The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-09-24

q his heart like q vast billow. No, h
/, must strive to beat down the vehe
ment attachment that was almost
7 consuming him, and let time shapC
his fortunes.
, What if she could not learn to love
him? Dreadful thought. 1t nearly
drove him mad. Then he know how
easy it was for a man to commit
crime for the woman he adOred
Time, however, was propitious; it
soon drew the ties OF friendship closer
between the two.
Harlow had passed two evenings at
the house Of Cora, and each time he
set eyes on her some newborn charm
revealed itself to his enamored vision.
A certain air of constant reserve in
her demeanor awed down all efforts
on his part to divulge the dictates of
his heart. If the mellow gaze that
wreathed her face at times conveyed
to his mind the looks of reciprocal al
lection, its relaxation into a moody,
apathetic stare dispelled the felicitous
thought. Still, his manner and con-
versation appeared to please and en-
terrain her, and at times she grew elo-
quent in her responses.
One gentle moonlight evening, when
the stars studded the vaulted heaven
with unwonted brilliancy and bracIng
breezes stole softly through trees and
flowers, bringing with them the invig-
Grating influence Of abalmy evening in
May, Harlow unbosomed his heart to
her. He tod her in lmpassiOned but
guarded tones of his alteration; how
life without her would be q dismal
blank; how he had watched her night
after night, and felt happy to know
that he was close to the woman he
loved; how eagerly he had looked for
ward to the time when he could tell
her all. She listened demurely, with
downcast eyes, but uttered not O.
word. That she did not demonstrate
with him reConciled him to the be-
lief that the affection was mutual. At
last she spoke, and her melodiouS
voice thrilled him with delight.
She told him she dearly loved him,
loved him for his kindness to her; that
eve since she first saw him his image
was i~ndissolubly mingled with her
day-drSams; every moment in his
presence seemed an hour OF happiness
to her.
These ~endearing words threw off the
restraint he had sustained, and in the
ardency Of his fondness ne drew her to
his side, and repeatedly kissed the
pale, upturned lips.
Cora, you will be my wife," he said,
looking down upon her with unspeak-
able JOY, as if the answer he sought
was already his.
She drew herself gently from his en-
brace, and the gaze in her lovely eyes
appeared to pass over him to space
beyond. She spoke as if in a dream.
THAT can be-" she uttered,
at the same time throwing her arms
about him and sobblng bitterly, as if
in deep anguish.
To be refused by a woman who just
avowed herseltin love seemed astrange
anomaly to him. A hundred coniec-
lures filed his brain at that moment.
Was her heart preoccupied? Was
there a man on earth who adored Cora
Lane more than he did,? Why could
she not be his wife?
Then he curbed his heated magma
ton, and, subsiding into sober rea-
soning again, pleaded his cause in
powerful terms, but every word, he
felt, Jared her sensitive nature and
augmented the depths of her dis
traugiltt feelings.
Don't ask me why, John. 1t is
better for us if we see each 9TH
err no more. Forgive meif make you
unhappy, but it never can be; to be
your wife would only bring sorrow and
distress to our home"
Her enigmatical words puzzled him.
Cora, dearest, / will forgive every
thing. We will start lie anew; blot
the past from your sight; only say
you will be mine"
She strove to answer, but the pro-
found anguish in her bosom Knocked
all efforts to scorn. The look of mel
ancholy sadness that overspread her
entire features told Harlow that his
love was hopeless.
When he left that night with the ar
row OF bitter disappointment sunk
deep into his breast she exacted a
vow from him never again to breach
the subject Of matrimony; but he
left her with the sorry assurance that
she loved him better than any one on
earth.
For o week Harlow never left his
room. His sprightly, gay spirits van
ished, and long fits Of detection super
| vened.
II Bertha suspected the cause of
the change in his appearance she
never betrayed it. He pleaded an
attack of malaria, to which he said
he was a victim; this was all he offer
ed in explanation of his moodiness.
AT the end OF his hermitage q long
ing desire to see his love again reas-
serted itself. He tore himself from his
seclusion and went to her house.
When ne entered, to his bewiIdered
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