The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-05-08

throbbing wildly, but she knew also that
IL was no phantom she looked upon. DIR.
Putney had been right all the time.
Amyer Preston was not dead, and thus
he was making one wild effort for liber-
ty. Marion Hyde stood and watched
him. She could not have called out just
then II he had been the most desperate
and hardened criminal within those
walls. Besides, the poor wretch was only
mocking himself. He could not escape
now unless by miracle. She saw him
stop presently beside a window, which
opened into an upper hall, and after an
effort raise IL, and slowly draw himself
through. Obeying an impulse which
she could not at that moment control,
Marion softly opened her door, and pass
ed on without her crutch, for fear Of the
noise She reached the hall just as this
poor, wasted creature, after brief rest,
was urging his half paralyzed limbs to
renewed effort. At the sight of her, he
gasped and dropped in swoon, and
Marion hurried to his side. She dared
nOb lthNt llllll, EO biit Wuibth3
his cold hands between her tender palms
till at last he opened his eyes, and she
made him comprehend that she wanted
him to come with her.
4" won't go back to prison." he whis-
pered between his set teeth.
You need not, ?" she said, simply and
led him to her own chamber.
There was positively no other place
that was safe from the strict search that
she knew would be instituted as soon as
he was discovered to be missing. She
procured him some garments which had
belonged to her brother, and she got him
some food that would be safe for him to
eat after his long fast. He regarded her
movements with the incredulous wonder
of child
What has been the matter with
me pn he asked after awhile. could
not stir any more than though ! was
dead, but knew all that was going on
about me. Ugh it was, frlghtful, wait
ing there in that dissecting room. be-
lieve it was only the horror of 1t helping
me to break the frightful spell"
I" 1 suppose you were in sort of
trance Marion said, thoughtfully.
"What are you going to do with me?"
he asked again.
g / don't know, am sure" she said,
with sigh. But you are safe here till
j Think
" 1 don't expect you believe me, but L
am as innocent of the crime for which I
was brought here as you are"
"Guilty or innocent, 1 pity you-you
are so young"
Concealing him till the hue and cry
were over, Marion smuggled him through
the gates in a woman's dress and with q
basket of soiled linen. And so the mys-
terry of Amyer Preston's escape re-
mained unsolved
X "
The years moved on. Marion was
twenty-five. Her father was dead. Her
idolized brother had perished in a brawl.
She was alone in the world; an inva-
lid, living on the merest pittance earn
ed with her needle, but the same sweet
faced, sweet-voiced girlthat had won the
hearts of the prisoners in the gloomy
abode of which her father was warden.
One day she was sent for, to see about
some embroidery. She was received by
young lady, and something i'm the
girls bright face drew Marion's glance
unconsciously. Where had she seen
those eyes, so large and SO intensely
black
Why do yon look at me so ?" asked
the young girl, with naive eagerness.
You remind me of some one / have
KNOWN" Marion answered simply.
sc No one ever accused me of looking
like any one but Robert before, laughed
the girl.
g All, yes, you do. l see the resemb-
lance now quite strong" and Marion's
face flushed with emotion. Perhaps
you are related to him; his name was
Amyer Preston"
'Oh - cried the young girl, ,springing
up, land you are lame, and your name
is Marion Hyde. Tell me, isn't it. L
knew it. oh, Robert, what will you
say"
She vanished from Marion's astonish-
ed eyes, with the words,on her lips. She
was back, however, in teice, and with
her came tall, dark-haired, heavily
bearded gentleman.
Marion Hyde Is it possible 2"
he exclaimed clasninU both the little