Daily Republican., 1885-06-27

10 the day OF my death shall noyo
forget the look in her eyes-like
wounded creature over whom the hum
ter stands with the knife upraisod. Z
haunting, pathetic look-it "a with M
yet.
She sank back among the cushions O
the chair, pallid and painting. botl
hands pressed to her heart, and from hel
lips tiny stream Of blood oozed slow
| ".
could bear no more. dashed int
tho room and caught the child In my
arms and pilloWed the dear head upon
the only heart that really loved hor,
" You have killed her r. I panted
madly, turning exoitedly upon Edgar
who stood near, pale and terrified at In
unexpected effect Of his words. "Yor
have killed her |" repeated wildly.
Leave my house, Edgar Deyereau x
and remember, IL this child dies. WI,
are her murderer -
He tried to touch her hands, but |
waved him back, and so he went way
and WAS alone With my darling.
She WAS very i'll after that ami
weeks passed before she arose from her
bed. 80 fragile that she looked like a
spirit.
Edgar Devereaux had gone away-I
neither knew nor cared whittier. When
Mile WAS able took her to drive one
day In my pony phTtOn. The first
person We met was Mr.. HOsmer; he
drove with us and afterward returned
home in our company. was glad tu
see him. l knew that Mile mus
have something 70 arouse and attract
her, or she would die.
Well, the result Of the many visits
paid US after that by Mr.. Hosmer, who,
Of course, had learned that the engage.
ment was . thing of the past now, WAS
repetition of his offer Of marriage. I
reminded him of the child's feeble
health; he argued that winter fl Italy
or Southern France might restOe her
entirely; certainly, 1t was worth Tying.
He loved her, that was the sscretOf Il,
and Edgar Devereaux' lows wls not
worth this mans.
But Mile only shook her head She
did not, could not love him, sbs said
for her heart was with that othsr m al
who was not worthy Of her. But az
lime went by, and Mr.. Hosmsr's deii.
cate attentions never ceased she seem sd
to relent; and one fair September day,
she told me that, II he we're willing to
take her without love-only respect and
and affsction-she would b his
wife.
In my heart knew that the tild
vas sacrificing herself to please me
and to make happy the true heart hat
loved her.
There WAS something which wamed
ne that she would never love any
II n. hut Il L.
ner would make her happy, and Z
argued myself into the belief that she
would soon love him AZ ievotedN as
abe had ever loved Devereaux so Il
used all my infiusnce in Mr.. Hosner's
behalf And one day the promise was
made. They " ere to be married at snce
and 60 to Italy for the winter I TO
them.
The wedding day dawned-a lovely
autumn day. The ceremony WA to
axe place at home at noon, and tho
house was beautifully decorated. An
arch OF white flowers had been crested
in the center of the room, under which
the ceremony was to be performed.
Mile had gone up to her own room to
dress; l was to join her in half an hour.
l was all ready for the festive occasion,
and was passing through the rooms
below before the wedding guests should
begin to arrive, inspecting the COCO.
ratfons and arrangements, when sll of
sudden felt my heart sink low in
my breast, and a cloud-a black. asyry
to obscure the sky
With q strange wienca
came it? Who can ever tell ?--I ran up.
stairs to Miles chamber. l opened
the door and entered. She was sitting
in a low rocker beside the open window
arrayed in white wrapper she held
> newspaper In her hand.
" Millie!" l cried hastily, relieved
1t seeing her there, make haste, darl-
ing. time is flying let me help you
dress -
l stopped short, and shrek after
shrek burst from my lips. Mile war
lead Even in death her cold hanls
clutched the newspaper. 1t was COPY
Of q journal several months old. She|
had evidently just discovered it, ard
Tho dead eyes were staring blanA-
~ at these lines
Married: In Great harrington,
Mass, April Goth, by the Rev. s. Gls.
on, Edgar Deverealx, of Rockland, to
Miss Louise Arlington"
ne nau Deen married Six month";
mad gone from her side direct to this
other woman /; he was utterly false and
faithless
The little white coffin stood under tn.
fragrant arch of fl)wers, fading, now "a,
ler young life had faded. She would
nave sacrificed herself to please others.
,ut God had taken her, and 1t was al
happier fate. Had Edgar Devereau1I
been true to her she mig ht have boes
pared for years; but he had grown
weary of her, and sought his freedom
lnder the pretext of her feeble health,
hat he might add to his own posses
lions by wedding wealthy woman.
But Providence Furnishes us for our
in in this life. sometimes. 1 saw
edgar Devereaux yesterday. He il old, /
md bent and worn, though not yet
orty; his wife is virago and a tor
nent, and he has lost his fortune and
lers also.
l bad rather be that dead girl to day,
n her little green grave under the VIC.
ats, than stand in the place of the man.
vho, in the eyes of God, lie her murderer.