The weekly Floridian. [volume] (Tallahassee, Fla.) 1867-19??, 1886-05-06
would bear the lady to the boat and she

would bear the lady to the boat and she
would make no outcry.
"Once she is in my power" went on
the earl, call else is simple. We will
prove her professed marriage all q sham,
and she shall marry with me, or" The
rest of the sentence was lost.
Conroy's heart beat hard an fast. He
knew very we'll who was the lady alluded
to. He inquired of the landlord, how
ever, and was informed that the occu-
pant Of the suite be had designated was
an English lady, who had been with him
several weeks-Lady Isabel Cordelia, of
Templeton. She was beautiful woman,
but evidently unhappy.
Mark Conroy found the suite of apart
ments, and did not loose sight of the en-
trance About an hour after dark he saw
the maid come out, and saw her speak
with man who was hiding in a recess.
Presently after that this man was joined
by another, whom he had called by low
whistle, and the two entered the chamber
from which the maid had come A few
moments, during which the watchers
heart beat turiously, and the sound of a
smothered cry.
With bound Conroy was in the cham
Der, where he saw a lady struggling in
the grasp of two men. With blow of
his fist that might have felled an OK, he
sent the valet to the floor; then with a
backward sweep he knocked the other
against the wall and then winding his
lett arm around the lady, he held her in
safety, while with his right he drew pis-
tol and levelled it.
My-! exclaimed the valet, when
he had picked himself up and looked upon
the man who had knocked him down.
" it's the rse-tamer-Conroy
"And you'll find him something more
than that if you do not take yourself out
of this Go tell your master that Mark
Conroy knows all, and that if he is In
Tim tomorrow morning be may suffer for
1t ~
The two men skunk away, and then
Conroy led the lady to seat, and would
have let her go, but she clung to him.
He was able to speak with comparative
calmness, because he had carefully pre-
pared himself for the meeting.
Lady, | have not forgotten my prom
lSe | have watched over you and when
YOU knew it not You NAV command
me, even yet"
She looked up into his face, still cling
ing TO his strong arms, and a variety of
emotions were shadowed upon her sur
passingly beautiful face
You are Mark Conroy? %
*" ALI
DO you know who | am %
Il do"
DO you know that you ever saw me
before 2"
:" | cannot say that know, but my
heart tells me that it is so,-it tells me
that you have the mate to this"
And he drew from his bosom, where
it had hung suspended from silken cord
about his neck, tiny bag of chamois skin
from which he took semi-disk of gold.
y ntoncut strs stood frTesoIute, ana
then while rich glow suffused her cheeks,
mounting to her temples and brow, and
imparting to the lustrous eyes a living
light, she drew from her bosom, where it
had been kept in velvet pouch, the 9TH
er half of the golden sovereign.
Conroy could contain his great heart no
longer. Grasping both the lady's hands,
ard looking earnestly and frankly into
her face, he said:
Lady, from that hour, to the other
vears-that hour in the old Derbyshire
lnn-I have kept the faith then pledged.
Your voice betrayed to me a pure and
worthy woman, and | have held the
sweet remembrance in love and true de-
votion. dare not, knowing who and
what You are, ask you to share my lot;
but O If you"
She put out her hand and stopped him.
" Mark Conroy, from that hour | have
moi lost sight of you. | know how you
have lived-how you have thrived and
prospered-"
But" he cried, interrupting her, "you
do not know that the one thought of
yourself has been the blessed spirit of my
npriSng.''
But have hoped it," she said.
u-have-hoped ?"
90. my husband if you can claim me
for your wife, and love me always, will
be happy"
An so, after years Of waiting, Mark
Conroy found his reward; and he was
not prouder nor more happy than was the
Lady Isabel Cordelia, heiress of the vast
estate of the Earl of Templeton. A dis
tant cousin inherited the title, but the
wealth was hers.
Lord Bentley, when he learned the truth,
not only gave up his striving and his per-
secution, but he descended to beg that
the story of his fruitless endeavors might
not be told in England.
But in England, Mark Conroy and his
wife lived no more. They found pleas
anter home on the Rhine, where were
countrymen enough to make it homelike,
and where they were estimated in society
for the grand qualities of head and heart
that endeared them to all with whom they
came in social contact.-N. Y. Ledger.
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