The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-02-18

Carr, colloguing half the evening about
every fresh incident If the behavior of
the two with her especial crony, till VIZ
GINA, suspecting il, became more reck-
lessly audacious. Mrs. Carr had to tell
Mrs. Scarle about il, and the two hay-
ing taken Mrs. Mann into their conf
dence, the three declared that they who
sow the wind shall reap the whirlwind
and IL Louise Freeleigh had heard their
conversation, she would have under
stood the virsuous wrath of those ma
irons between whose outraged ranks,
well armed with whips, offending sisters
once had to run \ bloody gauntlet.
Gilbert Allen, slow To learn the speech
of people, learned that night the re- la
tionship between Louise and Rog err
learned il as he stood behind Mrs. Cars
chair. He babe Louise goodnight ear
ly, and went out from the lighted scene,
went wandering into the night with its
darkness and dew; and when morning
found him at his gate he had hardly an
idea where he had been; he only knew
that he had conquered. The sweetest,
the most holy Of m she should be
to him: no other should occupy the
place where he had throned her, but
earthly love of his should never again
dare draw near her. Self should never
come between them; he, Gilbert Allen,
would stand aside, would be no more;
but in his place there should be that
friend better than a lover, who, wor-
Shipping her rs an ideal, would shield
her all he might in the ho~ur-far-off,
perhaps, yet which hi. consciousness
told him must come AT last-when Roger
Harvey would prove himself a broken
reed.
But il was time that Roger Harvey
bethought himself. Why had he been
in such haste? Why had he engaged
himself to Louise before looking about
him? Why had she so ungenerously
accepted the sacrifice? Had il been be-
cause she was the first to greet him in
this new home? Had il been with an
eve single to his own interest. and To
the old doctors interest in him, too?
Had ii peer because she was a revela-
tion of delicacy and sweetness Well,
what was Virginia Warren, with the
blaze of her beauty, but a revelation
too2 He had been a student occupied
with his profession before he knew these
two m And now, he said, the
sweetness and delicacy and cold, calm
grace Of the first one were not all there
was in the world-the crushed carmine
on the swathy cheek Of this little Cleo
patra was something tOoi An evening
with Louise, confident, clear, and as
sured in the matter Of emotion, bright
and fresh, well lighted, well bestowed,
was pleasant: but vas IL To be
compared 10 the tremOrs and trills of
an evening with Virg,n'a, when the
lamp burned low, when the heavy odors
Of cut flowers stole round him, when
her music vas like an incarnation, when
her sweet breath. her movement, her
touch, intoxicated him?
But as for the little creature herself,
she would have given "A wilderness of
Roger Harveys for one such hour Of
Gilbert Allen as she used 10 have when
he seemed on the point OF cOnfessing
all she felt. 81 am black, bot come
w." she said, the afternoon when they
were all picnicking on the River Rocks
by Bruce Brook, winding n wreath Of
the red ground-nut vine about her hair,
and looking at Der reflection in the
river, flowing so swiftly to its fall as 20
be CLASSY as a mirror-"I am black,
but comedy; the Queen of sheba va
no more"
"You are divine" whispered Roger,
close behind her.
"No, no. she said aloud. 81 am of
the earth, earthly" And of the earth,
earthly, the delicious earth, earthly, she
looked, with all her reds and Colds and
her long dark unbound hair in the sun.
He caught her hand, raising il TO his
lips before she could gainsay him, kiss
ing it; and just then Louise came clam
bering up the rock behind, with Gilbert
and her father; and her head coming
first above the brink, she saw what
neither Of the others saw. Startled, she
stepped aside, the cnmbling edge gave
way, and with a cry and a helpless toss
OF her hands she had fallen backward
and was in the swift water running to
its fall beneath. 80 God, Louise, my
darling,r cried a great voice. And in
an instant Gilbert Allen, thrusting aside
with a bitter, bitter word the one that
would have impeded him, have chung to
him, that looked after him n single mo-
ment with a face white as il hearing her
death warrant, had plunged after the
drowning girl, had caught her a. she
rose close in-shore, and had caught the
hand that Roger stretched and held him
by till others anne and drew them in
together.
What an age, what an eternity il was,
az Louise lay there on the grass, her
heart just beating, but still as any dead
clay, while Roger applied to her the
quickest remedies his art and skill could
summonl Roger Harvey did not pause
to think how like some sacred sculpture
she seemed; he wrought as a repentant
murderer might work to bring his dead
TO life; he wrought as a man awakened