The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1886-12-10
remorse, follows Lord Cbetwode from


shedding tender radiance over the
sinful earth beneath.
"Villain, where is my sister," Lord
Chetwode says to him passionately.
81 decline to tell YOU
81 warn you not to tempt me too
far!"
"Sir, the Blakes were never towards
to be. frightened by n threat"
'I'hen am to understand that you
refuse to allow me to rescue my sister
from the abyss OF SIN into which you
have SO remorselessly plunged her2'
"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, hinging
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.
| Lord Chetwode makes his way as
! one in dream to his hotel. Going
| upstairs, he hurrles along the corri-
| 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 q woman
seated at a distant table recalls him
| to himself.
The woman, rising gently, turns to-
W ord him
AS she does so, faint cry escapes
her, and she clutches eagerly at the
support. Chetwode, eoingup, seizes her
by the arm. 1t is his sister-Lady
Mary Chetwole
John" she cries, piteously stretch
ing out her hands. "Why are you
! here?'
And taking stepforward, she sinks
fainting to the ground.
Lifting her gently, Chetwode 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 girll'
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 you! Let us forget the past"
at is impossible" she says bitterly.
Then anxiously and eagerly, she cries:
"You have met? Where is he? Oh,
what do see i'll youl face? 1t cannot
be that you have killed him?'
ut is even sol" Chetwode replies.
"Oh, miserable wretch that ami"
she cries, wildly. "First | ruin my
self, and now you, through me, have
| become an assassin"
Mary" Chetwode says firmly,
'calm yourself. Can't you realize that
while he lived there could be no hope
for you? ] had looked forward to the
Staying OF hlm since the day he stole
you from me. 1t is but right that he
should answer for his sin in that 9TH
er world, as he could not atone for it
in this"
''You have broken my heart!" she
says, sobbing bitterly.
"Only to save your soul, Mary
Think no more OF one so utterly base
degraded, and unworthy!"
X
Days and weeks pass, during which
i time Lady Mary's life lies in the bal
ance. Fever ensuing from her over
wrought brain, brings her to deaths
door; but with tender care and care
full nursing she rallies, and then, when
the doctors permit (Lord Chetwode
~
they start for Biarritz, where Lady
Mary wishes to secude herself for
some time. She looks even more
lovely in her misery.
She assumes a false name, and for
several years keeps entirely from the
world, leading very solitary life
But can q lovely woman hide for
ever? No; and pity indeed could it
be so.
''DEAREsr JoHN:-I hope you do not at
tribute my long silence to forgetiulness-in
that you would 3e very wrong. | had
nothing to tell you, my life bein: very
much the same from day to day. Beyond
helping the poor il this parish and attend
ing church do literally nothing. But even
in this, John dear, have been singularly
unfortunate. Hugh Mabery (our rcctorl
has chosen to fall in love with your poor
Mary, and only yesterday asked me to be
his wife. How could dare link my wretch.
ed life with his pure and perfect one and be
happy? And yet if lose him lose all
that would make existence endura BILE! Give
me your advice. He loves me with all his
heart. Am to break it?''
MY DEAR MARY:-I have Just read you1
welcome letter, with mingled feelings OF sur.
prise and pleasure II this man loves you
as you say, go to him and confess all.
Your loving brother,
JONI
When Mary receives this,she is anx.
ious, miserable" and grateful. She
kisses her letter, then cries over it,
then remembering how soon she will
have to make her horrid confession
she filings herself upon her bed and
gives way to passionate weeping fo1
some time.
She has only one hour to recover
herself before Hugh Maberly comes fol
his answer.
She goes down to the drawing
and seats herself on u low chair by
the fire, and remains wraptin thought
till Thomson, the footman, announc
es, "Mr. Maberly.'
When Mary sees him, she advances
to meet him, looking so white anG
nervous that Hugh, taking both hel
willing hands, asks anxiously, care
you ill?"
"a little" Mary gasps. ~ shall bt
better soon. | have been thinking
about sad story of awoman knew
} and il has overcome me-that is all. ,
And then, fearing he may say the
, words she knows must come sooner
, or later, she plunges at once into hel
, confession.
"You have heard, no doubt tha,