Litchfield enquirer., 1875-04-08
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hxid@ MnlzNs sksa zhe, and A ray Of life stole into her stony yisage.
 And she saw herself as little rosy checked girl sitting at his aide son the beach fifteen years ago. But the music gathered strength from her glance, and onward it rushed through the noisy years of boyhOOd, shouting with wanton voice in the lonely glen, lowing with the cattle on the mountain pastures, and leaping like the trout at eventide Tn the brawling rapids, but through it all there ran warm strain of boyish loyalty and strong devo- ton, an6 ik 2hared her frozen heart: for she knea thak n Ras all for her and for her only. And it seemed such a beauti- fnl thing, this long faithful life, which through sorrow and joy, through sunshine and gloom, for better or worse, had clung fast to her. The wedding guests raised their heads, and a murmur of applause ran over the waters.
 ''BravoIs cried the bridegroom. "Now ak last the &Dngues arc loosed."
 Trulais kzxe dwelt with tender sadness on the bride. Then came from the strings some airy, quivering chords, faintly flush like the petals of the rose, and fragrant hke klliej of the valley; and they swelled with . strong. awakening life. and rose with q stormy fullness until they seemed on the point of bursting, when again they hushed themselves and sank into a low, disconsolate whisper. Once more the tones stretched out their arms imploringly, and again they wrestled dispairipgly with themselves, fled with a stern voice of warning. returned once more, wept, shud-- dered. and were silent.
 Beware that thou dost not play with lifeI" sighed the bride, "even though it be a worthless one. 1 x s--
 The wedding guests clapped their hands and shouted wildly against the sky. The brides c0untenance burned with strange feverish glow. The fiddler arose in the struck the strings madly, and the air trem- bled with melOdious rapture. The voice of that music no living tongue can inter- prek But the bride fathomed its mean ing; her bosom labored yehemently, her lips quivered for an instant convulsively, and she burst into tears. 4 dark suspi- cion shot through the brldegrooms mind. He stared intently upon the weeping Bor- ghild, then turned his gaze to the fiddler, who. still regarding her, stood playing, with half-frenzied look and motion.
 You cursed wretch!' shrieked Syvert, and made a leap over two benches to where Truls was standing. It came so unexpectedly Truls had no time to pre- pare for defense, so he merely stretched out the hand in which he held the violin to ward of the blow which he saw was coming; but Syvert tore the instrument from his grasp and dashed it against the cannon. and, as it happened, inst against the t0uch-hole. With tremendous crash something black darted through the air and a::white smoke brooded over the bri- dal boat The bride groom stood pale and stunned. At his feet lay Borghild- lay for a moment still, as if lifeless, then rose on her elbows, and dark red cur rent b oke from her breast. The smoke scattered. No one saw how it was done; but a moment later Truls, the Nameless, lay kneeling at Borghild's side.
 ''It sU0s a worthless life, beloved" whispered he tenderly. "Now the game is at an end"
 And he lifted her up in his arms as one lifts beloved child, pressed kiss on her pale lips, and leaped into the water Like lead they fell into the sea. A throng of white bubbles whirled up to the surface. 4 loud vail rose from the bridal fleet, and before the day was at an end it filled the valley; but the walls did not recall Truls, the Nameless, or Borghild. his bride.
 What life denied them, would to God that death may yield them!