Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-01-04


the diamonds she would not touch if she
dreamed they were the price Of No; /;
don't attempt to frighten me, Darrell !"
"Will you go ~
And to have redeemed her soul from
eternal perdition, Helen Pemberton could
not have made the effort she desperately
wanted to make-to reach the door and
confront the two.
She heard light, receding footsteps;
she supposed the girl had gone away,
somehow but she never knew, nor did
Darrell Pemberton, that i: was as one of
the extra hired servants, sent by the ca
terer who had charge of the wedding feast,
that Lora Dane had gained admission to
the house.
A second later, Darrell Pemberton
tapped ON her door, then went in response
to her low. constrained permission to
enter went in with his handsome, smil-
ing eyes, his care-iree face.
"Weu, Mrs, Pemberton, are you
ready to-Helen in heavens name, what
Is the matter ?"
For she had checked his joyous greeting
by sight Of her Mortified eyes and
ghastly face, rs she turned toward him.
"The matter ? Oh, Darrell ! Oh,
Darrell That woman | heard every
word !"
He stSrted as if shot, his face changing
from its gay carolesSness SO suddenly that
he seemed another man.
"Helen, do you mean to tell me that
you care for that? Helen, | swear-l
swear il was lie How could |, under
the circumstances, do anything but
conciiate such s. venturesome creature
Helen, my love, my darling !"
He suddenly snatched her in his arms,
and kissed her on her lip, and brow, and
cheek, before she could struggle from his
eager clasp.
Then she drew her form haughtily up,
and looked straight in his daring, hand
some eyes.
"Hew dare you do that How dare
you? DO you think because am tettered
by this mockery"-and she held up her
wedding ring fnger-"that you can insult
me? Never dare to do that again !"
Her face was crimson with passionate,
womanly rage. Her heart seemed burst.
ing with the pain thot clutched it-her
tender, loving heart, that had throned this
unworthy one in its most sacred altar.
And this-th;s was her iate What
had she done to merit it? What had she
ever done that she was called upon t.
endure such agony of humiliation us this
such violent sevoring of ,he chords of
love, and trust, and respect?
Then all her pride rose up strong
within her. The world should never
know her shame; the guests below should
not see on her face, in her manner, any
thing which should hint to them that her
bridal hour was worse than the hour when
she should die.
And so she went down among them,
saying her gracious, graceful adieux /;
and the pallor on her sweet face, that she
could not conceal, was considered Just the
right degree OF interesting paeness FOR
the occasion.
Twenty hours later, in her room
at the Grald House, Mrs. Pemberton-
how she seorned the mockery Of name
that was hers only by virtue Of that fatal
marriage ceremony Mrs Pember,on,
from her window, saw her husband leave
the hotel aud she saw him return nm
hour later, ard listened to his coroless
remarks as to his delightful recontre
with some gentlemen friends, with whom
he had passed pleasant hour.
Herclear, questioning eyes looked at his
in level glance.
"Then you did not keep your word
with-her ?"
lie hung back bis head with cold,
contemptuouo Indifference.
"llelen what do you mean 2"
Chl9 - AtAf VI ~ ulsei, WHtu Hut Ithu
in the newspapers the account Of the
supposed suicide OF II young and beauti.
girl, whose body was not recovered for
a day or two after she had, as was un-
questionably supposed jumped f. ON the
deck Of a Camden ferry boaL-ony then
poor Helen Pemberton felt that if death
would only come to relieve her of her
agony Of horrible, convincing suspicion,
she would so gladly lay her sick heart,
her wearied head, down.
a." So that's Darrell PembertOn's wife?"
Geofiiey Chalis leaned against the
marble statuette that stood at the foot Of
the magnificent staircase, holding fam
beau, from which sprung dozen tiny,
mellow gas jets-a tern-laced, stern
browed man, with keen. piercing eyes,
that were fixed upon MIS-. Pemberton's
quiet, well-bred face as though there were
destinations in her presence.
She was conversing with some one, in
her self possessed, undomonstrative way,