Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1885-11-05

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her father, but he was immoyable.
Then the lovers decided on plan it
was not original, but had served
many others under the same circum-
stances. They would elope.
II cannot give you the wealth to
which you are accustomed, Carrie"
Waldon said, "but I can make you
comfortable, and my love shall try to
atone for the rest. Sometimes | think
it is wrong to take you from your beau
II iful home. lest you should regret it..
But, darling, cannot give you up"
cit is not money that makes happi-
ness, Robert, and know you will not
disappoint me in proving that my par
ents are mistaken about you. For as
much as l love you, it would kill me if
they would not forgive me.
"I shall not disappoint you," Waldon
answered, decidedly.
So it was settled, and moonlight
night agreed upon. A week passed,
and Mr.. Wilmont began to relent, and
offered to take Carrie out driving one
evening, but she refused on the plea of
headache ,and went early to her room.
"Strange That girl is still moping
about that fellow. and he was drunk
last night. But Carrie says it is not
true, ,and that someone is trying to ruin
his character. 1t is shameful I! would
lock her up if thought there was dam
ger of her meeting that villain !" And
Mr.. Wilmont paced excitingly to and
fro.
After the pretty invalid had gone to
her room, instead of retiring she dom
ned travelling dress and took her place
at window, with large valise, pack
ed to its utmost capacity, lying at her
feet. Her room faced the lawn, and
she had no fear of being seen by any
chance passer-by. The town clock
struck nine, and she became nervous.
Presently shrill imitation of cricket
sounded from among the trees /; there
was a hutter of handkerchief-and
then Robert Waldon came boldly under
the window.
"Carrie !" he said, softly.
"Yes, Robert" And she stepped
out on the roof of the portico and drop
ped the valise to Walden.
"Be careful. darling 70 came from be.
low, as she stepped from the roof to a
tree close by.
"Yes, Robert" And she slowly de-
scended.
"Hurry, pet !" said Waldon, nervous
ly, as she paused.
She did hurry-stepping on branch
which was not strong, ,and with crash
it fell to the ground. Waldon sprang
forward and caught her.
care you hurt, darling ?"
"No. no Oh, Robert, they have
heard us - she exclaimed, as a light
was seen rapidly moving along the Ii
brary windows.
Waldon lifted her in his arms and
dashed back among the trees. leaving
the valise where he had dropped it. He
had horse and buggy close by.
"They are in my room-they know it!
Oh, what shall we do ?" And Carrie
clutched Waldon's arm.
"I think we are safe now," he an
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the road.
They had decided to 60 TO an adj0in-
ing town, and be married by a mutual
friend. They knew that Mr.. Wilmont
would pursue them, and their only
hope was in the speed of their horse.
They had gone several miles without
hearing any one in pursuit. and were
congratulating themselves that their
troubles were over, when they came in
sight Uf a dark object across the road
which proved to De large tree blown
down by::a storm. Here was dilem.
ma; on one side the road descended by
a steep bank to creek below, and on
the other rose rocky bluff, and if they
turned back they were liable to. meet
those in pursuit.
While they were deciding what was
best for them to do, they suddenly
heard horses rapidly approaching; they
glanced at each other In dismay.
"Stop there, you villain - shouted a
stern voice.
"Oh, Robert, it is father ! What
shall We do 70 And Carrie sprang from
the buggy and stood beside Waldon,
who had been examining the road.
"You're dead man 70 and the quicl
report Of revolver followed, but, thanks
TO Mr.. Wilmont's excitement. the ball
went wide of it's mark, and the culprit
stood unharmed.
"Mr. Wilmon., love your daughter
and she is mine through life or death
You may kill me if yon wish, but yol
shall not separate u.s.
| Robert Waldon's voice had not ;
tremor in it as with head proudly erect
and one arm thrown protectingly a.
round Carrie, ,he stood in the moonligh
"a noble picture of mans love.
"Who-wh-what |" exclaimed Mr.
Wilmont. lowering his revolver, "why
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