The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1886-10-16
A Bitter EnmitV


a calm, summer dAy, white CLOUDS drifting
over a sky Of sapphlrine hue, breezes blowing
family, roses noddlng on the green bushes,
quetude everywhere.
Young Roger Wyndon had sought the most
desirable place in the villa, broad, shadcwy
veranda built in an angle of the cottage, and
there, In a hammock, he swung lazily to and
fro with half-closed eyes and his arms thrown
above his dark head.
He was Il handsome lad, and the admlring
eyes Of The girl who had stolen quietly 10 his
side, saw nothing Of the lines or boyisll
weakness and recklessncss.
Roger" she said softly
The black lashes raised, q faint smile curved
the scarlet lips.
'oh, you, Tina? Where have you been?
Out In the Caprice, suppose"
For she wore launty boating costume of
creamy flannel banded with 9lue, and Il
sailor hat well over her pretty face.
"Hes, in the Caprice" she answered, and
then paused, looking down at the toe of her
little shoe with doubtful air.
81 went to Glen Gill;" she said finally.
"Not alone, surely?" said Roger raising his
great, dark eyes.
She pushed the hat from her face, and a
fringe of golden curls fell upon her forehead.
"Arnot was with me-"
The youth sprung to sitting position, and
his eyes flashed.
"ArnQt Carle-how iafed hc-how dared
you And you have been with him all the
morning? / wish"
"llnsh!' said Tina, holding out her little
hands. "Oh, Roger, please don't get angry
again. We must not QUARREL we have been
all in all TO each other, and to hear you talk
like that, it-it breaks my heart"
"Give that fellow up them" retorted Roger,
hOtly, regardless of the tears that wclled to
his sisters eyes. II tell you he is a mean
rascal, Il fortune-hunter, sneak, that's what
he is. 1t was all his fault was sent from
college, and hate him for it!'
"But remember, dear, lie didn't know who
you wcre, and he thought it his duty
ITO play spy and turn informer, eh?"
sneered the boy. "Bahl don't tell me! It's
only your money he's after now, and yet you
encourage him and let him come here to die.
tate to you and insult me!'
"Insult you! Oh, nt.''
Every time he sees me. won't have il {:
there1l be time between us vet. Takes
sides with him if you like, turn against your
own BROTHER but some day when you've
cause to regret 1t, don't say gave you no
warming"
He turned his crimson face away, and
stretched himself again IN the hammock, but
the quiet element had gone; there seemed IA
shadow upon the sun, the leaves of the vines
rustled discordantly.
Tina stood there with her hands clasped,
and her tear-wet eyes dropping.
She lOnged to clasp her arms around her
brothers neck and make peace, but she
knew he would repel her; so, with Il last sad
look, she turned and went away.
But the boys words fingered in her mem
ory. \ fortune-hunter; could it be that her
money had any porteney to draw Arnot Carlc
TO her side?
Than the hatred that seemed to exist be-
tween him and her brother troubled her.
What would Roger say If he knew she had
pledged herself to be the wife of his enemy?
What wcald Arnot do when they We're
wedded-tfy TO conciiaje hcf brother, Oh
drive him from their home?
81 will not part with Roger" she told her
self. "When mother died she bade us STAY
with each Other-poor Roger what would
become of him if | desert him? Yet there is
Amot Oh, if things had only been diGeT7
ent!"
She was standing at the window OF her own
room then, and, looking out, she saw tall
slender form go through the garden and
down the woodland path. She knew by the
impatient shrug OF the shoulders, the quick
step, that Roger was still broodng upon his
hatred for Arnot Carle and her own dcings
Fifteen minutes later, perhaps, a dread
sound Smote upon her ear. Il brought her
to her feet with blanchet face and inteflocked
fingers.
"A pistol shot" she gasped. "The sound
came from there. Roger R5ger!"
With an awful fear at her heart, she rushed
down the stairs, out into the sunlight, and
another Instant Had reached the q,tltt glade
where her brother had gohe.
What was the scene that greeted her? Two
figures in the lcafy shadow, one "A blonde
man standing erect, with dazcd face aiid u
deadly weapon in his hand, the other a
bleeding, PROSTATE torin.
Tina darled across the green space and
raised the dark head In her arms
Roger, Roger" she implored, ''oniy speak
! to me-"
But the white lids lay over the eyes, and the
parted lips never moved
Tina's gaze raised to meet the stare Of lhe
man standing above her
at was you," she cried with a sudden
flush. "iou hated him, and now-you have
killed him!"
TINA, FOR Gods sake Arnot earle
gasped, but she sprung erect and flung ont
one slender arm,
, "Don't speak to ne-ieave me-ieave me
forcyerl" she cried. II will not hear YOU
MuRDERER!"
lie dropped the weapon, and a change came
over his face.
You condemn he like thise" he said in
low, intense tones. "without word, a chance
to extenuate myself? So be it; | obey!''
He turned without another word or lDok,
and strobe away; and Tina staggering for
ward with cry, fell PROSTATE beside the
rigid from Of her brother.
Roger Wyndon was not dead His wound
was an ugly one, but not serious, ana With
careful treatment he recovered but n change
had come upon him.
He was Quieter m6odier, and sometimes
he would sit for long while with his head
upon his hants and his eyes star ing out into
vacancy.
II was after one OF these nts of abstraction
that he called the name Of Tina, who sat near
the sofa on which he reclined.
He looked at her for an Instant noting the
sad look her face took one repose and the
pathetic druOp Of the golden head; then he
spoke abruptly;
"Tina!"
"Yes dear"
She was ready In an instant to obey his
slightest request.
"Haye you ever heard of Arno. Carle since
that day?"
The girls blue eyes dimmed and her lips
quiyered.
"No; don't speak Of him, please" she ial-
tered.
"Why not? want to know about him.
Have you forgotten him9" he pursued, with
apparent cruel indifference to her wishes.
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