The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1879-04-05

for the second time, his hopes Of wealth
Those letters he must have; those letters, as
the reader has heard him declare to Covell
Carries, he was determined to possess.
But let us return TO Charnley's tete.
Roslyn Waite soon pointed a richly dress
ed woman out to his companion.
"There is Yotelle Gwynn," he said. "Does
she look like a stubborn woman ?"
"No," answered Carries; "but mcthinks
can detect a certain frmness about the cor
ners of her mouth"
-" AYE, you have it, Covell," cried Waite
"when she said should not have those let
ters, her lips closed like the doors of fate
But am going to speak to her. The private
conversation OF a few moments is what
brought me hither tonight"
He left his companion, and soon stood face
to face with Yotele Gwynn, whose elegant
picture he had but lately dashed against the
wall. She received him with a smile, and
to the surprise of several guests-greatly to
Carries astonshment-he led her to the
tables. No gulf seemed to roll between the
twain they talked with but little reserve'
and silently left the viands for a sofa in one
corner of the spacious rooms.
Now, Roslyn Waite thought, was his time.
" Yotelle," he said, in a low tone al re-
turn with reluctance to the question Of my
correspondence. would not widen the gulf
between us. l would that 'twiXt you and
me there be peace, and that peace can be
gained only by the return of my letters"
He looked into her triumphant eyes while
he spoke, and for several moments after his
last word the silence remained unbroken.
She was seated very near him, with a
snowy arm resting on the back Of the sofa,
and her tapering fingers pressing her cheek.
"Those letters" she said, suddenly, as il
starting from dream. "Ah, had forgot
ten, Mr.. Waite you wish them, I suppose"
al desire them, Yotelle," he said quickly,
and with hope. care you going to give
them to me?"
"Now she said firmly. "Those letters are
where you can never reach them"
He bit his lip.
"Well, so be it, them" he said, harshly.
"You spoke some time ago about the penal
ty of the law of expiation. Am paying it
now?"
ono" And she smiled family, taunting-
ly. "Though the penalty has been pro
nounced, you are not suffering it. Your
time will come-is coming now"
"Well, let it come!" cried Roslyn Waite
with q sneer. "Yotelle Gwynn, have act
ed honorably in all that have done. When
| sought release, you accorded it, and gave
back the ring Now you refuse to return
my letters"
She did not answer him, but looked at the
merry parties across the parlor; and while
she gazed, he said goodbye" and turned
) away.
"What success ?" asked Covell Carles, as
the chagrined man joined him, with fash
ing eyes and clenched hands.
None at all I" was the quick retort. "Sht
, is as stubborn as ever. Now for the grape
t vine ladder!"
t "You are going to scale the walls Of hel
, fortress 2"
: al am. Matters are waxing desperate
= Before long am to marry Lillian, and thos'
, letters must be kept back. Yotele Gwynr
docs not know that have been addressing
| Lillian; but she cannot remain in ignoranet
of the fact much longer"
| "When do you make the attempt?"
, "To-morrow night. Covell, you will hell
l me?"
| 81 will, Roslyn," was the reply. ~ wan
to see you outwit that stubborn woman"
I A silent pressure of hands followed tn
e compact, and the twain separated, and join
2 ed different groups of Charnley's guests.
Yotelle Gwynn did not speak to Roslyi
e Waite again that night, She left the room
= at eleven, and was driven to her home sew
eral squares nearer the edge of the city.
The lgok of triumph still frightened he
eye, and when she reached her boudoir, sh
removed her rich garments, and put on al
evening wrapper. Then she wheeled chai
to her beautiful writing desk, from whicl
she took writing materials. and soon begai
to write.
i She covered pink billet with her deli
A cate chirography before she put the pei
9 aside, and the superscrPtion of the envelop
that received it, was, "Miss Lillian Calvert
l24s - street, Baltimore, Nd"
= 81 wonder who is going to win," she sal,
d with sarcasm, looking at the letter just di
). rected. "Mr. Roslyn Waite. when you frs
Y came to mo, thought you loved me, but
0 soon discovered that had raised false hope:
I. You wanted the Gwynn gold, which, thanl
h Fortune, you will! never touch. Then III
O terrible crash came" and here the girl smil
ed moaningly; "thenyou sought release, ant
d received 1t, then you sought a new golt
e mine, and found it in the city Of heroi
monuments You wantsome Of Gideon Cal
q vert's gold, but time will show if you get il
I You think Lillian Calvert loves you now
Roslyn Waite. Oh, how man. and woman
q too, can be deceived p
u nan an nOlF laleI HllellNe lelBAlSu tilouSA
c out Gordon Gwynn's mansion; its inmate
e were asleep.
:.
! The night that followed the next day wa
e admirably adapted to the success of certain
plans formed by Roslyn Waite and his com
d rade.
d "Let me but get the letters, no matte
,e how, aud she can DO her worst. Lila
s would not believe without them, and
a must either get them, or lose her and he
gold"
y Thus spoke Roslyn Waite that dark Nov
d ember night, as he left his house clad in
s. suit of clothes which had seen better days
SC lie wore cap that concealed hiS high fore
rs head, and his dark eyes peeped from be
ID meath the furry brim. On the street he me
N Covell Carles by appointment, and the twail
sprang into a carriage, and ordered the Je
re hu, half asleep on box, to drive them to