The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1883-04-19

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they had been dainty rose-petals, show
cred upon her by the evening breeze.
for some strong, awful purpose was ma
turing in her lnind-an Overmasterino
passion that held her whole being in its
iron clutch. -.
She knew that to reach the right road
Olga Darlington was to cross the tiny
foot-bridge that spanned the little creek
nearer the house, and her whole aim
ceeded.
It was quite dusk as she buried down
the shelving banks of the little, roaring
crs sT6e miami. ~. o,s ~, .o....w -.
SAID to herself, excitedly; "They shook
and ratified when crossed them this
noon, and will make sure that OLGA
harrington SHALL come between me and
my lover no more!'
And as she crossed the little bridge,
she deliberately stopped, and with her
delicate hands tore up plank after
plank behind her, and tossed them into
the water with dull, splashing sound.
They were not large; but had they been
i've times their size. Juliet would have
torn them away from their Wondering
beams, so supernatural seemed her
''Therel" she said, half.aloud. "Long
ago, when was little child, man was
drowned at this very place, and I re-
member hearing the I'M say that the wat
er was deep, and I know the spot is
lonely"
And the next minute she was gone.
hurrying affrightedly away, as if some
insane horror were following upon her
footsteps.
Mr.. st. Laurens was waiting for her,
and same down the piazza-steps to meet
her:
you are late tonight, julie"
"Yes, KNOW" she said, as she push
ed her hair away from her forehead,
were the cold perspiration stood in
fast"
"And you lock tired and heated.
The long walk has been too much for
you. Come, sit on the piazza beside
me; l have q story to tell YOU"
"A story" she repeated, mechanical
eyes; about little Olga Darlington.
She is not widow, after all, julie"
Not widow, after ALP
No? And how do you suppose l
found it out? My cousin-you know
Hal-he wrote me from California; and
what do you think, Julie, but Hal is her
husband! You see, there Was some alb
surd Misunderstanding between them
almost before the honeymoon was over.
Hal always was hot-headed fellow, and
in this instance his absurd jealousy
made a'fool of him, and she, in her mas.
slonate anger, ran away and left him.
Somehow, he heard she was in this part
Of the country, and wrote to me about
her, and of course the moment read
his letter l knew that it was Olga. She
is the happiest little creature in the
world, to think he really loves her still,
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as . diplomatist, lady fair?"
His handsome countenance was fairly
radiant with pleasure as he looked into
Juliet's face. But she did not see the
gaze. Her own eyes, wide-open and d.
lated, were fixed on vacancy, and her
face was deadly white.
Merciful God in heaven, what had she
done? What, in the wild, unreasoning
of her jealousy, had she tried to do?
Was she a murderess? Was the red
mark of Cain upon her brow?
Had the wealth of a hundred worlds
been hers, she would have given it to
undo the work of those few mad min
utes on the lonely bridge. Yes, she
would have died in all the bloom Of her
youth, and hope, and beauty, to have
wired out that brief time in her life-to
have atoned for the wild remorse that
gnawed at her heart all through the slow
creeping hours of that dreadful, sleep.
less uiyht.
When she arose the next morning,
she looked as if an illness of months had
nosso6 Ovor hor hao
"How badly you look, dear" her SIS
ter said. II told you yesterday it was
too far to walk through the hot sun for
the ferns. And did you not know that
Olga did not come home last night
Strange, is it not?"
"S1range!"
And as Julie closed her heavy eyes,
and shrank, almost fainting, away,
seemed to her that she saw the beauti-
full mignOnne face lying among the ]eaty
stems and snowy petals, SO cold and still!
All, heaven! so long as she lived, that
face would haunt her waking or Sleep
ingr
And then she suddenly started up
from the strange. hysteric sleep that had
corue upon her as she lay upon the
lounge, more like dead than living
girl-started up at the sound of her SIS
ter's voice. and to see Olga Darlington
standing in the midst Of them, with
blooming cheeks and soft dimpling
smiles.
Il was afraid you would be alarmed at
my absence, but when l passed Red
gate Farm last night, the kind souls
there insisted upon my staying till
morning, it was so dark and the rain
was so near. And how lucky it was that
did! for when we got to the bridge this
morning, we found the thunder.shower
in the night had raised the stream and
washed away nearly all the rotten old
planks."
And then Julie arose, went to Olga.
and caressed her with a strong, tender
force that Olga could not understand.
"Oh, Olga, we were 80 frightened-so
frightened! Thank God-Oh, Thank
God, you are safe once more! Dearest
so glad-so thankful. think l am the
ipgp
And if ever woman spoke from the
bottom of q rejoicing heart, Julie Carr
did that moment.
The next week Mrs. Darlington went
out to San Francisco to join her husband
and month later Mr.. St. Laurens was
married to Julie whose unWonted gen.
tleness and sweetness rather astonished
all who knew her.
"Something has changed her very
much" her sister said.
But no one ever knew what that
something was that had wrought its
lifelong alteration on jules undisci-
pinned, passionate nature.-Ohio Satur-
day night.
Mr.. Stephens Dogs.
From the Cleveland Leader.
Alexander Stephens was fond of any