Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-05-01

III her WHlte, O0SpeTAt0 I8C0-H1u tueT0
was something Of selfsatisfaction in the
smile ~ well. ~
my little girl. Is it flight between
fancied duty TO him "-he nodded care
lessly toward a group of houses far in
land, one of which was Adam Leith's
home" and-what your true, loving
heart bids you is due to me? My dar-
ling, you shall never regret having
chosen between us, do you think you
will? Do you think, if you come to
me, that you will be unhappy? Think
of it, Amy, forever with me, sciAt mel"
He released her hands, and wrapped
his arms around her waist in close,
clinging embrace, kissing her lips-oh,
such kisses as he knew she valued more
than all else. t5 rs
For second she received his caress-
es: then wrenched herself suddenly,
fiercely from him.
"Oh, yes, the happiness, the awful
happiness! But-the sin, the awful,
AWFUL sin!" 4N3
II cannot think SO, DEAR" he return
ed, in a patient, tender tone. You are
excited and morbid or you would look
upon it as you have done before when
we discussed it quietly. You know you
have said you fully Endorsed my own
thoughtful opinion, that we belonged to
each other by the divine right of love,
that ours would be the true marriage,
while the tie that binds you to Adam
Leith is, from its very responsiveness and
unsatisfyingness, the tie that should be
severed. My darling. you babe me
meet you here to hear you tell me you
were ready to 20 with me? am wait
ing for the answer that shall make us
both the happiest lovers in all this wide
world"
She liked his authoritatively tender
way. She thrilled to the smallest nerve
in her frame as she heard his quiet, pas
sionful tones. She looked up, and met
the binding glance of his blue eyes, the
smile on his parted lips that disclosed
his perfect teeth.
Then, it seemed as if everything else
was blotted from sight, or thought, or
memory She loved him, sinful or
not His was the only hand ever
powerful enough to unseal the foun-
dation of her heart; his the only mind
and will that could hold dominion over
her-oh, she worshipped him as it was
given to but few men to be loved-yet
yet
Her fancies, her fears were running
away with her. He saw by her face,
her eyes, that conscience and passion
were locked in their death-struggle; and
he lent his aid.
Love-my love, it is only to say one
little word p
He reached out his arms for her, his
handsome face smiling. eager.
She bent forward, her gesture one of
infinite inlploration.
dare | trust you? Oh, ca,, trust
you? If can"
1t was enough. He caught her to his
heart-cOnluerOr. ,D6
"My darling! MY darling"
A full moon was shining fitfully be-
tween heavy cloud-rifts. Heavy gusts
of wind tore over the chill ocean
waves, and shook to their very foun-
dations the houses distance inland
in window of one of which-Amy
Leith's bedroom Windows bright.
steady light glowed out into the windy
night.
1t was a pleasant room, cheerful and
thoroughly comfortable, and never in
all the days since Amy had come ~
bride to the seaside village cottage had
this room looked so touchingly COM
Portable MS now-to-night when she was
gathering together her few little treas
ures, never again to enter it or possess
the right to enter it.
All that day Amy had been white
faced, and sad-eyed beyond her usual
pale usefulness, and more than once,
in his bluff, hearty fashion, her husband
had asked if anything was troubling
her-if anything was going wrong?
Anything going wrongw His inno-
cent words had stabbed her like
knife. Wrong? Was not everything
wrong?
Her life since the sunsetting of the
day before when she had seen Eustace
Florestan on the sands and had prom
ised-oh, what? oh, whats-had been a
succession of battles with herself, first
against love and it's crown of gold and
jewels and Eustace Florestan. then
against the horror of it all, the diadcm
of scourging thorns, the ceaseless re-
monstrance of her outraged conscience.
All day she had gone about her duties,
now excited into recklessness as she
thought of her lover; now PROSTATE
with vague repentings and bitter pity
as she thought of herself.
So the fateful day had gone on, and
now, when night had come, bringing
the hour at which she was to 20 to be
met by her love, it seemed to Amy that
all the desperate struggles of the day
had been child's play compared with
tile raging seas of termination tn on