Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1885-03-31

was drawn closer TO the Breast IN whicha
heart was beating with mad irregularity.
He will answer your call; he viii come;
but he will be too late. You are not hs
row-but miner
HiShe heard the words, whispered softly
yery sofly-but seeming to reach her from
aiar. She fel, q pair Of burning lips press
ed against her cheek; the vise-hke arms
about her frightened; she was lifted higher;
and there was q floating sensation, . sudden
splash, the chill contact Of the waters.
A wordless prayer went upfrom the girls
yourg heart, and she knew no more
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Lights were about her, aud puugent
odors, and the sound of hushed voices,
when she awakened; the faces of father,
mother and lover were bending over her
anxiously; she felt dizzy and strange, but a
great calm was on her; they held some
thing to her lips, and she drank 1t Ike a
child; then she slumbered once more.
1t was late in the morning when her eyes
again Enclosed, and a sense of languor was
on her; but, as she lay quiet, watching the
fart sifings OF sunlight that sho~ered
through the curtains OF her window, II all
came back to her with a shock that made
her spring from her bed with a low cry
the strange, deathly face of her ~impetuous
lover, with his eyes offame; the fear, the
cruel, circling arms; the low bitterness OF
that haunting laugh: the overwhelming hor-
ror; the cold wash of the waters!
who has saved my life?' she wondered,
shuddering.
And then q great pity crept over her for
the man who had sought her life, because
she could not love him.
Our hearts are so strange, 80 unreadaole,
unreasonable!
Her mother, entering a few moments
later, found her kneeling at her couch,
with tears flowing down her fair young
face. :,
"Mv darling, Mrs. Lee said, kneeling
beside her daughter, you are thanking
God for your life. That Is right, dear
child. But you must hasten to dress, that
you may thank Lionel next. He heard
your scream-he had gone out to look for
you-and he took you from the lake. Oh,
my child, how very near we were too losing
you" .
Stella kissed the pale mother face bent
over her. g.,
81 will thank Lionel, mamma" she said,
softly; "but-but the Spaniard-did you
know what happened? What have they
done to him.
Mrs. Lee drew her child lovingly to her
bosom.
They have brought him here, Stella: H.
was not quite dead, dear. Do not think too
harshly of him now. Lionel says he has
acted strangely of late. We think-we ar
sure that he was mad, my child"
The girl shuddered as though a cold wind
had passed over her, and her face fell for
ward in her hands.
The mother knew that Stella was praying,
voicelessly, for the hayward soul of Pedro
Longanzas. .
An hour later, with her hand in that Of
her lover, she stood beside the rigid form Of
| the man whose love had conquered him, and
when she had told Lionel all, she looked
down at the white, set face, on which death
hsd laid such calm, and whispered:
"His was such a mad love, dear Lionel;
and yet in this hour | could almost find it
in my heart to wish that he had found me
free of all other love, that my heart might
have replied to his, if such had been God
sill. This is so very sad, Lionel, my dar.
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