The Ripley advertiser. [volume] (Ripley, Miss.) 1843-1897, 1881-05-07
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BY w. G, FALKNER.
BY w. G, FALKNER.
CHAPTER xXXIII,
lNGOMAR's STORY CONTINUED.


The great day came at last
the eventtuI day, which was to de-
eide the fate Of Miss BramIett.
Yes, the time was to determine my
own fate also; a day never to be
forgotten by me; because | knew l
could never be the husband of a
happy wife, unless Viola's limo.
cence could be clearly established,
Lottie had so completely lnterWo'
ven her own fate with that of Miss
Bramlett, that human Ingenuity
could never separate 'hem. 1t IS
not at all strange then, that |
should speak Of that day as an
eventual one. l had looked for
ward to it with indescribable In
patience and anxiety; trembling
with doubt when I thought of the
strong chain of evidence that would
he thrown round the unfortunate
girl. Buoyed with hope when Lot
tie would tell me there was no dan
ger, | did not sleep over two hours
on Wednesday night; ! rolled and
tossed on my pillow, impatient Tor
daylight to come, yet dreadlng to
see it. was up and dressed at the
earliest peep of dawn, pacing up
and down the floor with !everlsh
anxiety. The sun rose clear and
grandly beautiful, casting his
bright golden rays DER flower and
shrub. drinking the sparkling
dew.drops that hung on the droop-
ing roses and green leaves like
glittering diamonds. | raised my
voice and asked God TO be with US
on that memorable day | poured
out nv soul in earnest words OF
thanks to Him, who guides the def-
TIMES of men. | was with Lottle
before eight o'clock, and nay hopes
were multiplied when l beheld
the bright smile that played on her
beautiful face. These was a look
of confidence in her soft blue eyes
that plainly told Of the strong hope
that reigned in her mind She
was dressed with more taste than
usual though she was always ex-
L.
ceedingly neat in ker attire; but on
this occasion she had bestowed
more care than usual on her cos
tune. The dress was made oil
black velvet and fitted close up to
the throat, and a snow white collar
entwined her neck. The skirt
was smooth and unalorned with
flounces or ruliles. Long coils Of
golden hair were fastened in pretty
waves behind her head, on which
was a black hat, adorned with two
dropping plumes. She moved like
an empress, and my eyes followed
her wherever she went.
eddie" said Lottie as she fixed
her eyes on me, "what makes you
look so blue this morning? | de-
clare you look like you were IN
a funeral procession"
"Lottie, is your confidence IN
shaken? Do you have no fears as
to the resultg
"That's a yankee style Of an
swering questions, but nevertheless
l will answer you. / am full oI
hope and confidence. This will be
day OF triumph for US. What
time does the court open|
"At ten O'clock"
4S'Very good, it is time for US to
go TO The Jail, | wish TO have pri
vate conversation witKViola before
she goes to the courthouse. Is
the carriage ready3"
Eyes, ] saw it pass the window
Just now; it is at the front gate"
@All right then, let us 60"
When we arrived at the jail, Lot
tie requested me to leave her alone
with Viola until it was time to GO
TO the court house. Hooked at my
watch a dozen times in thirty min
utes; and paced UP and down in the
jail yard soliloquizing and eonject
uring as to the result Of the trial
A gentle knock sounded on tht
door Of Miss Bramlett's room, anC