The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1880-04-22
THE PROPHECY FULFILLED.

blame because you are poor. am not
responsible because you can not keep
the rent going. 1t is very natural that |
should want my money, and | have al
ready borne with YOU longer than most
landlords would do"
Mr.. Carylon stood there straight and
stately, with features as accurate as if
cut in cameo, and sparkling blue
eyes, in whose DEPTHS fingered no single
CLEAN of mercy Or forbearance, while
diamond studs shone in his spotess
linen, and great ring of brilliants
caught the afternoon sunshine on its
countless facets.
"But is it true, sir" faltered the Wild
ow Bryan, "what your agent saws
that the little bits of furniture and the
bed my Michael died on are to be seized
for the trihe of rent"
II do not know what you call a
trihe," said Mr.. Carylon. "It is more
than year since you paid anything;
and what my agent says l fully sanction
and'uphold."
"And my Nelly fading into the grave
with a wearying cough? And the little
fatherless children crying out for the
bit and sup that l haven't got to give
them? Mr.. Carylon, you're rich gent
leman, with land and money, and they
say you're to marry the fairest lady that
the sun ever shone upon-have mercy
on us, as ye'd ask the Good Father to
have mercy on you in the time of
trouble. Wait little longer; I'll work
night and day To-"
He shook his head coldly, as he sprang
on the milk-white horse that had been
impatiently paving the ground and toss
ing its snowy name while the alteration
had been going on. =
81 have waited too long already" he
said. Further delay, / am convinced,
would be worse than useless"
Mrs Bryan shook her fist after him as
he trotted away down the bridle-path,
already obscured by the gathering
gloom of an impendent thunderstorm.
She looked not unlike some avenging
fury, with her iron-gray hair blowing
about her wrinkled face, and the fierce
light of anger glowing in her eyes, while
with one hand she held the folds of a
picturesque shawl about her bent and
aged form. ... ........
And with the moan of the rising wind
among the trees, and the patter of rain
drops on the foliage of the dense summer
woods, came the echoes of her shrill
voice:
"Aye, ride on, with your cay white
horse and your diamonds, Clarence
Carlyon; but Gods curses will follow
you. Yet can't ride away from them,
sir; not if you put thousand spurs into
his sleek sides. The curses of widow
and dying girl, that can't die in peace
for you and yours! It's true that we're
poor, and have no friends, but God sees
it all. Yes, you are riding straight on
to His vengeance? l can see it, though
you can't"
Instinctively Mr.. Carylon shook his
bridlerein, and shuddered. .... ...
The wind was chill among the sunless
forest aisles, and Selim, shying to one
side at sudden blood-white CLEAN Of
lightning, seemed as glad as his master
to get out of reach of the sound of the
old woman's infuriated execrations.
II am sorry ever bought that prop
erty," mused Mr.. Carylon, as he rode on
"It has been ten times the trouble it j.
worth. will tell Stileson to put ii il
the market tomorrow" -.
And then he resolutely put all thes,
unpleasantnesses out OF his mind, ant
began, instead, to think of Antoinett,
> Dunergue, the beautiful yonng French
heiress whom he was the next week II
, wed.
Miss Dunergue was staying at Holy
!, head Hall few miles beyond, where the
wedding was to take place, among he
! friends and relatives, for Antoinette her
, self was an orphan, with no settle
home.
a Artists raved about her pure, Madonn
like beauty. .@,.
Poets sang lyrics in her praise.
Even sober business men lost tbei
= balance, when exposed to the wondrou
. witchery of her melting velvet-blael
a eyes, and lustrous jetty hair, and ski
! like the creamy chalice of an Easter lii,
! And Clarence Carylon had won he
q away from them all.
: No wonder that his meditations wel
a very bright as he trotted On to Holy
:, head Hall, no wonder that neither thun
>, der nor lightning nor driving rain ha
i power to chill the warmth of his happ
: lover heart, .'
!, As he approached gloomy spot o.
a the road, where it took a sudden and al
a rupt tur n, among dark green thickets {
q laurel, Selim SHE'D again; so suddenl,
a this time, AZ nearly to unseat his ride
a And in the same instant, Mr.. Carylol
|, looking ahead to discover through tn
:, gloom of storm and tempest and owe
i arching woods, what it was that had star
!. led his usually trustworthy steed, fancie
i for one second that Antoinette Dune
n que stood on the turn of the road all
4 white, with floating jetty curls, and
stalk of white lilies In her hand.
Only for second, however.
}. The rush of sheeted rain dissolved th
n shadowy fancy the next minute, and !
d saw thai the stalk Of lilies was only ii