The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1885-12-11

some time she surveyed the wreath in
silence, and then, in hoarse whisper.
she said: ''Ste wear this7 Never! To-
night-to-night! An, let me think. It
must b. now; yes, at once-or it viii he
too late"
Sinking into chair, and resting her
head upon her hands, she thought: and
then procuring writing materials. she
wrote, Initiating a mans hand. several
lines. This she directed Rowland Saxbv.
ESD" and sealed up.
"Ha, ha" she laughed, Il am as clever
as you are, Grace Thorne. Your time ON
this earth Is short, and then / shall be
free to try to win his love once more. No
one will suspect 1t is who was the cause
Of her death. No, no; that would be i'm
possible"
zen mi- as after this she Joined her
ther, and was as cheerful as possible
Truly, a most remarkable woman was
Ethel D.nvers.
"Ob, dear" murmured Leon. as he
sauntered through the park. putting Iaz-
lly at the everlasting cigar, 'what a mis-
ei'54i'ie unhappy wretch ann No one
TO speak 10. 1t is awful! And when 7
thought Ethel would go for walk this
lovely moonlight night, Of course she is
lndlsposed. Never mind: III make the
most OF It. III rest in solitude and make
myself as miserable as possible under the
circumstances"
And Leon took a seat upon a rustic
bench, which was placed under the sbad-
ow of a gigantic oak
There he sat until the last f,acment If
his cigar had been consumed. and II is
quite possible that he would have dropped
OF into a quiet sleep; in fact. he had set
tied himself for that purpose.
Suddenly, however. he sat bolt upr.i,,bt
and looked straight before him.
What was that black figure conine-
rapidly towards him2 Was it womau7
"Now, that's strange thing" muttered
Leon. what on earth does it meant Yes.
it Is lady. but who2"
The figure rapidly approached. and
Leon darted behind the oak. He deter
mined to see who it was.
Nearer and nearer came the fgure. and
Leon could see that whoever it was
wished to escape being seen. for she kent
well in the shadow of the trees.
Now she passed the oak. and a. she
did So Leon almost uttered loud cry of
astonishment.
by Heaven he muttered looking az .
her ike one stupefed, lit is Ethel Dan
vers! And what a terrible expression Is
upon her features! What does this
mean2 What mystery is here? All. she
goes In the direction of the summer
house. i Is dishonorable thing 10 do.
but 1 must see what this mystery is.
Ethel Dauvers"
Buttoning up his coat, he followed her
slowly but eatiously.
My darling, only little longer. and
we shall be onel"
And Rowland, STOPPING full in the
moons rays. imprinted a passionate kiss
upon the beautiful face upturned to his.
beaIning with world Of love
y ou make me very. very happy. Row
land. l often wonder whether there are
any young girls in the world so happy
a. l."
'Of course there are, my pet Thou
sands and thousands of hearts at this
very moment are filed with love such as
ours"
Heaven bless them anr said Grace,
softly.
'Amen to thatrT replied Rowland. as he
pressed the slight form closer to him
And now let us go to our old spot, my
lear. There we can talk about the fu-
ure.''
SO, with their arms entwined. and hap
ly beyond expression, walked the lovers
owards the summer-house.
i am sorry Ethel is indisposed." said
ITace.
so am 1. indeed; but she has not
seemed well lately. There has been a
'estless, strange look in her eyes. I fancy.
should not be at all surprised if she
we're t. be very ILL.,"
"Do you think she frets?"
"Frets? No; I don't know what she
an have to fret about"
Il wish she would yield to Leon He
owes her so very, very much; and he is
handsome and rich. l can't think what
more she desires"
You are quite right, but"
Rowland was interrupted by the sud
len appearance of one Of the fOotmen,
Who, bowling respectfully, said:
BEG pardon, sir, but Sir Rowland said
hat l should very likely find you here.
boy has just delivered this note, sir"
And he handed Rowland a letter.
''How very annoying" cried Rowland. ,
caring off the envelope. "who can this
,e from7'
As he read it his face assumed an ex-
'ression of wonder, and when he had fin
shed he sat down and read it to Grace !
''Listen," he said, what a strange
hing. To Rowland Saxby. Esq.-Sir-
he writer of this has a most important
to make to you. He is
ow waiting for you at the outside gates
f the house. Strictly private What do
on think of that 2"