The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1879-04-05
A STUBBORN WOMAN
OR,
THE LAW OF EXPIATION.
BY CAPT. CHARLES HOWARD.

Well, what are you going to do about it =
"What can dop' She is the stubborn
est woman you ever saw Athousand time
have l cursed the day when first l me
her."
"That is true, Covell they invariably
like worthless ours, come home to kennel
If | could but get certain letters out of hel
hands, l might laugh at her threats, ant
mock her ou!bursts of passion"
"Where are they hidden, RoslynT
Somewhere in her boudoir, believe
We're in the chamber few minutes,
could unearth them"
"Then why don't you enter, and forever
rid yourself of the wiles of stubborn wo
man?"
Undoubtedly she keeps the door wei
locked"
"But the window-the window among
the vines, boy. There a scaling ladder has
been planted lor you by nature, and with
ease you can possess yourself [of the treas.
ure."
"I'll do it, if she doesn't listen to me thi.
night at Charnleysl will talk gentlemanly
to her, saying that the gulf between us can
never be crossed, asking dispassionately fol
my letters"
81 wish you success, Roslyn. If she re.
fuses to accede to your demand, you will
try the means have suggested ?"
81 will l will for must have my let.
ters, if get them in the shadow of crime p
" Did you eyer love her--I mean Yotelt
Gwynn?"
For moment the man addressed looked
astonished into his companions face.
"Didn't ever tell you about it, Covell p
he asked.
"No."
" Yotelle Gwynn's father was rich when
first encountered her; and she being an on.
ly child, there was, you see good chance
to make money. l embraced it. went tc
the old family mansion, and was welcomed
as the Coming man." l made love to Yo
telle, and she promised me her hand. Weeks
months passed away, and from distance
wrote her scores of letters, filled with pro
testations of undying devotion. Last nigh
our marriage was to have taken place; but
as you know, Covell, it did not made
discovery that changed my mind. OF latt
Gordon Gwynn has invested in London in
surance stocks, and the Investments hav,
proved ruinous. There are few persons il
this country who know his true condition
| know it. He stands tonight on the verg
of bankruptcy the hurricane of ruin will
sweep everything from him. When hearl
of this" continued Roslyn Waite, with
cunning look, 81 sought release from my
marriage engagement. found Yotelle a
home, and when l requested freedom, sh
gave me the ring, saying, "Roslyn Waite
this ring has long been burden to me, for
have discovered that you never loved me-"
"Did she say anything about the letter
! then ?" asked the narrator's companion.
81 did not ask for them them" was tn
reply, "But when, week later. sough
the missives, she flushed and put her foo
firmly on the floor, saying madly to me
"No! Roslyn White, you haven't none.
enough to buy those letters. They shall in
ilict upon you some day the penalty of tn
, law of expiation." Thus the matter stands
: Covell. want the letters l have game,
the heart of Lillian Calvert. l have swori
to her that never told other maid that
loved her. Yotelle's letters give the lie +
, , this they would cause Lillian to turn fror
me, and will lose a wife and two hundre
thousand dollars"
And the speaker, grating his teeth, almo:
sprang at a picture on the wall. 1t was tn
portrait of beautiful but proud -lookin
girl, richly dressed and admirably executed
3 A heavy glass covered the picture, and tn
whole was encased in heavy gilt frame, OF
namented with leaves and buds of gold.
Before it Roslyn Waite halted a momen
: and curse fell from his lips. Then he tor
2 the portrait from its fastening, and with
maddened look, drew back as if for a th .ov
. "Don't Roslyn /" cried Covell Casies, d
. vining the angry mans intention, "Spai
I her picture Spare"
1 He ceased, to dodge for the beautfl
; ; work of art narrowly missed his head, an
j was dashed into shapeless mass against III
wall.
"There, Yotelle Gwynn!" cried Wait
looking at his mad work --"therel I've crusl
ed the semblance Of your face and form, an
, I'D crush the real were they here t,
z night. You shan't battle Roslyn Waite, b
e beinga stubborn woman tell you am t.
), much for such frail creatures as yoursel
When you cross my path, you cross the pat
Z of a serpent that can sting, if needs be,
the DEATH"
4 Then without another word he stoope
over the broken picture, aud cast it into Il
fire that blazed in the CRATE.
oven go to Charnley's now, Covell," l
3 said. "sho is going to be there; wouldn
miss the supper for the world"
A few minutes later the gas was hurniu
' low in Roslyn Waite's room, and he an
Y Covell Carries were being driven through Il
city in an ele CANT carriage. Leaving Il
business portion of the metropolis, the ca
8 riage soon entered the domains of the wea
+ thy, and before an expensive residence II
4 wheels ceased to revolye.
1 Then the men alighted, and were ushert
4 into a suite of parlors ablaze with light, eu
3 thronging with people. Their entran
created quite furore among Mr., Charnley
z guests, and they were the recipients Of
q noticeable reception.
Charnley, as he was famliarly called
4 all who knew him, and by some who d
not, was a Biase man Of the world. Ooca
ionally he gave tetes, to which only tho
who had the eHtrce into aristooratic crcl
!. were admitted. He was the personal frieT
= of Roslyn Waite, and always included bi
y, in his list Of invitations.
u, Roslyn Waite had truthfully told his To-