The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-12-03

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possessed it.
The lamps are cleaning, voices are
low and hushed.
The gamblers are busy round the
tables. Some are flushed with EXCESS
of luck; others, with ashen faces, are
throwing down their last coin; and as
they see it swept in by the rake OF the
croupier, rise from the table, and try
! ing to assume utter Carelessness, leave
the room, perhaps to seek death
outside.
L%ounging into the ~gold-roOm, his
| thoughts far from the scene before
him, Lord Chetwode at Assistance sees
Blake.
Sir Harry does not see him.
He is laughing merrily, and has IN
| doubtedly been drinking heavily.
II say, R~awson," he says, 81 won
that. Did you see? Another slice like
that would set me straight. Shall |
risk it again for a heavier sum, and
cry double or quits?"
Lord Chetwode walks quickly to the
table, lays his hand on Blake's shout
der, and says, "Pardon me if lwishto
be quits with you first. We will go
outside, that we may be quite alone"
Blake rises steadying himself as he
does so, and, haggard from shame and
remorse, follows Lord Chetwode from
the room to the gardens outside.
For a wonder, they are deserted.
No sound breaks the stiffness OF the
night. Far up above, the moon Is
shedding a tender radiance over the
sinful earth beneath.
"Nillain, where is my sister," Lord
Cherwode says to him passionateIy.
81 decline to tell you"
81 war; you not to tempt me too
far"
"Sir, the Blakes were never towards
to be frightened by a threat"
"Then | am to Understandable you
refuse to allow me to rescue my sister
from the abyss of SIN into which you
have so remorselessly plunged herr"
Not so fast, my friend; your sister
is quite content"
But before he has time to complete
his sentence, Lord Chetwode grasps
his revolver, and taking aim, fires de-
liberately at him. The bullet passes
through his heart, and Blake, finging
his arms wildly into the air, falls heav-
lily to the ground.
Not a word escapes him, and when
he IS discovered later on, life is quite
extinct.
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Lord Chetwode makes his way as
one in a dream to his hotel. Going
upstairs, he hurries along the CORR
dor, seeking his own room The door
next to his happens to be open, and
in his agitation mistaking it for his
own, he walks in, not discovering his
mistake till the figure of a woman
seated at a distant table recalls him
to himself.
The woman, rising gently, turns to-
word him
AS she does so, a faint cry escapes
her, and she clutches eagerly at the
chair near her, as though DESTROYS OF
support. C~hetwode, going up, seizes her
by the arm. 1t is his sister-Lady
Mary Chetwode!
John" she cries. piteously stretch
ing out her hands, why are you
here?"
And taking a suepforward, she sinks
fainting to the ground.
Lifting her gently, Cherwode places
her on the sofa; and as he gazes on
her beautiful face, now marked with
sorrow and suffering, all his love for
her returns, and pressing his lips to
her forehead, he murmurs, brokenly,
~tenderly, 'My poor, poor girl"
Presently she RECEIVERS conscious
ness; and, shrinking from him, buries
her face once more in the pillows of
the sofa.
Quietly gaming possession of her
hands, he says, tenderly, Dearest
Mary, look up. My heart is full OF
love for youl Let us forget the past"
1T is impossible!" she says bitterly.
Then anxiously and eagerly, she cries:
"You have met? Where is he? Oh,
what do / see in your face2 1t cannot
be that you have killed him2"
1T is even sou Chetwode replies.
"Oh, miserable wretch that ] aml''
she cries, wildly. First I ruin my
self, and now you, through me, have
become an assassin"
Mary" Chetwode says firmly,
"calm yourself. Can'tyou realize that
while he lived there could be no hone
for you? had looked forward to the
Staying OF him since the day he stole
you from me. 1t is but right that he
| should answer for his sin in that 9th
or world. as he could not atone for II
in this"
you have broken my heartl'' sh,
says, sobbing bitterly.
Only to save your soul, Mary
Think no more of one SO utterly base
degraded, and unworthy"
Days and weeks pass, during which
time Lady Mary's life lies in the bal
ance. Fever ensuing from her over
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