The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1881-05-11

ment stunned by this abrupt an
nouncement. Then she said slowly.
and in q dazed manner:
'You are going TO Europe; and
I?n
and YOU" with bitter sarcasm
why, you, perhaps, viii remember
me better during the coming years
than you haye during those that
have passed ?
She looked at him in dull amaze
ment, repeating slowly 10 herself in
q strained unnatural tone
Going 20 Europe. Going to Ed
rope
lie interrupted her apatienily,
hastily.
Il see | must refresh your memo
~. Christine Cannell siost people
will think wlal ! have done and
am going to Go is iendish; ! know
better 1t is an ct Of mere justice,
the sequel to ac arming little conc
dy enacted SIX summers ago among
the Connecticut hills. Do you re-
member, nay dear Miss Camel,
with bitter laugh, ''the poor day
laborer, as you were pleased to
term him, with whom you amused
yourself during the idle summer
days nearly six years ago? DO yon
remember how you aroused his love,
and how, in turn, he sued for yours
All see YOU begin TO recollect
Does my name recall 70 your la!nd
now al unpleasantepisOde connected
with it? Do YOU rccolleet how you
treated the poor farm laborer's hon
4 est avowal OF his love for you2 Do
Won remember how you scorned and
spurned him; how you called him
( brute and driveling fool how
YOU declined life with him OF car
ro,s and iurnips, and patchwork
quilts and rag carpets, as You pict-
uresquely put it? Ar. you do re
member now, / see you do"
"0h, Carl spare me, spare me-
she moaned in agony.
spare you; did YOU spare Int
then, madam? When ! was on my
I bended knees before you TO listen Il
an explanation from me; when
promised YOU q name, riches. love
everything 4 man holds dear, die
you spare me?"
"0h. my God, my God, he has nc
mercy? Carl, YOU win kill me.
shall go raying mad If you contin
ne"
~Ah" he sncercd, 1T Is nv turn
now, madam. You did not know
the poor laborer was a man OF wealtl
working quietly, patiently, day afte
day, in search OF that greatest o
1 boons. good health. You woulC
not listen to my explanation then
I by heavens YOU shall hear me now :.
He looked at her for a momen
without saying a word, asif gloatin,
over his present triumph. while sh'
shiyered beneath his gaze as if sTick
en- with ague. Then she murmur
ed, with trembling lips:
why did you not tell me OF you
true position at first? Why did yol
leave me in ignorance Of your sta
ton ?"
Simply, madam" he replied, bit
terly, because / wished to win you
heart and not your hand. You saw
! fit to make plaything of me anC
cast me OF. Even then my poo
deceived love triumphed over ny
reason. and | tried to make YOU un
derstand, tried to buy you, but yoJ
would not hear me. You said yol
told gold by its glitter. Very well
( | banished myself to Europe ioi
/ four years. and then returned to wiz
what little heart YOU have, to be
come your afiianccd husband. Wa
not the finger of fate in all that
You had not forgotten comepletell
the mierable man whom you hat
crushed.
All, Christine Cannell, my nature
is an evil enc. / am a true love
and a hard hater, and | hate yoI
bitterly tor the insult you put OF
my manhood / detest you so thor
oughly for your false, heartlesi
character; despise you so cordial
ly for your lack of all that is woman
ly that | wonder how | could have
the patience to perfect and carry
out this just retribution-for know
that you love me, know that for The
first time your cold heart has fell
/ the nearest approach to the divine
passion of which it is capable; and
/ glory in the thought that am tho
instrument OF Furnishing you for The
scores Of manly hearts You have
broken by your abominablc siren
WAYS and manners.
The poor women sat huddied in
her chair, limp, almost inanimate
the moon shedding its cold rays full
upon her white despAiring face
From time to time she moaned, al
most inaT,iculately.
Carl, you are killing me, killing
mew
Chapman laughed hosrscly.
killing youl' he exclaimed
Did you ever think of how yor
killed, murdered the best and pures
Of my passions-my love? Did yor
ever think of how you emptied my
4 heart of its warlnest feelings, and
filed it with black. bitter. nissan
thropical hate; And you talk Of my
killing yOul Christine Cannell. men
may say that / have only worked
out my revenge upon a woman,
they may say that it Is unmanly
less than human; but you know in
your heart of hearts, you only know
too well, that you are but receiving
Justice. You know that you hay,
wrecked my life as completely as
you have done the others.
'Do you see this ?" lac continued
drawing a glove from his pocket
"you once wore this, and the las
time it left your hand was upon .
beautiful September day six sum.
mers ago. "You threw it from yor
with these words:
81 cast you from my mind as ]
90 this gloye, and viii forget you ~
soon.'
"Ah, you remember it now. Well