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

l6T eyes Nllu "lbI ItdA'
One last effort-a terrible omlnous
thud. The body had sunk below the
water.
She went home and entered as she
had left, unobserved, and then threw
herself on the couch, but not to sleep,
but to think of her crime and wonder
was she safe.
She was aroused, however, in a few
hours, for she had fallen at length into
a deep doze, by the cries of Hester.
Come quickly" Hester cried; "un-
Gle is dying, Be quick Cleta-"
Cleta leaped to her feet, her heart
beating. Only an old man dying. All,
heaven, what had she feared? Even to
her soul she feared to whisper that.
Yes, their uncle, or more properly
speaking, their grand-uncle, was dying,
nav. almost dead, the kind old man who
had brought them up from childhood.
Where is-where is Guy?" the dying
man said.
In a few minutes his adopted son stood
at the bedside.
The old man, who had been more
than a father to HIM, and a distant re-
lation, for the true name as well as
name by adoption of Guy was Singleton,
was almost past speaking, but he point
cd to the girls.
Either of them, Guy, for you-you
He said no more-his soul had passed
to its God.
Two days later they laid him to rest
in the grave, and then, in the dim old
library, the will was read.
He gave and bequeathed all he pos
sessed to his adopted son, Guy Single
ton, on condition that he we'd Cleta
Manvers, or Hester Leigh, within the
year. To his other grand-niece, the
one whom Guy did not marry. he left
ten thousand pounds, to be paid out of
the estate on Guys wedding day.
If Cleta Manvers was a beauty, so
was Hester, of a different type, a diff
ferent and a nObler.
Cleta was far as a lily, with golden
hair and eyes OF ceruiean blue, while
Hester's eyes were deep, soft brown,
her hair chestnut, thick and wavy.
Cleta's face was rose-tinted and dim
pied, while a flush seldom stained the
fair, pure pallor of Testers delicate
face.
With all the passion of his heart, Guy
loved Hester Leigh-his p~urs-souled
darling, he called her-and any n
might know, when the will was read,
that she would be the chosen mistress
of the stately home where the girls had
| spent their lives.
Up and down her own room Celia
walked.
He loved Hester, and the girl she hat
ed would have love, wealth, position,
while she would have ten thousand
pounds.
II would dye nv hands red again."
she cried, before Hester should reign
here triumphant. After all, my crime
night as we'll not have been; yet /
could not have trusted him. Had he
lived, / cannot tell what trick he world
have played me-"
ST wa to destroy the will, and her
as nearest-of-kin he would inherit all,
and to me he would give one-third. But
the fool, to never dream the other plot
in my mind, which his coming would
thwart-a plot that will at least part
Hester and Guy, and then perhaps /
will win. 1t is my last hope"
Whatever her plot, she played it well,
for when, three or four months before
the expiration of the year, Guy asked
Hester to be his wife, she simply an
swered him mo"
She gave nn explanation, only turned
coldly away, Eat had he seen her in the
seclusion Of her own room he would
havI inown, no matter what had caused
her refusal, that she loved him.
"My love, my lovel !" she cried though
all unworthy, | cannot tear you from
my heart"
All, what weeks would have been
saved-at least, what weeks of agony
had Guy known the truth, had he known
of a gypsy mother who accused him of
wrecking her child's life, had cursed
him with q mothers curse, for the gyp-
sy girl who had stood under the tree,
then fed at Cleta's words, lay in her
Craze, and her last words to her moth
er had been the name Of her lover, Guy
Singleton. !.
MY curse around him and around
the he weds," she cried in q
frenzy.
Was it any wonder, then, that when
Guy Singleton asked Hester to be his
wife, white and trembling she refused,
turning coldly away from his pleading?
It was then hat Cleta played her
cards well, for Guy found a sympathi-
ger in her, and, man-like, Guy found
sweetness in it--at least, a balm for the
blow Hester had given him.
Then it dawned upon him that this
girl, with her eyes Of blue and hair Of
gold, loved him with q passion he had
never dreamed Of.
What man is not fattered by q
womon's love particularly if she is
young and beautiful-and this girl was
both.
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