Iron County register., 1882-04-13

Know naught about gentlemen,u 2
she answered, half sarcastically; sbut 1
can't believe in your remembering such
as me long" s@ - -. = = -fFi.e !.
Mary, I don't ask you to love me,
remember. You have only to marry me.
At least your life won't be worse than
it isl
9 It can't be muck" !" she said, under
her breath; 'ssoniy I'm 10th to leave--the
Think all it means-freedom from
care, for you, for your mother
"Hushi" she returned, fiercely
''that's what she's put into YOU Don't
make me do like that. VIII it make you
happy 7-even if can't love you? '-Hv .
Yes" he answered in a tone. that
had, however, no elation in ;9''it is my
only chance.s '4sassS 'S 1is'
&c Then take me if you will,'' she
cried, putting out her hands, ssaad never
say [ played you false. My hearts dead,
but what's left of me is yours, though
it's not worth your STOPPING to pick out
of the gutter.'' gglsxSss ~3ze
He took her hands and pressed them
to his heart, but something in her pre-
vented him from trying to kiss her. She
was hard, and his mood was chilled.
In few days Vincent returned to
London to make preparations for his
wedding. Before he left Penruth he
gave Mary's mother notes for $50, that
she might make some changes in her
way of living. at once. The woman who
could not shed a tear for her bitter past
cried over the money. In week a box
arrived from London for Miss Trevar-
roch full of dresses, linen and cambria
tit for lady. Mary tossed them over
with scorn. ssMy price," she said, bit
terly, to her mother; che might have
waited for that. I'm no pauper, and
and [ hate 'em.'i With these last words
violently spoken she broke out into a
storm of sobs and tears. All the grief
she had gone through had but seldom
drawn tear from hers.
But her heart told her she was un-
grateful, and to please Vincent she put
on the plainest dress he mad sent to
welcome him in. He caught her to his
breast with rapture. 1t seemed to him
that being absent from her brought her
wonderful beauty more wildly home to
him each time. Cold as she was she
set his ardent blood on fire. He put
ring on her finger as they sat together
on the rocks. Mary looked at him, then
at the ring, and then she laid her hand
on the back of his. ssLook there, sir,''
said she, with curious smile, ssdid you
ever see anything look worse? There's
my hard brown hand, poor woman's
working hand, with a fine lady's ring
upon it. 1t only makes it look hornier
and uglier. Please to take it off; jewels
on me look like blue satin furniture
would in our kitchen. I'd rather not
wear it, thanking you all the same.''
'sYOu are right" Vincent said, quiet
ly, drawing off the ring. iss'The dear
hand does not need it.; plain gold
circle will look better.'' And he kissed
the third finger, which he stripped of its
ornament. s
At the moment he kissed her hand he
felt it suddenly twich with a kind of
convulsive movement which released it
from his. Mary had risen to her feet.
Her face was CHASTITY white; her eyes,
wide open, were filled with terror. Vim
cent following them saw that they were
fixed upon boat which was nearing
the shore. A man in a sailors dress
with red cap was in it. Vincent
thought that the boat came from brig
which was anchored mile or two out.
He had scarcely time to form a collect
ed thought when Mary uttered cry-it
hardly sounded like q human voice,
more like the scream of wild bird
"Come back, come back from the dead
to curse mel" These words some
how shaped themselves. AS the boat
grated on the shore, she turned, flung
up her arms, and rushed away up the
steep cliff path as if she. were pursued
by the furies. Vincent had no manner
of doubt who il was. 1t was the mag
nificent figure of young Hercules that
leaped out and hurried toward him
with blue eyes af1ame with passion,
which turned the ruddy brown of his
face curious gray-perhaps six feet
three in height, certainly not less.
Leaving Vincent, he leaped up the
rocks of his own familiar shore, in pur-
suit of the girl who had fled from the
awful vision, as she believed of her dead
love. He stumbled over something, and
looking down, he saw that it was a
woman lying insensible-a mere heap
of clothes as it seemed at first, but
STOPPING and turning her, he saw Mary
Trevarroch's face with closed eyes and
white parted lips. Will gathered her to
his bosom with sudden change from
passionate anger to passionate tender
ness, rocking her in his arms, trying to
warm her lips and cheeks with kisses.
When her eyes fluttered open they fell
on his.
"Will,'' she said, family, but smiling
as if she, had awoke in Heaven, " is it
you or your ghostP'' .r,g..ss.lg.5 s.ffsE
"Me-my living self-darling of my
heart. Mary, who shall part us?. You
don't love any one but mep God surely
never brought me back-the only one
of the crew-for that. You're nay lass
still-mine!n asaatY~@k4 Il +.
The words brought remembrance
which the first anguish of her joy had
blotted out. She sat up and put her
hand to her head-it was the hand Vim
cent had kissed few minutes ago! She
looked at itstrangely, and, rising to her
feet, tried to move without Wills help,
but her limbs failed her, and she leaned
against the rock, little turned away
from him. Will stood and looked at her
with q eI1riOnc rnivt,1ra of 1--we and