The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1876-06-22

What could she do but school herself to
patience There was no need of her leav-
ing Hawkeshome. Mrs. Walford natron-
lied it most etfectually And the child
Rae was the only living thing left her to
love. SO the summer davs went bv. so
bright tor others
let there was a shade Of comfort in the
tender blue OF the summer sky, the solemn
voice OF the pines, the refrain of the rest
less, overseeing sea. when she must
needs 60 out among them with Rae. She
felt then that the end had not yet come.
ct the wedding was announced And
then the house was filled with the hustle
ofpreparaton. Mrs Walford in the most
amiable of moods, displayed to Celeste
Flores beautiful trousseaa. The tilmy
laces, the masses of soft embroidery, the
sheeny silks.
When the bridal morning came she saw
them put upon the young beauty the veil
and orange e-blossoms. The guests came
gay strangers and in the bright morning
Of September day, Flore Walord and
Llewelyn Greer We're married.
In the old library the wedding-presents
were-works of art in marble, gold, and
silver; jewels, pearls, diamonds, and EN-
NIolNto' 1holC piClulCS lcttItu u0dlilSU Tue
wall; dainty devices for the brides use
were crowded together in lavish abund
ance everywhere
"But here. this is something | have not
seen, exclaimed happy Llewellyn, lifting
quaint, dclicately wrought vase of gold
from the table,
Nor | ~ chimed in Flore How charm
ing
''That,n said Mrs. Walford, "is q gift
from Gaspard Desondc. Flore. 1t came
but few moments ago. with a note re-
questing that no one opened it but your
self. 1t is locked, you see-this tiny lid
and here is the key, Perhaps you had
best open it now. A lovely thing Very
nice in Gaspard, l have thought-but,
never mind. What does it contain, Flore?
Perfume?"
For the tiny lock clicked under the
girls slim hand. She bent close, eagerly.
A puff of wreathing smoke, an explosion,
and the deatll-bolt, hidden in the vase of
gold, had pierced her brain. She fell back
against those around her. dsligured, dead
Nainly the awe stricken guests pressed
to the aid of the appalled, mother and
panic-stricken husband The least they
could do was to hide the dead brides dis
torted face from their staring eyes 10
bear her rigid form to her chamber.
a cruel-a horrible revenge,
"tind him-iind Gaspard Deslonte
Find hm-kill him-hang him - scream
ed the maddened mother.
But he was never found. lie had planned
his work too well for that
In that terrible hour Of MS young brdo's
death, the bloom Of youth was stricken
forever from the face OF Llewellyn Greer
and his hair turned white like an aged
mans.
AS soon rs she was buried he fed from
his home. He went abroad He was ab-
sent years.
Years, during which Mrs. IIeloise Wal
ford made her third marriage, and left
Hawkeshome to the undisputed sway OF
Mrs. Darrah-the peaceful home Of Celeste
and Rae.
The beautiful child was tall young
grl-the long, soft tresses of her dear
sister-friend We're thnncd. when there
came jourEcying back to the home of his
birth tall, grave man, with chastened
brow and hair, white rs with age, above
bright and piercing eyes. After lie left
Rome, he never staid until he knelt Before
Celeste Grey.
Celeste, have come over land and
sea, many, many miles, TO plead like u
beggar for the only pure woman's love my
life has ever known. Will serve seven
years for it, if needs be, but you mast re-
store it to me at last
She wound her Slight arms about him,
pressed her cheek to his, as she had done
in the day of his old sorrow
That love has ever been yours, Lew
ellyn.'
Another marriage meath that stately
rooi-a true one. And to-day the Greers
a mighty race-are noted for love, and
not for pride