Weston weekly leader. [volume] (Weston, Umatilla County, Or.) 1878-189?, 1885-06-19

SeJ my teetH HaEu toSetHcT, auu
something compelled me to stand still
and listen. His voice went on csldly:
$50, Mile, have concluded that it
would not be expedient to n,arry--in
your feeble health; for--oh, Ged! it
would be agony unspeakable for me to
be left alone just when would be ac-
customed to my great happiness. It is
better for us, therefore, Millie, to-to
-
He hesitated. He had the grace to
search for word with which to break
TIE crushing blow. She glanced into
his face with wild; frightened eyes.
s'You would not give me up, Edgar"
she gasped, brokenly; ''surely-surely
You would rever do that?'
He bowed his head.
''It is the best for both of u.s." he said
slowly.
To the day of my death I shall never
forget the look in her eyes--like
stands with the knife appraised. A
haunting, pathetic look is with me
yet.
She sank back among the cushions of
the chair, pallid and painting, both
hands pressed to her heart, and from
her lips tiny stream of blood oozed
slowly.
| could bear no more. 1 dashed into
the room and caught the child in my
arms and pillowed the dear head upon
the only heart that really loved her.
''You nave killed her!'' 1 painted madly
turning excitedly upon Edgar, who
stood near, pale and terrified at the un.
expected effect of his words. ''You
have killed her! repeated wildly
'sLeave my house, Edgar Devereaux,
and, remember, if this child dies. you
are her murderer
He tried to touch her hands, but I
waved him back, and so he went away
and was alone with my darling.
She was very i'll after that, and weeks
passed before she arose from her bed,
SO fragile that she looked like spirit.
Edgar Devereaux had gone away
neither knew nor cared whittier. When
Millie was able took her to drive one
day in my pony phaeton. The first
person we met was MFR. Hosmer; he
drove with US and afterward returned
home in our company. was glad to
see him. | knew that Millie must have
something to arouse and attract her, or
she would die.
Well, the result of the many visits
raid us after that by Mr. Hosmer, who,
of course, had learned that the engage
ment was thing of the past now, was
a repetition of his offer of marriage. 1
reminded him of the child's feeble
health; he argued that winter in Italy
or Southern France might restore her
entirely; certainly, it was worth trying.
He loved her, that was the secret of it..
and Edgar Devereaux' love was not
worth this mans.
| But Millie only shook her head She
did not, could net love him, she said,
| for her heart was with that other man
| who was not worthy of her. But as
time went by, and Mr.. Hosmer's deli
cate attentions never ceased, she seemed
to relent; and one fair September day,
she told me that, if he were willing to
take her without leve-only respect.
and esteem, and affection-she would
| be his WIFE
In my heart I knew that the child
was sacrificing herself to please me, and
to make happy the true heart that
loved her.
There was something which warned
me that she would never love any other
man; but l knew that Mr.. Hosmer
would make her happy, and argued
myself into the belief that she weuld
soon love him as devotedly as she had
ever loved Devereaux; so l used all my
influence in Mr.. Hosmer's behalf. And
enc day the promise was made. They
were to be married at once and 90 Is
Italy fer the winter; l to accompany
them.
The wedding-day dawned "a lovely
autumn day. The ceremony was t.
take place at home at neon, and tn.
house was beautifully decorated. Al
arch of white flowers had been erected
in the center eff the room, under whicl
the ceremony was to be performed
Millie had gone up to her room to dress
I was to join her in half an hour.
was all ready for the festive occasion
and was passing through the rooms be
low before the wedding guests shout
begin to arrive, inspecting the decora
tions and arrangements, when all of
sudden felt my heart sink low in 70
breast, and cloud-a black, angr.
cloud-seemed to obscure the sky.
With strange foreboding-whenc
came it? Who can ever tell?-I ran ar
stairs to Miles chamber. l opene
the door and entered. She was sittin
in low rocker beside the open windo'
arrayed i'll white wrapper; she held
newspaper in her ha2d.
MILLER l cried hastily, relieved q
!. seeing her there. ''make haste, darling
time is flying, let me help yen dress!
l stepped short, and shrek afte
shrek burst from my lips. Miilie wa
dend. Even in death her cold hand
elutched the newspaper. 1t was cop
of a journal several months old. ST
had evidently just discovered it, an
the dead eyes were staring blankly /:
these lines:
Married: In Great Barrinsto,