The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1878-04-25

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ing how beautiful Lottie locked IN
floating robe Of snowy white, the only
color about her being tho bright green Of
the ferns in her basket. All, yea; in her
beautiful hair she wore bunch Of bright
red berries, with thier green leaves.
I" In some manner, Lottie's foot slipped
from the stone on which she stood, and
in moment she wa screaming in the
water, her ferns floating about her, and
one hand grasping SEINE shrup that grew
on the margin Of the lake.
I was too much frightened to move,
but stood with dilated eyes, gazing in
horror on her sinking form, when some
one rushed by me, and in a moment Lot
tic was clasped to Duke Unions breast.
Poor child, che has fainted," he said
to me; but l was not surprised that his
very lips were white, for I myself was
terribly frightened, and thought it was
fear least human life was being quench-
ed before his sight that caused lip and
cheek to pale. All, me! twas more.
days flew on, and the first of October
was fading. I threw wrap about me,
and went into the garden to enjoy my
dream alone.
with no intention of doing so, en-
tered small arbor into which the fading
daylight scarcely penetrated.
upon table in one corner stood a
small basket of fruit, and beside it was
lying pretty dagger, that Duke had been
permitting us to admire in the afternoon.
He had doubtless forgotten it was there.
l picked it up. Winnie, it must have
been the devil that made me do it; but
as stood with it in my hand, l heard
voices that I knew. Gould it be2 Yes,
twas Duke and Lottie.
"Ah, child, think of what I endured
while I stood there in the gathering
gloom, and heard him tell her Of his love
for her, and beg that, ere the chain he
hated bound him, she would flee with
him and be his wife.
''No thought OF me: no pity for the
proud heart that he knew would surely
break; no remembrance of the vows he
had spoken SO short a time before came
to him as he vowed love and devotion to
my friend. And she! Winnie, she listen
cd, anG-she promised to flee with him.
Child, think l was mad. l saw him
clasp her to his breast, and saw her raise
her lips to his, then leave him and fit to-
ward the house.
HE came forward, entered the arbor;
and l shall never forget his face as he
stood befor me. Shame, sowardly shame
made HIM shrink.
"As God hears me / had not thought
of murder then, but the dagger was still
in my hand; I raised the hand to poin,
for him to 60, and the steel caught my
eye. 1raised the hand, higher, took q
step forward, and buried the blade in his
bosom.
He fell at my feet, and, realizing
what l had done, knelt beside him, and
frantically called his name. He did moi
answer, and knowing that he was dead,
sprang to my feet and rushed toward the
house. l gained my own room, and bolt
ed the door.
"All that night long spaced my cham.
Der floor, every chord of my heart strain.
ed to breaking. Friend and lover, both
false. Her fair face had won him, and
he would have lett me to bear my break.
ing heart and the worlds cold scorn as
best might.
ERE morning dawned had come to d
resolution. My pride was saved, and bet.
ter place him in the cold earth, than
know he had deceived and cast me aside
"One thought was mine. my pride
was saved.
II kept my room next morning till
heard noise Of many and excited voices
in the hall below, also tramping of many
feet. All, they had found him! Now
now, must act my part.
II opened the chamber door, fed down
the stairs, and right up to the object or
the hall floor. Then my woman's hea,
returned. One glance at the rigid fac
one sight of the crimson breast, and ]
tell upon the marble floor in a deathly
swoon. Many kind friends ministered
to me, none knowing that upon the hand
that bore his betrothed ring rested his
blood.
"Lottie Dent took strong commissions
when she knew of his murder, but left
E. next day, and I never heard from he,
again.
'They bore him to his grave, the last Of
the proud race Of Linton. I, in n
mourning GARD, followed after, his almos
bride; the woman who had taken his life
''Since that time have vainly tried tt
kill remorsc by my lavish charity-tht
small voice speaketh still. Even now, as
l lie on the bed from which I may moi
rise, as I lingcr on the bordcr-land oil
eternity, there is fear that all was of nc
avail.
"WinDie-" in the broken voice was
tears-"I took you from poverty when q
child, educated and raised you tenderly
Loved you with a mothers love, and il
you turn from me now in horror, how
can face my Judge above. Winnie
child, are you near me?'
II am here, auntie,"I sobbed; II will
not leave you. You have suffered for the
sin, and many Of Gods children have
offered prayers for you at His throne. He
will forgive. His mercy surpasseth all
understanding, and He will not remem-
Der against you that one sad act; for sure
", auntie, you were mad"
Yes, darling" said she YEARLY, "but l
feel sleepy. Pray you beside me while
Sleep"
For hour after hour knelt there, pour
ing out prayer after prayer for the rart-
ing soul, for teIt that it was leaving.
Hour after hour till the dawn came on,
and the sun, rising high, fell upon the
stark and riggid face Of my aunt. Dead.
Aye, with the crimson stain upon it, the
soul had appeared at the high bar.
Kind bad she been to me, kind as q
mother. Standing above her coffin, they
told of her virtues, her SORROWS, her char
tiles, her goodness, and I heard one Of
them say:
Her lover was murdered, you know,
longg-loag ago. But no one ever knew
who did it,
All! it was we'll.
They laid her beside him in the old
churchyard, and yet is she kindly re.
membered BY the villagers, who call her
!" the generous Miss Nora"
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