Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1882-09-08

crept over her as she recognized In them
Roger Fenwick and his bitter enemy,
Edward Ord. Foes yor fears, at school,
in the arena of political life, their rival
ship. intensified by the bitterness Of q
family feud, handed down from generation
to generation.
Well might the young girl tremble at a
rencountdr between them. Their voices
reached her ears and there was a ring OF
hot ire in her guardians tones as he or
dered his companion to quit tho spot or
else he would throw him over the bank.
A few fierce words were interchanged and
then Roger Fenwick's arm was raised
high in the air and blows fell in rapid sue.
cession. She hid her face to shut out the
horrible sight, and when she raised her
head again the combatants were no longer
in view. "a thick screen of shrubs inter-
vened and him them from her sight, but
she heard dull heavy splash in the
waters beneath, and few minutes after
saw Roger Fenwick walking slowly back
towards Morecombe Court.
A nameless terror seized Ruth. She
knew not how long she stood spell-bound
on the fatal spot, gazing, as if in a trance,
upon the high cliff with its trailing, SER
pent-like vines. The chill air of the even.
ing warned her that might was coming
on and turning, she glided ghost.ik
through the mist, unconscious Of all
around her 49, not noticing the curious
glance workman, who was passiny, threw
upon her deathly white face.
As she dragged herself YEARLY up the
broad steps, that led to tho portico at
Morecombe, she found herself in the
presence of her guardian, who, with far
away look in his cold gray eyes, stood
leaning against ono of the rOse-entwined
pillars. He started at the sound Of her
step, and turning towards her, said fret
fully:
"Ruth. 1 wish you would no. stay
out SO late. Where have you bcen?"
81 was down at the bridge, Mr.. Fen
wick" she answered, raising her eyes to
his, expecting to sec some change pass
over his face but in this she Was disap-
pointed. His features were perfectly
calm as he said with half a smile:
The bridge has an attraction for you
of late, Ruth. l must admit, however, I
do not altogether approve of the long
etc-a-tete held there this evening. Tryst
ing places, believe, went out Of style
with tho shepherds and shepherdesses.
Theyolng ladies of our present unromantic
age are expected to entertain wandering
youths in the drawing-roo
His light bantering tones were to Ruth
the refinement of cruelty. She ga zed
horror stricken at him. Had she fallen
asleep on the bridge and been dreaming
Could he whom she knew SO long, so
loved, SO venerated, be guilty of his black
crime, and yet be SO calm, was the thought
that flashed like an arrow of fro through
her brain.
"Why, child, how whito you are,'' lie
exclaimed as he caught glimpse of her
face. Are you ill? You arc trembling
like an aspen leaf"
How gentlo his voice grew, rs taking
her hands in his he tenderly placed her in
a chair and bent anxiously over her, not
seeing how she shrank from his touch.
"There is nothing the matter, only,
only-oh, Mr.. Fcnwick, you know"
Il know what, Ruth? only know for
tho last two hours you and Jasper Ingram
have been lingering on the bridge, trying
your futures l suppose, by floating flowers.
each with a hope unsaid, on tho stream. l
believe that is the approved way of divin
ing the future in loves young dream.''
"God grant no shallops freighte6 with
hopes of mine went down that strcam."
she replied bitterly.
hope not. never want your hopes
to float beyond the old homo here. I told
you would wait patiently, Ruth, but at
the sight of your troubled lace to night a
great fear has seized my soul. Ruth,
Ruth, did you answer me as You did last
night, because Jasper Ingram has won 2"
Az, the last words fell from his lips, the
young girl sprang impetncusly to her feet,
maddened almost with rage and grief and
at her Intellectual efforts to make him uu-
derstand Sho had witnessed that evenings
crime. To have him speak to her of his
love, while tho blood of his victim was
yet now upon his hands, seemed a night
mare, and it was with horror she blo
from his OBTAINING hand and passing like
a flash of light, disappeared through the
oalen door.
on amazement, that Roger Fenwick gazed
hall it was as if a great Joy and light had
hour he had never thought of her, but as
a part of his own life. A helpless child,
her dying father had placed her
and beautiful! with her winnins
ways and winsome mien. When he
had told her, she was all to him and found
as he thought, her heart an unopened
flower, he mover dreamed, that tho sum
beams of another love had crept beneath
its petals only that she was too young,
too shy, to read her own heart Alright. In
life, to him, there had been " no such
word as fall" and he smilingly mused as
no gazed in the future, he saw this fair
girl his bride.
"I'll wait" he had said, but, tonight
he had read in her white scared face that
Jasper Ingram had won that 1--we which
he blindly trusted in time would be his
He saw not tho agony of pityins love and
fear-the honor and misery writ en-
there.
To be continued.
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