The Northern Pacific farmer., 1885-04-09
SHINING FOR LOVE.


Over hill and dale, and soft green
meadows, fell the golden haze of sum-
mer afternoon. A dreary silence filled
the air, unbroken save by the hum OF
the bees and twitter of tho birds in the
trees.
Under the branches of q drooping
tree girl was standing, q girl fair and
young, more than passing fair. Only
at this moment the beauty of her face
was marred by the expression of bitter
hate that darkened it, while her eyes
rested on slight eminence that rose q
few steps away.
ShecWas in the shadow, and on the
hill another lady and gentleman were
standing.
The girl, Cleta Manvers, watched the
lovers, for such Hester Leigh and Guy
Singleton most certainly were, her eyes
glowing, her breath coming quick, her
short, little hands clenched convulsive-
ly.
"She will never be his wife!" she
cried passionately, "before that would
take her life with my own hands:
Suddenly, almost at her side, there
broke forth, clear and sweet; and full
of an almost agonizing pathos, q girls
voice in the ballad:
"Do not tlust him gentle lady,
Though his voice be low and sweet;
Heed not he who kneels before thee,
gently bleeding at thy feet"
A swift change passed over Cleta
Manver's face, and she turned dn the di-
rection Of the sound and came face to
face with the singer, GYPSY girl OF
about eighteen, girl with q rich; dark
lovliness, but whose face was pallid, and
whose great dark eyes were full of pain
and dispair, as we'll as madness.
Cleta laid her hand on the girls
shoulder.
"Have you seen him yet," she said
have you seen Guy Singleton?"
The girls eyes grew wild.
II will never find him, never, never
I have wandered far and near, but I
SEQ him not. He is gone, gone forev-
er; but I must find him." and then
she turned in the direction she had
come and fed down the pathway.
Cleta looked after her.
"Is love woman's curse" she said.
elias it been yours as we'll, fair Gle
ca" and pair of dark, flashing eyes
were looking into hers, and dark,
mocking face smiled at the terror that
actually whitened her lips.
A low cry left her lips. :,
"Vernon Singleton alive" she gasp
ed.
"Alive and we'll, and as angelic as
ever" he answered.
Gas fendish," she said; then sudden.
ly: II thought you dead, and you are
here"
"And g]oried in the Thought. no doubt
and here am, my beloved wife,"
Her eyes flashed.
"Do not dare to repeat that" she
said. Il am not your wife. There was
child to you-a child, mad with passion
and pain"
''Yet woman enough for that pain to
come from love, and unrequited love,
as it is still, see;" and his eyes rested
on the eminence where Hester and Guy
still stood, uncons ious of the watchers.
am afraid he is lost to you for cer-
tain, now-even if did exist no longer.
[ think you may give up, my dear.
Then changing his manner: "Listen,
Cleta," he said; II will never claim you
if you help me in this plot"
"What is it?"
Vernon talked low and earnestly for
while, and Cleta listened silently.
"Meet me here tonight" he said in
conclusion, "and we will settle the best
way to manage it,"
The next instant she was alone again
"a new tempest Of rage in her bosom.
"The fool" she said; "does he think
I would trust him? He has signed his
own death warrant"
She met him that night, and listened
while the he further explained his plan.
The moon shone pale and high, but
as he turned to leave her passed behind
q mountain of clouds, and then
Then pistol cleaned in Cleta's white
hand, shot rang out on the night air,
and tho man fell forward dead-shot
through the heart.
The woman bent over him. Yes, he
was dead.
Down below the river ran deep and
lark, and without a moments hesitation,
with almost superhuman exertion for
her, she dragged him towards it.
It was terrible work, but she never
paused, though her face grew pallid,
her eyes wild with fear.'
One last effort-a terrible ominous
thud. The body had sunk below the
water.
She went home and entered as she
had left, unobserved, and then threw
herself on the couch, but not to sleep,
but to think of her crime and wonder
was she safe.
She was aroused, however, in few
hours, for she had fallen at length into
deep doze, by the cries of Hester.
'Come quickly" Hester cried; "un-
Gle is dying. Be quick Cleta."
Cleta leaped to her feet, her heart
beating. Only an old man dying. All,
heaven, what had she feared? Even to
her soul she feared to whisper that.
Yes, their uncle, or more properly
speaking, their grand-uncle, was y1ng.
nay, almost dead, the kind old man who
had brought them up from childhood.
"Where is-where is Guy ?" the dying
man said.
In few minutes his adopted son stood
at the bedside.
The old man, who had been more
than father to HIM, and distant re-
lation, for the true name as well as
name by adoption of Guy was Singleton,
| was almost past speaking, but he point
ed to the girls.
Either of them, Guy, for you-you
He said no more-his soul had passed
to its God.
Two days later they laid him to rest