St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-12-06


that you would like to get me out of your
path. L have read your thoughts as an
open book. There is another. out in the
wor d from which have been shut so long.
who mas taken the place in your heart which
you once gave to me. But remember
and here her voice grew fierce and threaten
ing. Remember, you cannot keep me a
prisoner longer. l will follow your foot
steps like shadow. l will make known
to her and to the world your baSeness.
And you shall yet kneel at the feet of your
wronged wife. Remember this, Clyde, and
know that Natalie can hate as well as
lovew
''You threaten then, do you?" he returned
fiercely. his face pale with anger and full
of terrible purpose.
Il shall do as 1 have said" returned the
young wife. her frank determined gaze
fixed upon his face.
Then you shall die!" and with terri
bic oath he sprang to his feet, caught the
slender form OF his young wife in his power
full arms and hurled her far out into the
lake. One wild. heart-broken wall pierced
the stiffness of night, the deep waters closed
over beautiful Natalie st. Clare and all was
still. But where was the husband. who had
thus murdered his child wife? Ere the last,
ripping wave had sunk back to its place
he was speeding madly back to the shore, that
last. wild cry ringing in his ears. He
dared not look back, and springing upon
shore he fastened away through the forest,
and soon came to large, gloomy-looking
house. its great windows looking strange
and weird in the pale moonlight. This was
the home to which he had taken his fair
young bride, this lone, forsaken old man
sion, which was inhabited only by the old
woman, referred to by Natalie as a witch,
the young husband having bribed her with,
small sum to take charge of his child
wife and see that she had no communication
with the outer world.
y was fool ever to marry herr' NUT
tered st. Clare. as he crossed the yard and
knocked at the door of the great, gloomy
house, but she will never trouble me
more. Yonder lake will hide forever from
me and the world all that remains of her.
Lily Gordon will never know | had wife.
The way is plain before me now. No one
knows of Natalie but this old witch of a
woman, and small sum of money will shut
her mouth"
At that moment the door swung open and
a bent. bony form stood before him, while a
harsh voice inquired:
Where is Natalie?"
Il have decided to take her to an insane
asylum. She is no longer in her right
mind. [ will give you this to keep silent.
Remember, no one must ever know what
has become of her, or even that she ever
lived here with you," and he held out
some glittering coin and dropped it into the
bony hand, eager to receive it.
Il promise. None shall be wiser for
hot nd ha chriII
bloOd-curdling laugh. while her ravenous
gaze rested on the gold in her hand.
Have We no more secrets for me to
keep" she inquired eagerly. What are
We going to do with the chld?" and cum
ming smile played around her cruel mouth.
St. Clare stopped, turned his face away,
and for a moment seemed in deep thought.
Then, with a villainous CLEAN in his wicked
eyes, he pointed toward the lake and said:
Curse the child 1 don't want it! You
can carry 1t over there some day." and,
laughing lightly, he was gone.
1t was just at the close of lovely sum-
mer's day one week from the night on
which our story opens. The sun was
last lingering rays falling across the grounds
girl Of perhaps 10 summers was sport
ing with large Newfoundland dog. Her
blue eyes were sparkling with merriment
and her beautiful, child-like face all aglow
with the excitement of her race across the
lawn with Ponto the Newfoundland.
''You dreadful fellow You have
nearly taken my breath away in this race"
she exclaimed playfully, cutting the ears of
her pet with her white, dimpled hands,
while silvery laugh rippled from her rosy
lips, and the soft, golden curls fell in beau
tiful confusion about her pure brow and
down over her graceful shoulders.
''See! Is not that a pretty picture
father?" exclaimed Clyde ST. Clare, as he
threw away his cigar and rose from the easy
chair On the veranda where he had been
sitting conversing with his father. The old
gentleman's eyes followed his sons, and
saw what has already been described.
Yes, Clyde, Lily Gordon is beautiful,
and, although she is your cousin, my son,
| am well pleased with the thought that
she will soon be your wife. After return
ing from across the sea. where she has been
travelling for the past two years, suppose
a race across the lawn with PontO is a
pleasure to her. She appears like child,
with all her fun and play. She seems tired
of travel. and, as she terms it. tired of
always playing lady and putting on airs"
And the old man smiled contentedly. while
Clyde strolled away across the grounds.
where Lily Gordon was at play with PontO.
But there was guilty, troubled expression
upon his naughty face, as he muttered:
''Oh, that cry! VIII it haunt me forever?
No! 1t shall mott When Lily is once my
wife, shall be at rest"
How the days and weeks sped by at St
Clare grange, where all was hurrying prep
aration for the approaching wedding 1t
was on bright moonlight night, only one
week before the wedding day, that Clyde
ST. Clare might have been seen standing on
the shore of that quiet lake in the lone
forest where he had kept his young wife in
seclusi0n so long. His hand rested lightly
upon the arched neck Of his black horse,
while his dark eyes we're fixed upon the
waters of the lake. A terrible fear had
come to him that the child had not followed
its mother to her watery grave. He wished
to know that all traces of his marriage wi h
Natalie were gone. And as he passed the
lake on his way to the gloomy old forest
house he was drawn by some irresistible
power to pause for a moment on its shore
But the ripple of the waves made him
shudder and putting spurs to his horse he
soon came to the forest house. the home of
the woman in whose care he had left his
child. Dismounting, he knocked at the
door.
Isl mean-have you done as I told
you?" he inquired, as the bag met him at
the door.
wicked laugh answered his question, as
in sunken whisper she said:
Ibid We think would do it without pay?
No! not ~
"What have you done with it, then?" in
quired st. Clare. angrily.
''rn tell you for some more of your
gold" replied the bag with cunning
laugh.
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