Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1876-12-13

| Dusy lie maze ulIn look mucn OlCer
stood alone in one of the upper
chambers Of well known hotel il
Boston. He was fashionably dress
ed, and wore heavy chain, from
which hung pendant seal Of uni
que pattern.
81 go down to the city to-mor.
row." he continued, speaking In q
tone intending for his ears alone,
81 wonder what she would say il
she knew who I really am. Heav-
ems why. she would turn from me,
and marry a beggar before uniting
her fortunes with mine. She must
not discover-she shall not !"
While the speaker stood at his
window, seemingly looking at the
tide OF humanity that ebbed and
flowed In the throughfare below, a
scene was occurring in Gerald
Blske's home, to which once more
permit US to conduct the reader.
Since Cyrissa's entrance sixteen
years have passed away, and the
"child Of mystry" has grown to
to radiant woman hood. She is In
her twentieth year, the courted
belle OF the avenue, and sunlight
Of the Blake house.
How zealously she has been guard
ed, it would take many pages to tel f,
yet nothing essential to her enjoy
ment Of life had been refused her.
Sixteen years added to Gerald
Blake's existence, have made his
head quite white, and his wife Belle
is stately woman ofsix-and-thirty.
It was while the man called George
Vankyn communed with himself in
the boston hotel, that Cyrissa occu-
pied room in her home with q
young man.
He sat on the settee, looking in
to her face, for she had been silent
for n while, and he seemed to be
wondering when she would speak
again, and what she would say.
Almost suddenly she rose to her
feet, and confronted him--so sud-
denly that he started forward, but
did not rise.
"Amos Frost, I cannot marry
you," she said. "There are reasons
which you will want to hear, and
which you shall hear, for will keep
nothing hack-not even the fact
that it will be very hard for me to
forget you. My past history may
not be known to you but a por-
ton of yours is to me. will not
repeat it here brt let me tell you
that cannot marry you, because
there is Loryllan blood in your
veins |"
He started at her like man In a
maze, unable to speak.
"Loryllsn blood I" he calculated
1t last. "No such blood flows
through my veins know my an
,estry, and I point to it with a pride
that makes my heart beat fast =
Cyrissa, you have been misinform-
ed"
"Nay," she said, firmly. "No
lie has ever dropped from the lips
hat told me that there was Loryllan
blood in your veins. Amos Frost,
said that you would come,
md il has declared that this house
should he accursed from the day
On which the Loryllan blood crossed
,ur threshold. Therefore the curse
Is upon It, and through you. We
,an meet no more we have been
may be so still, but
would give ten years Of life, il we
had never met ]"
He was on his feet while she
spoke, and when she finished, he
calmly said:
$50 let It be. would not cause
you one pang; but, ere I go, let
me swear that tnot drop Of Loryllan
blood is in my veins !"
He looked noble "a he stood be-
fore her, with right hand uplifted,
swearing to his long line of snces-
tors.
When the last words fell from his
lips, he took his hat, and wished
Cyrissa happy life and goodbye.
She heard the door close, and then
sought her adopted mother.
"Oh, mother, the curse is upon
the house w she said. "The man
with the Loryllan blood has crossed
our threshold, and again departed.
Now we have but to wait for full
filment Of the prophecy"