The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-04-24

She was mistress of her uncte.s
wealth and wife of the man she adored'
She knew her husband did not love
her, but she had triumphed. In time
he would learn to love her, She must
win his love.
Yes, she had triumphed; but did the
memory of the man she had sent before
his Judge cease to haunt her morning,
noon, or night?
Hester bore her pain In silence. If
gentle, she was far from weak, and
though her face grew paler; her eye
more dreamy, none dreamed of the
weary days and wakeful nights that
were hers. She had loved Guy with all
the strength of her heart, but he had
proved unworthy.
Did the knowledge-had the knowl-
edge killed ner love? No-a thousand
times MOI Love lived, though it lay
bleeding. All, how we'll she loved him
she never knew until he was the hus-
band of another!
Her life stretched bare and hopeless
before her, death would have been wei
come, or at least she believed it would
have been in the first great desolation OF
her soul.
But then in Cleta's triumph--in the
very height of it, the bolt of Gods ven
geance fell, when the end of all things
anne
One day while out riding, q man
leaped from g grove near where she was
passing.
A wild cry left her lips. Dead OF
alive, Vernon Singleton stood before
her. Heavenly Father, what difference
did it make? Dead! had he come to
haunt her--living to drag her from her
high estate?
A hooking laugh broke from the
mans lips as he caught the reins, and
then-tnen the horse reared, swerved,
rose on it's hind legs, and Cleta lay white
and senseless on the ground.
Without a look of pity, Vernon
glanced down on the marble face, and
the pallid lips now iecked with blood,
then turned and left her there till others
found her.
They carried her home, but the doc
tors verdict ended all hope. She must
die. .
All, what change comes to our spirit
at the hour of death. Then, indeed, the
eyes see clearly, and a terrible fore
knowledge that fills the soul with awe
comes to us.
Knowing that it was her death bed,
knowing that all she had sinned for was
going from her now, she SEN for Hes
ter and Guy, and told them all. The
story of her marriage with Vernon,
whom her uncle had disinherited short
ly after his wild career.
How, when all believed him dead, he
returned; and then the story of her
crime-her crime that had failed for
consciousness had come back to Vernon
when he struck the water, and the
wound was scarcely even dangerous.
Then she turned to Hester.
Hester, 1 led hat gypsy woman to
believe that Guy was the lover who
wrecked her daughters life, but it was
Vernon"
Her breath came short and labored,
and O gray shadow fell over her face.
Hduy-Guy-I-I- All, God
have mercyp
The next instant she was pleading
before the throne.
One year later Hester and Guy were
married, and they eve speak Cleta's
name, which, if not forgotten, is not
willingly remembered, save by Hester,
whose gentle heart cannot think but
with pity of the beautiful. s1n-stained
woman who lies in her grave.
Vernon Singleton never came near
them, but he sent a messenger fol
some money, which Guy gave, and then
he passed from their lives forever; then
the past was forgotten by Hester and
Guy-the past darkness that had ended
in a happy present. and a future full Of
hope.