Iron County register., 1883-06-07
CHAPTER U.-CONTINUED.

CHAPTER II.-CONTINUED.
'He says a thousand times worse,''
broke, with painful Indignation, from
the elder man. '.But no need to repeat
what he says; YOU know it all, unless it
is that she broke her plighted trOth to q
man as bad as herself, when some in
comprehensive whim impelled her to
turn your infatuation to such account.
1t is fact so well known, Killuth says,
that sporting men there are laying bets
two to one that Varick will have her
back within 4 year. God grant that he
may, say l, from the depth of my
heart. Surely, Rodney, your own self
respect will demand that you put that
woman away and procure divorce
from her at once"
Rodney had listened sullenly. with
downcast eyes. He had expected some
whispers to follow to his far Northern
home, but not the whole, barren truth
more than the truth, he believed.
''Mr. Sangerford," he cried, hotly,
-'you insult me by making me listen to
such unfounded tales. believe in my
wife as thoroughly as if she had been
brought up in Fifth avenue palace,
and was ignorant, as I'll swear she is
innocent, of every faint of voluntary
wrong. / did not come here to-day to
argue this matter, or to justify the step
1 have taken, but to transact the busi-
ness which remains between us
This was mere matter of form con-
nected with the rendering of Rotlney's
accounts into his own hands. 1t was
soon over. Then. as the young man
rose to 60, an embarrassed flush came
into his cheeks.
''Mrs. and Miss Sangerford are well?"
he asked. Il may have forfeited all
claim upon their kindness, but-but my
interest and gratitude must remain"
''They are not in the city, said the
merchant. curtly. "If that is all, good
morningr'
S And Rodney went out, feeling as he
{ had not felt before. that he, too, had
severed all links between past and pres
ert-
q This was Mignon's first day alone
since her marriage. 1t had seemed to
her that it would be a long, long day,
but the morning slipped away us she
sat at the piano, playing. soft melodies
that were in accord with her dreamy
thoughts. The long windows were wide
open; only the tilmy lace draperies
waved between her and the sunny slope
that stretched down to the river.
''And they wonder that | should
choose this" she said to herself, as her
hands fell away from, the keys. and
some contrast between this simple cot
tage and her late luxurious home struck
her.
"Very pastoral, very charming! A
rustic Eden, complete, now, since the
trail of the serpent is over it all
She whitened as she turned slowly to
ha
that had been skimming the river since
early dawn had been anchored below at
at the wharf. Just outside the window
. was tall man, with silky black hair
curling about his swarthy, handsome
face, with black eyes sweeping the
small parlor, settling in a look, half
masterful, half ferocious, upon her re-
sisting face. He sat down on the low
window-sill, easily reached from with
out, and dropped his hat to the floor.
"Varica
"Sweet welcome in that tone,'' said
Varick, throwing his head back with a
laugh. ..Come over here to me, my
Princess holding out his hands.
Quivering from head to foot, she
arose. but not to obey.
The time has gone by when you
could command me,' she said, calmly,
in spite of the agitation that was shak-
ing her. Your power over me, such
as it was, is broken. You can do your
self no good by coming here; me no
sharm." -sssss -
sand she is quaking like a frightened
bird while she says it." cried Varick,
with anothe,1aughF ..'Are You coming,
! La June A., What, You will not? Then.
sweetest Mignon, let me tell you that 1
have backed myself for fifty thousand
dollars to bring you again to my feet"
e,s.sI am not afraid Of YOU
"No!n burst from him in a savage
tone. ssYou and your precious father
think you have tricked me good. Well,
weoshall see. Mrs. Variek-that-was-to-
have been. Mrs. Variek-that-is-to-be."
...How dare you," cried Mignon. with
an, ominous flash in her eye; show
dare, you bring that promise back to
me?'' D.
- "You can't deny that you gave it, you
know"
Glance met glance now, with steely
CLEANS.
..When I was mere child of sixteen;
when, in my book-fed folly, 1 fancied
because YOU were handsome and auda-
c;ous and wicked that you were hero
"a Monte Christie whose wrongs justi-
fed YOU in wrong-doing-when you
propGsed reform and all things good and