened for the tomb, while tn,
husband sat beside her, his head bowed
low upon the table, and his body rigiC
as if turned to stone.
ITO be continued