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.
(ane accompanied the newly married
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 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; s: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, hope?"
s'No"
There was 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
1sI 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
face, and bent down to touch the lips.
"Great God!'' he suddenly exclaimed,
starting back with an indescribable look
"Whose trick is this?''
''Miss Medring had something to dc
with it, sir,' said Jane with sneerine
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 hac
blanched to sickly hue; and Jane, her
self, trempled as she saw that dreadful
scowl deepening upon his features. Sh'
feared what was coming, and she tried t.
draw poor Lucy-it was, indeed, hi
former toy that Archer had married tina
night-out of the reach of that furiou
anger. 1t was too late. With ter
rible curse, he drove his great fist full
into the face of the girl he had SO deepl,,
injured, and she sank, without a murmul
to his feet. There was slam OF door,
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 swee
revenge!
Poor Lucy was carried back to Mr.
Campbell's. For weeks and weeks he
life hung in the balance, but Violet's ter
der nursing wooed her at length back t
hateful existence. She never recovere
her former health, however, and her min
was greatly shattered by that crue
: stroke. She bore her burden patientl
for little over year, and one evenin
as the sun was slowly sinking behind th
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 ft
the man who had ruined her young lif
They dug a grave beside that of he
, fathers, who had died a few months b.
:. fore, and into it were lowered the remain
of John Archer's deserted wife.
, Violet ultimately married Geore
:. Steele, the lawyers son, and at the d.
; cease of old Mrs. King she brought u
Lucy's boy with her own children. A
to John Archer, how he lived and how h
! died, was never known.