Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1883-08-16

Of turns, Mr.. Oliphant, I've not set the
time of telling my secret any too soon, y
he said to himself.
Mrs. Oliphant shrank at her husband .
approach. 81
''Shivering, Rose? 1t is too damp
out here with nothing around you"
The painful grip upon her heart re-
Taxed. Not yet, oh. thank Heaven!
was the hour of her doom.
"Powern' she cried out next instant.
sob, my husband, what is it?'' )
He wavered little in his walk, and
a mortal pallor had overspread his face.
''I-Quest has been telling me some
thing strange. He thinks Harrington
saw the-the nurse. He came down on
the train-Launt did-and met lady
at the station. Harmon thought it was
you, and l came to ask, but of course
he was mistaken
He spoke in an uncertain, dazed way,
which alarmed her more than his looks.
Power - she cried out again.
What Is the matter with you? Is it
what he has been telling you that has
made you ill?'
III suppose No; don t know.
l do feel little queer. but my head has
been in a whirl of and on all day. It's
touch of my old vertigo. but I'm get
ting better of it out here in the air.
Rose, do you know, / really hope Far
rington has got hold of the truth? It's
only a question of time. in my opinion,
till one or the other of those two gives
us away. / cant understand though,
why he shouldn't have come here at
Once.n
He was turning away. -
Don't go back, Power. Stay here
with me-
Il promised Quest. He had some
thing more to say
cit is sure to be something unpleas-
ant. Let it wait until morning. Stay.
Power, plcase-' =
He looked down upon her smilingly.
The healthful color was coming back
into his face; the undecided manner, SO
strange to him, had gone.
almost thou persuadcst me, tempt
ress. Altogether, then. | am not in
the mood for anything more unpleasant
tonight Rose" his voice changed,
. something as we stand here brings
back that morning seventeen years ago
when | rode away and left her with so
little thought that l was never to see
her again. Poor little Rose!'' ~.
The sigh was for that lonely grave
in that far-away land. She had slipped
her hand into bis arm; she pressed it
close now. There had never been any
jealousy of that first wife in her heart.
He went on after a little pause:
Il wonder, sometimes, how it would
have been had she lived. l can not
imagine her-pure. tender child that
she was.---ever growing dear to me as
YOU have been 1t is well that the
power of directing our own lives 2isnot
given into our own hands. How little
we know that from our greatest sorrows
may spring our greatest Joys. I am not
given to fancie>, usually, butI ana If
clined to be fanciiul tonight. 1T seems
in some manner different from whath s.
gone before, and from what is to come
after in our 1ives.'
They lirigercd while, the dusk fell.
talking but little, then Power reused
himself with shake and a laugh.
Come, Rose. / think we have both
been in drcam-land together. You will
be chilled to the marrow with this heavy
dew. 1t is my fault, but you will have
the penance to bear in the shape of a
bad cold tomorrow. 1t is the way of
the world that one person shall suffer
for auother'S sins"
II wonder if you can forgive me,
Power. when you are called upon to
suffer for my sins?'' she said, in a low
tone.
Il think l can safely promise that"
He was turning to go, but she still de-
tailie,. him.
TO BE CONTINUED.