Daily globe., 1879-06-22

man and wife. Archer placed note in
the preachers hand, which threw that
gentleman into fit of pleasant abstrac-
tion, and, putting the brides arm within
his, turned to go.
couple to the railroad station. The train
was little behind time, the agent said,
but it would be along shortly; so they
went into the ladies' room to await its
arrival. The room was heated to fever
heat, as is the custom in railroad waiting
rooms, and Archer threw up a window
to restore the atmosphere to something
like a bearable condition. No one was
in the room except themselves, but the
ticket agent, Gagged in his box in one cor
ner like wild beast, was within hearing
distance.
''We have long ride before us, DEAR"
said Archer, tenderly, as he leaned over
his wife's chair; ':do you feel tired?''
"No," was the short and low reply.
''Why do you tremble so, darling?" he
asked, bending over the shrinking form
''You are not i'll, l hope?"
"No."
There was a sharp whistle in the dis
tance. The agent stuck his head out of
the window in his cage, and screamed: /:
''The train is coming though the cut.'
II have not had the husbands kiss
| yet"
His hand touched the heavy veil over
hanging the BRIDES features She made
| no move to prevent him from accom-
plishing his purpose He uncovered the
| Ia ov,I 1>ny, %o In INoC
''Great God!' he suddenly exclaimed,
starting back with an indescribable look,
'sWhose trick is this?''
'Miss Medring had something to do
with it, sir" said Jane with snecring
smile, as she sidled up to the covering
woman's side.
The train came putting up to the sta
ton.
Archer stared at the white face before
him for one full moment; his skin had
blanched to sickly hue; and Jane, her
self, trempled as she saw that dreadful
scowl deepening upon his features. She
feared what was coming, and she tried to
draw poor Lucy-it was, indeed, his
former toy that Archer had married that
night-out of the reach Of that furious
anger. It was too late. 6With ter.
rible curse, he drove his great fist full
into the face of the girl he had SO deeply
injured, and she sank, without a murmur
to his feet. There was slam OF a door, 8
whistle and rumble, and he was gone
He fled, base coward that he was, from
the creature he had stricken with death
blow in his brutal passion
This, then, was Violet Medring's sweet
revenge!
Poor Lucy was carried back to Mrs
Campbell's. For weeks and weeks hel
life hung in the balance, but Violet's ten
der nursing wooed her at length back tt
hateful existence. She never recovered
her former health, however, and her mint
was greatly shattered by that crue
stroke. She bore her burden patiently
for little over year, and one evening
as the sun was slowly sinking behind tn,
blossoming orchard, at the old homestead
she sank sweetly to rest in her totterin&
old mothers arms, breathing out, wit
her last sigh, word of forgiveness fo
the man who had ruined her young life
They dug grave beside that of he
fathers, who had died few months be
fore, and into it were lowered the remain
of John Archer's deserted wife.
Violet ultimately married Georg'
Steele, the lawyers son, and at the de
cease of old Mrs. King she brought W
Lucy's boy with her own children. Al
to John archer, how he lived and how HI
died, was never known.