Morning journal and courier., 1883-12-27
FOR WOMAN'S LOVE.
BY MRS. soUTHwoRrn.
A BRILLLANT MATCH.
AUTHOR THE HIIl9zN HAND. ? sELF-alADE,' 2

tsWell, to think of 1t Why, remember Regulas Rothsay-or Rule, as we used to call him in them days-when he was little bit of fellow hardly up to ny knee, running about bare-footed and doing odd jobs round the foundry. Ahi and now he is elected governor of this State by the biggest major ity ever heard of, and engaged to be married to the finest young lady in the country, with the full consent of all her proud relations. To be married to-day and to be inaugurated tomorrow, and he only thirty two years old this blessed seventh of June! Well, well, wonders will never cease. But l tell you what. neighbors, such 8 thing could never happen in any country bat this"
 The speaker was little, hale old man of sixty years, with 8 bald head, a sharp face, ruddy complication, and, figure almost as twisted as yew tree, and about as tough. He was Silas Marwig, one of the foremenr of the foundry.
 "WelI, I don't believe ReguIas Rothsay would ever have risen to his present position if it had not been for his love of Corona Taught. No more do believe that Old Rockharrt would ever have allowed his beau tiful granddaughter to be engaged to Rothsay if the young man had not been elected gov elnor, with the prospect of reaching still higher honors," observed stout, Aorld-faced naatron of ffty-fve. 1T think you are about right in that, Mrs. Bounce" said MsrWig.
 "And how hard he worked for her! And how long she waited for him Why, re- member them both so well They were the very best of friends from their childhood ths wealthy little lady and the poor orphan l boy. She taught him to read when she was ! only seven years old and he was twelve. And 1 her naughty people no mora objected to her fancy for teaching the poor orphan boy to l read than if he had been dog she was train f ing to stand on his hind legs, so low and mean they thought hina, and so high and ] kbouaaa1vas And now fO think Of him!"
 ''Ay, ay; but what gets me, Mrs Bounce, | is the question why one of nly boys, or y0uTs, 1 couldn't have done the same thing, and been l an honor to us. My Sam and your Phil had 1 a heap more sense than that little fellow, and | a better education, too, to 6egE7a with Why l people ussd to say little RuIy was of his head when they found him boring over his | books every minute he could snatch from running errands Now, what ailed our sharp lads not to rise to honors, instead of keep 1 ing on working in Rockharrt < Sons foun- l dry? It's ElscKI That's what it is. Luck /" "Wen, no. I don't think it's luck, Mir. Marwig. It is gifts. Gifts are divers you | know. And as for me, think our hard | working lads are doing us honor. l think 1t is just as honorable to make steam engine \ as it is to make state cabinet. ! ''That is very true, Mrs. Bounce" sad young man, who was newcomer In the l neighborhood and one of the bookkeepers of ! the great firm But what wish to know l is this: How did that poor, friendlsss, or 1 phan boy get his education In such place l as this, tool"
 ''By hook and by crook, as the saying is, 1 Mr. Wall. I think the little lady taught him | to read and write, and she loaned him books. He left here when he was about thirteen years old.''
 Where did he go?" inquired the book keeper.
 ''He went to the city, and got into the printing office of The National WGtch. And 1 bright, earnest boy like that was bound to 1 get on He worked hard and he studied hard. l After a while he began to write short, teEES7ea paragraphs for the WGtch, and these at length 1 were noticed and copied"
 s'And after few years he became assist ant editor of thepapSr," suggested the young man.
 F'Yes. And by the time he was twenty five years old he had bought the paper out"
 And, of course, he made it such paper 1 as it had never been before. Quite power ! in politics, '' again suggested the bookkeeper.
 'tYou better believe 1t. reckon you know | as well as I do the power of the Watch" 1 "Oh, yes. And sec the rest. He was elected State representative, then State ssna tor.''
 s.Yes, indeed You've hit it. And now he is going to marry his first lovs to-day, and tG | { cIuded the nnatron, with 8 little chuckle. 1 s'Regulns Rotksay will never take his seal l as governor of this State," spoke 8 solemr voice from the thicket on the right of th' road along which the party were walking tG the scene of the grand wedding. Al tIis stertling speech instant silence fSl l upon the merry takers. I All turned to see strange form step ou from the shelter of the trees-e tall, gaun ! swsrthy woman, stern of feature and harsF l of tone; her head covered with wild, strag I eliog black hair; her body clothed in long 1 cIinging garment of dark red serge. 1 'It is Old Scythia, /" muttersd the natron | shuddering and shrinking closer to the sldt of the bookkeeper, for the strange creature was reported and believed by the ignorant and expectations of the neighborhood to be l a very powerful and malignant witch.
 "Regulas Rotnsey will never take his seat l as governor of this State!'' I As the beIdame repeated and emphasized these words, she raised her hand with pro 1 phetic gesture and advanced upon the group of pedestrians.
 "Now, then, you old crow! What are you up to with your croaking?" demanded MT. 1 Marwig.
 ITO warn you of evil so near, so awful, SC mysterious, that it's like has never happened before on this earth !''
 "The fend fly away with you, what do you mean by tt0t ?" demanded the fore man.
 'tREGULAs RoTHsAY WILL NEVER TAKE HIS SEAT AS GOVERNOR OF THIS STATE"
 The obstinate reiteration of these words put old Marwig into passion.
 f'Look here, Mistress Beelzebub! Do you know that you are a very lucky woman to live in land, and in an age, where not only may barefooted boy rise to the highest honors by talent and perseverance, but where 1 malignant old witch may torture and ter rify her neighboEs without fear of the duck l ing stool or the stake ?" he demanded.
 The beldame looked at him scornfully, and disdained to reply.
 ''Wait!" said stout dark, middleaged, blaok-whiskered man, Timothy R5land by name, and one of the managers of the ! ''works' by state. Wait, want to ques tion this miserable lunatio. She may have got wind of something. Tell me, old mother, why will not the governor-elect take his seat I tomorrow
 "Because Fate forbids it." solemnly re- piled the crone.
 "How is Fate to prevent it?'' ] "I don't know"
 ! "WilI the governor be-annrdered?'' He l whispered the last word.
 ''No! Regulas Rothsay has not an enemy l ia the world2'' exclaimed the beldame, as in scorn of the question.
 ''Will he be killed on the railroad?" l s'No!"
 ''Will he be kidnspped?''
 
 ''Win he be taken suddenly i'll? Too ill to | go to the State House?''
 'No! He never was ill in his life and never will be!''
 "What, then, in the 6end's name IS to pre-, l vent his taking his seat tomorrow" impa l tiently demanded the manager.
 ''Fete," solemnly replied the woman. ''You said that bsfore. But what form will fate take?"
 That of an evil so dire, so awful, so mys terious, that it's like never happened on thiE earth !''
 ''Eou said that before, alsc!" exclaimed the manager.
 'Arrest her! Arrest her, MT. Rylandl Shs ought to be taken and locked Up until she could be sent to the lunatic asylum l" ex claimed old Marwig. in some trepidation.
 q have no power to do so, my friend" re piled the manager.
 ''Why, where is she ?'' inquired Mrs. Bounce trembling. ''Who saw her go?'
 No one answered, but every one looked around. Not trace of the witch could b. seen She had passed like dark cloud iron | among them and was gone.
 ''She makes my flesh creep" muttered Mrs Bounce.
 ''Mine, too,'' whispered Ann Lang, tall thin, fair young woman, seamstress b1