Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1886-12-03

:remorse, follows Lord Chef wode from
the room to the gardens outside.
For q wonder, they are deserted.
No sound breaks the stiffness Of the
night. Far up above, the moon is is
shedding tender radiance over the
sinful earth beneath. 1 $55 I
IS william, where is my sister?" Lord
Chetwode says to him passionately.
81 decline to tell YOU" w,
~ warn you not to tempt me too
far" -. ~. : X '....7 s:7s Z
."sSir, the Blakes were never towards
to be frightened by a threat T
s"Then am to understand that you
refuse to allow me to rescue my sister
from the abyss of SIN into which you
have 50 remorselessly plunged her?''
''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, finginx
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 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 g. woman
seated at a distant table recalls him
to himself.
The woman, rising gently, turns TO-
W ord him
As she does so, a faint cry escapes
her, and she clutches eagerly at the
chair near her, as though DESTROYS OF
support. Chetwode, goingup, 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 step forward, she sinks
Ae"AAoA'1S W IlA0 SACuUO.
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 grill"
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
Mary, look up. My heart is full OF
love for you! Let us forget the past. :"
lit is impossible!" she says bitterly.
Then anxiously and eagerly, she cries:
"You have met? Where is he? Oh,
what do I see in your face? 1t cannot
be that you have killed him?''
1T is even sol" Chetwode replies.
ooh, miserable wretch that I ami"
she cries, wildly. "First I ruin my
self, and now you, through me, have
become an assassln!"
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 hum since the day he stole
you from me. It 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 hearth" she
says, sobbing bitterly.
"Only to save your soul, Mary.
Think no more Of one SO utterly base,
degraded, and unworthy.''
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Days and weeks pass, during which
time Lady Mary's life lies in the ball
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
making the necessary arrangements,
they start for Biarritz, where Lady
Mary wishes to seclude herself for
some time. She looks even more
lovely in her misery.
She assumes O. false name, and for
several years keeps entirely from the
world, leading very solitary life
But can a lovely woman hide for-
ever? No; and pity indeed could it
be so.
'DEAEEsr JOINT hope you do not at
tribute my long silence to forgetfulness-in
that you would be very wrong. I had
nothing to tell you, my life being very
much tho same from day to day. Beyond
helping the poor in this parish and attend:
ing church | do literally nothing. But even
in this, John dear, l have been singularly
unfortunate. Hugh Maber,y Jour rector)
has chosen to fall in love with your poor
Mary, and only yesterday asked me to be
his vile. How could dare link my wretch
cd life with his pure and perfect one and be
happy? And yet If lose him lose ali
that would make existence eudura bic! Give
me your advice. He loves me with all his
heart. Am to break it?''
my DEAR MARY:-I have just read your
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,
=, john"
When Merry 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 for
some time.
She has only one hour to recover
herself before Hugh Maberly comes for
his answer.
She goes down to the drawing-room,
and seats herself on q 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 50 white and
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