The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1876-10-07
His Revenge.

the best room of Leslie Cottage-the
room in which he bad spent so many
happy hours with Clara Leslie.
His handsome features worked as fhe
was suffering from some acute inward
paiu, his arms were folded across his
broad chest and bis chin rested on his
bosom.
From far corner Mary Leslie, pret.
ty, gentle girl Of sixteen or thereabouts,
watched him with sorrowful expression
Of countcnance, and tcar.drops 10 her
great dark eyes.
Would he never cease that rapid walk ?
Would he never speak to her? What
could she say to calm the tempest which
was raging in that strong man 3 bosom
Such were Mary's thoughts, when sud.
denly Gordon stopped walking, and said,
fercely
II hate her, hate him, and as surely
as am standing here, l will some day be
rcvengod upon them both %
And he flung himself into chair.
"Oh, Gordon, Gordon, don't talk like
that !" and Mary crossed over to where
no was sitting and put her arm around
his neck. IL know she has wronged you
he has wronged you but Vengeance is
mine saith the Lord, 'and will repay
Leave them to Him, Gordon"
He threw off the hand that clasped his
neck, and sprang to his feet,
"Don't preach to me, Mary Leslie OF
course you'd like to save your cousin, but
LII be revenged on her hate even
the name Of Leslie, and III leave this
house that has been my curse, never to
enter it again -
The young girl stood Mortified for q
moment, but as Gordon rushed past her
to the door, she cried
"Gordon, Gordon, listen to me-"
The words which seemed wrung from
her heart reached his ears. He gave one
backward glance. He saw two out.
stretched arms and white, agonizcd
face. For moment he hcsitated, but it
was only for moment, tho next ne was
gone.
Gone Mary Leslie sank upon the
floor and burst into tears. Ever since
she could remember she loved Gordon
Clyde. She never thought her tickle.
minded cousin good enough for him.
Child as she was, she lorg ago foresaw
what was going to happen, and how often
she mad prayed that Clara would be true
to Gordon.
"Oh, if he only knew much | care for
him, he would not say he hated the tame
of Leslie !" moaned Mary.
Gordon Clyde was one of the wcalthiest
men in his native place lie always
lived on his money, without having pro.
fession or occupation, and, as a matt, Of
course. it was the cause of much comment
when he made known his intentions of
going to tho metropolis to engage in fome
active business.
1t was bitter cold winters night, The
snow lay thick upon the ground, and the
wind whistled through the city streets.
A gentleman well mufiled from the
biting wind, was hurryipg along the do.
serted street, when woman, stepped up
to him.
"For Gods sake, sir, help me My
husband is dying, and my little one is
starving"
The woman's teeth chartered with the
cold as she spoke. but it was not her
chattering teeth nor pitiful story that
mape the gentleman turn and gaze in.
tcntly at her blue, pinched face.
"Grcat God-CIara Leslie - he cried,
"Gordon Clyde!'
And the woman shivercd as If with
fit Of aguc.
For four long years Gordon Clyde had
waited for this hour. The wretchedly
clad woman must have noticed the pitt.
less look in his eyes, for she cried:
"Gordon Clyde, sinncd against you
-hc sinned against you; but our punish
ment has been great. Misfortune has
followed us since the night we left my
sunt's cottage. He is dying, and l am
in the street begging such night as this.
Have mercy upon us, Gordon Clyde, or
we'll perish r'
She raised her hands bcseechingly as
she spoke. She saw his features relax,
and the pitiless CLEAN was no longer in
his eyes.
Vengeance is mine, and | will re.
pay, saith the Lord. Leave them to
Him, Gordon"
Mary Leslie's voice sounded in his car
once more, All, how often those words
rang in his ears during the last four
years But the demon of hatred within
him would not let him heed them. His
thoughts went back to Mary Leslie now,
as he looked down on the woman that had
80 cruelty betrayed him.
After an absence Of four years Gordon
Clyde had returned to his native place,
and once more We find him 10 the house
he was never TO enter again, Leslie Cot
tage.
He was sitting before the glowing
crate fire in the parlor waiting for Mary
Leslie. lilo hears footstep in the hall.
and he rises. The door opens, and Mary,
who is now beautiful girl of twenty, en-
ters. Until now that she stands before
him, she did not know who il was that
wished too see her.
"Gordon-Mr. Clyde - is all she can
say, as she extends her hand to him.
He takes the little hand in his, aud
looks down at the pretty, blushing face.
"Mary. are you glad to see me again 7
J Have you forgiven what l said to you the
last day was here, four years ago2"
"Gordon,"a little hand rests upon his
! arm, and two dark eyes are raised solemn.
} ly to his face, III have prayed for you oil
these years, and my prayers have been
answered. The FIRST letter from my cou.
sin, in throo years. came yesterday, and
she told US how you saved her husband
. from death. and oil the comforts and lux