The Russellville Democrat., 1881-09-08
This in answer to Guys interroeatory

This in answer to Guy's interrogatory look.
 "He's gone then, has he's
 The well.trained man manifested no surprise at the wkite, desperate face, or hoarse, restrained voice of his master.
 "Just gone, sir. Mrs. Ravensden or dered the dog cart for him."
 ''Yes, that's all right"
 And Guy walked on, half dazedly, to- ward the lovely room where he knew he would find her, and where he had re- solved to confront her with her with her sin.
 She was there just as he had expected, and in the dim light he saw her face was buried in her hands, and that on her dress lay picture, mans picture, he had no doubt. and Cyril KesteT.on's pie ture he could swear to without seeing, and his wife-his wife l--he set his teeth together-crying because her lover had gone.
 She did not near him until he was ss near that he topped and picked up the photograph, crushing 1t in his hand. Then she gave a little startled cry, and accustomed to the dusky shadows. he could see a vivid flush surge over her cheeks. And he remembered how he had often wished he might be able to bring just such 8 color to her face for loves sake And here, tho very first time, it was for shame's sake, and his in tluence, and her fear, instead of affec- ton.
 T was looking for you; wanted you" he said, tersely, even now wondering how he could say the words that would shut her out of his life.
 And l was wishing that you would come, she answered, in a strange low, thrilling tone. T wanted you, too. l had-l something to-let- you know"
 An he knew already; curses on Cyril kesterton's handsome facel And he crushed the picture in his furious grasp again.
 Do you remember once of hearing me speak ofry only sister, whom I had not seen since we were children? Well" and 8 rapid eagerness came in her voice, it seems So strange, Mir. Kesterton and she"-Guy started and shuddered-"have been engaged until lately, when some foolish estrangementaTose it was Addie's fault, l believe, from what 1 can learu1. and the poor fellow is heart-b-oken over it. He has prayed me to intereede for him with her; he has given me her ad- dress and her picture. Where did you lay 1t, tIuyP Only think, my own, own little sister. am so thankful And I told Cyril I thought l was sure he might hope after just a little"
 Guy had sat there listening with al- most fainting pulse, his brain reeling with rspturOus relief. but with an awful dylng sensation creeping over him, that at last, when she had done, she looked eagerly into his lace, to be terrified into alarm.
 What is the matter? You are i'll, and I have been thus thoughtlessly talking of things that do not interest you Guy, what IS the matter? Oh. my darling my darling don't die just when am begin ming to love you sol
 It was like a sudden elixir to him in the midst of that awful nervoas prostra- ton.
 Oracle. What! You love me So well as that?
 His voice trembled like a woman's, and Grace went down on her knees at his feet, her glorious face uplifted. her eyes indoTsing the story her lips uttered.
 .'Oh, l do. do! It has come to me like heavenly revelation. Oh, my hus- band, 1 thank heaven for the great joy that it has sent. Take me in your arms, Guy, and say My wife '"
 The sudden revulsion of feeling brought Guy Rayensden intense relief, and he si- lently folded his wife to his breast. The doubts and fears passed away, leaving in- tense rapture, and So out of the dense storm-clouds came the softest sunshine, out of awful anguish the chief blessing of Guy Ravensden's life.