Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-03-24

VIII tneS VO1alle poison which waiter
Cary had spoken OF, and that as she fin
ished each leaf, and turned 1t slowly over
her long muslin sleeve swept the edge of
the book, making the stealtfy sounds
which had aroused her intended victim.
Dora lay bound hand and foot by a
feeling which almost stopped the beating
of her heart.
Remember, she had grown up amid
acenes of passion and violence; she had
been among the helpless ones at Gavin
pore, when the Sepoys massacred their
victims in cold blood; and death was not
so strange weapon in the hands of a
young girl, to her, as it would be to us;
nay, il seemed the one weapon by which
Penelope Arlingford would most likely
strike for love and wealth.
Motionless, her eyes distended, the COLI
dew Of agony dripping from every limb,
the orphan girl lay and listened TO this
evidence Of treachery.
All at once board at the side Of the
bed creaked, as though wary foot was
passing over it, and the long swish of the
garments followed.
Then the door softly burst open as if
without hand, a flow of air from the pas
sage rushed across the girls rigid face,
and she heard amid the sufocatlng throb-
bings in her ears, the first crow Of some
neighboring chanticleer.
Her terror ended in swoon.
When she came to herself it was broad
daylight.
The golden sunshine vs. lying across
her pillow, and the perfumes OF the red
honeysuckle came in through the open
window and filled the pretty cham Der.
All seemed peace and innocence around
her, but the soul OF the orphan girl was
filled with establishment.
She could scarcely arrange her
thoughts at first, so terrible was the Or
deal through which she had passed; but
at length she saw that she must leave the
house Immediately; that she must relin-
quish both her affianced and her fortune,
if she would feel her life SAFE
ooh papa! my papap' wept the poor
Dora ''you have made a terrible mis-
take!"
When she joined the family, in an
swer to the breakfast bell, she was in her
travelling dress, and her trunks were all
repackod.
why, cousin Dora, what is the matter?
Are you i'll, dear?" exclaimed Penelope,
in a soft, cooling voice, which seemed
habitual to her.
Dora turned her back on her midnight
visitor, and striving 70 speak calmly,
said to Mr.. Arlingford, II wish to go to
London to-day, sir. Please allow some
one fO drive mo tho Of tim
There was y pause of CONSERVATION,
then they all with one accord began to
plead with her to change her mind, and
none Of the three were so urgent and ten
der aboutit as Penelope.
"Just try us dear cousin ~ she entreated.
"Of course you will be lonely at first
every thing is so different-but who will
make you happier than we can? Has any
body offended you, dear Dora?"
mo, answered Dora, shuddering; 'but
l shall prefer to live alone"
" You are so young, so ignorant of the
ways OF our towns,'' said quiet Mrs. Ar
lingford, here Ginning in anxiously, E'it
is a mad thing for you to think of, child.
II most 60" responded the orphan,
averting her pallid face that the dark
misery of it might not be seen.
So, when the persuasions of himself,
and the pleadings and tears Of his woman
availed not, Mr. Arlingford got offended,
and cried, Let her please herself, PeRsie.
Ring and order Sam to bring the car
riage round"
Dora swallowed cup of tea, and chok-
ed down morsci Of bread, and then she
went back to her room to put on her hat.
Locking her trunks took but few
moments.
She flung herself upon chair, AMI
wcpt silentiy, feeling herself to be the
most desolate and friendless being on the
face of the earth.
What should she do in London?
Go to fathers lawyer, and tell him she
did not wish to marry Walter Cary, then
live alone in s::ch lodgings as the rem
nant OF her fortune could afford her.
All! it was, indeed, a terrible mistake
that clause in the will.
But into the midst of her musings stol,
sound which thrilled her once MOI.
with awe.
The swish Of a garment, the rustic OF q
paper, just as it aroused her last night.
Dora gazed upon her like one bereft
of reason.
The large, old Bible lay quiet enough
and closed exactly where she had placed
1t-no living thing was in the room but
herself
And then she saw the whole mystery
The window was partly open, and a
slight Puff OF wind had blown out the
crisp white curtains in the room; then re-
ceding, had sucked them outward through
the aperture, while the imprisoned air,
running up the blind, had caused the
tissue paper hanging at the top to rustic
There came another puff--the trail of
the curtain over the carpet, the rustic OF
the paper hanging.
Dora sat gazing at the window, her
face, in its astounding thankfulness, Ii
study Tor an artist.
AT this moment Penelope came in. She
had been weeping.
'sThe carriage is ready, dear cousin,
sighed she, TREMENDOUSLY.
Dora passed her hand over her fore
head, then facing her rival, asked, in a
hurried tone, "Were you up last night
any time, Miss Arlingiord!''
g Yes - answered Pnnal0nn in cnrnr;ce