Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1879-02-12

now, he was once mine"
Il told you had been ysung fool
once. He awakened me from my
Dreams
The girl loved married him.
'sinee he has come TO this, doubt if
she gained much by jiling me-
''POor soul. her life must have been
very dark. Heaven knows what she
may have suffered. Poor girl; poor,
pretty Stelly:"
''Oh, Heaven only knows sighed
Harry. ''And you speak kindly of her :;
you forgive her-you, OF all men?''
caught his hand.
"Harry," | cried, .come into the
house with me. / must talk TO you"
You knew this man. You knew
her. Speak-tell me truly: by our
friendship tell me the truth
He yielded TO the touch.
the doors closed upon us.
We were alone in the dark, quiet
house.
The moon shone through the library
window and fell in broad stream upon
the floor. In its fall light he stood
looking at me.
"Gou knew her - | said.
Yes" he answered; well"
''But that you seem too young.
should ask you if you also loved her."
| said.
Il am not too young. thought more
of her than any other, but not enough
for her good, he said.
s'Let it pass" said |. Tell me what
her life was when you knew her.
"a year from the time of her mar
riage with that man, one Of utter mi
sery.
''He married her because he fancied
her an heiress, and when he found she
was poor, he first neglected, then sb-
used her.
''He struck her many heavy blows.
He called her cruel names.
''At last she left him, and he is
searching for her now
''Ah, Heaven have mercy on her." |
sighed. "She left him. But-teE me
the truth-she fled alone?"
IL went with her," sighed the voice
that had grown faint as it went on.
yet she fled alone, Mark Wilmot.
IL told you that when my tale was
told, you would thrust me from your
door.
1.-The time has come. Don't you
know me now? l am Estelle wynne.
Flying in disguise from him whose
name | bear, came to your house by
chance: but having once seen you, re-
maincd.
Long, long ago, | understood how
true love | had cast by, and now yos
have revenge indeed, for | have learnt
your goodness.
| knew her now, disguised as she
was.
The fair face came back TO me as it !
had looked in the dead days, and the |
| had felt for Harry Rue,
and the love had felt for Estelle Wynn !
ne melted into one intense feeling.
held out my arms toward her.
"Estelle," | cried, II forgive you.
Come back to me.''
She shrank from me.
God bless yOu," she sobbed. "Ah, |
that must refuse. Heaven, but you
forget. | am his wife. I am not Free"
| had forgotten.
| pressed kiss upon her hand, nor
'trove to stay her as she glided through
he door.
| could not sleep that night.
| paced the floor of the library until
lawn. heard the hours ring forth,
md the sound of some distant street
Drawl reached me.
At last it was day.
The servants opened the windows,
md breakfast was ready.
When my servant brought in the
Office, he paused moment.
"They say there was a murder last
light, and that the person that was
,illed turned out to be a woman in
mans clothes, SIR"
| started to my feet as he spoke, and
It the same mement a policeman whom
knew well stood upon the threshold.
''Your clerk, Mr.. Wilmot," he began,
the young man they called Rue-I
lave strange news about him."
had no need to ask what it was.
She was dead and it was her hus-
and who had killed her.
| had loved and lost her for the sec
nd time.
scarcely knew whether that second
Meeting was blame or bane to me.
Only / shall never love another
roman, or feel friendship of the sweet
81 sort for any man again.
And if have a hope it is TO lie one
ay beside her, under the simple stone
,arked with her name, which is plant
4 in that rustic graveyard hard by my
ONE.