Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1883-02-28

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recovering himself, greeted her with
manly dignity, presenting at the same
time his companion.
1 must be fond of sympathy be-
tween You two," said he, with sudden
dash OF bravado, ''for this" with a
eourtiy bow towards the fair wonderful
woman. rs one of my earliest friends.
and this Is my betrothed."
Ii would have been perfect. only lie
rather overdid the thing.
However, the beauty flushed with
vexation.
She was not used to having her vic
TINS fiaunt their freedom in her face.
ana TO make it worse, Marie, who was
only woman. although an exceedingly
nice one, could not help laughing a
iittie as she sped away, and her laugh
mad IN 1t more of malice than she was in
any wise aware of.
The days passed on.
The beautiful woman. who besides
her natural charms. had the added grace
OF Wldowhood, traIled her sombre splen-
dor all over the great country house
making other women look faded and
common place by comparison.
Mrs. Latrobe and her unpleasant baby
were well-nigh annihilatea.
Even pretty Marie DevolI seemed like
a wan field flower beside this gorgeous
Eastern lily.
Harry, to do him ju stice, shut his
eyes persistently.
lie was blind and deaf; but one night.
when Marie was indisposed. the widow
captured him.
IL was IN the great garden.
Ihe moonlight was enhancing, and
the red-hearted roses hung heavy with
dew.
Perfume, and night, and the wonder
ful woman held him spellbound, while
the perfect lips told HIM secret: a
little story-a something that changed
the current of his being.
The mad love of his youth-fought
against, dead, buried, vas In that hour
revived into a sudden and vigorous life.
The woman he had loved and hated
stood before him-tearful. spotless,
victim of uncomfortable circumstances.
A sufferer like himself-like himself,
wronged, deceived, betrayed.
For his sake she had borne uncom-
plainly the burden of unloving wife
hood.
Reconciliation had been the dream of
her widowhood, and he had met her
with scorn almost insult.
The man cried out against fate in
that hour.
This woman, who had been all the
world to him in the old days of his
honest youth, was more than that now.
In the flood of that terrible reaction
he would have sacrificed honor. truth,
life itself, for her, but she would have
naught OF him.
She had suffered, and in her heart and
life suffering had wrought its perfect
work of patience and contentment.
Now that she stood clean in his eyes
her desire was accomplished.
No other woman's heart should bleed
as hers had done-no other woman's
life through her be blighted.
Beautiful dissembleri
Perhaps tie sight of Marie might
have been safeguard to him in those
days, but she was quite i'll, confined to
her room, and with the perversity of
fate, steadily refused TO see MIN, and
the evil love grew and -four
ished.
One evening he and the widow were
alone in the room that opened out of a
tiny conservatory.
He threw honor to the winds, and the !
whether she would or no, was |
forced to hear burning words of passion
and mad love, and in the midst of the |
resistless torrent of his woe the door
opened and a man entered.
He was tall, massive, and grandly |
BEARDED Saxon giant, of herculean
mould.
He took in the scene in a moment, and
laughed.
"Oh Lura, Lura!
"Win you never have done with your
iolly?"
A great light famed into her face.
A sudden beauty flashed over 1t.
A smile like that might pave the way |
TO death for any man, and he walk glad |
y in it.
"Oh, Roy, RoyI" she cried, and rush
ng to the stranger, flung her perfect
irms about his neck.
s'Thls Is my husband" she cried,
my dear husbandp'
She loved this man.
You could not look in her radiant face
md doubt it.
.'Mr. Raymond, said she. 81 was
,nly redressing old wrongs, ana opening
blinded eyes.
'Never think agaih to fight woman
With her own weapons.
My husband and 1 will leave you
low, TO make your peace with your
Detrothed.
She is in the conservatory.
81 made sure of that before played
his little farce.
The stranger struck off the clinging
rms of his wife, and stepped to the
,ide of the dazed unhappy man.
81 will not offer you my hand" said
he. "because know that you had much
ather throttle me than grasp 1t.
81 cannot ask you to forgive my wife,
or / know that she must have done you
great wrong.
- Ill Is nOI tut Uici lll4sSs ~ "At4 AASSNt
ikely not be the last, and yet L love
Ter.
Suffer as you may, young man, you
10 not suffer alone"
Then he was gone, and his fair false
wife followed.
Mechanically Harry stepped through
he half-open door into the conservatory.
A bowed, crushed figure leaned agains
half-opened window. /
A dropping golden head, covered
ace.
That was the woman he had promised
q love and cherish until death.
He could not speak.
Softly. and ss though he touched the
,ead he stopped, and kissed her bright
,air and so he left her.
Early in the morning the married
v;dow and her husband went away.
He breatbed more freely, feeling that