Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1886-07-24
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names."
A look of savage incredulity-the skeptj
c1sm OF q man stirred to the most hidds n an,
deadly forces Of his nature-shot in to hi
face. He gazed at her for some NOM ants Il
silence, and then, in a voice that for th
hollowness of it, sounded as though it ros
from under his feet, said:
ut is as before said-you rememb or moth
Ing. But their wedding is a thing an womel
remember; and it is strange you 81 ,ould 8,
soon forget yours, when your mot her viii
tell you everything that befeIl on her wed
ding day, tw%enty-three years ago. Would
you know the church if you saw tn.
eyes, father, II think SOL don OF know
father"
Tomorrow you and l will 70 to London.
said he. make up a little box Of tn ings, TO,
this business may keep us In the I morning,
at seven. We start Be in readiness"
Without another word he left the room,
She leaned against the wall near the win.
dow, and her heavy eyelashes droop ed over
the sorrowful beauty Of her eyes. s o stand
ing, and with her graceful profile b ,king a
delicate transparency from the light shining
through the window, and the soft fl Lness Of
her perfect form ripely figured on Il ,e white
ground of paper that supported ha {, never
more lovely had she looked; and Il 10 SHIN
mer of her yellow hair was the trem bling of
evening sunshine on the water.
Deep grief is always quiescent, and the
deepest grief was shrined in this gentle
woman. That she was not guiltlass only
made her sorrow the more moving. She had
erred in deceiving father and mother. in
privily. without homes blessing, undertaking
the sacred obligation Of marriage. Yet how
hardly was she dealt with how cruel the in
depreciation of a deed of faithful Lowell And
why had Cuthbert left her? How bitterly
hard that any act Of his should be beyond
the skill of her heart to construct! Yet her
glorious fidelity could not hold. him faith
less.
In this wise thinking, with TN impulsive
movement she drew forth her purse and
slipped her wedding ring on, kissed it wildly.
and, with a quick toss of her hands, fell with
face upon the bed, weeping bitterly.
This posture was she in when her mother
entered the room. The Door woman ran tn
her quickly.
"You have come back, my darlinga Where
hast thou been all this long timer Jenny, do
not cry sony heart will break if you grieve
in this way. Has father been saying unkind
things to thee, my prettya Come, come, it is
not all hopeless yet. Truly I believe that
Mr.. Shaw is thy husband; and be sure, be
sure he will return, for no man with his
beauty is heartless, and he would not have
married thee, Jenny, to leave thee in this
wayl"
She raised the girl from the bed and led
her to a chair, and, kneeling by her, pillowed
her head in her bosom.
"Oh, mother, is it not too cruel that l
should lose my husband and be doubted. bv
fokh1u2 b. ~n..-. AL
London to show him the church: for he win
not believe me without dragging me a weary
journey. And God knows what 1 shall do
when we reach London. for I do not remem-
Der the name of the church, nor the street
where it stands, and I have told him I was
too scared to take notice. And would not a
young girl like me be frightened, mother. in
that great place, and acting wrongly. al
though I was with my darlingg"
Tomorrow does he take you to Londonl
Oh, what a strange, hard mani! Why. all
day you will be travelling; and cannot he
see that you have no strengths" cried Mrs,
~Strangfeld, rising from her knees; and, with
q hot, indignant look, she swept out Of the
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par!or, and closed the door upon them both.
Jane, subdue your voice, and speak to me
respectfully. You are the girls mother, and
l WIN llsten 10 you; out l am her father, and
hiiiie Is tne name she mas blasted. DO you
neco tnats 1t Is Michael strangteld's daugh-
Ter wnom the people are talking o Re-
member this, and now say your mind"
"for snamel for shame! to speak OF her as
VIM blasted your namel" replied Mrs.
~Strangheld, quite unable to control her voice.
hath she not told you that MIR. Shaw Is her
ausoahdf The wedding ring Is now on her
hnger-as good ring as this-and If she be
noG an honorable wife, then my name Is my
fathers. What! you would take the poor
neart to London, when she declares that in
ner fright she took no notice of the street and
church! Would not a stout spirit be scared
by what she did, with thee, as her father, to
terrlfy her conscience? Why, myself, when
you are hazing me with your strong voice,
lose my head and know not what l am about.
And shall our little wench have stronger
brains than her mother-at a time, too,
which makes the best of women tremble and
keep their eyes down in modesty and awe,
though their parents are with them and kind
friends to give them heart for the iourneva
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