The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1886-08-14

now is pluming its white wings for
flight from the Sustained world-will
not the woman of fashion and folly
shrink before it?''
He stands aside and watches her as
she glides lightly 60 the bed where the
invalid lies, and then his somber eyes
see the white hands of Nina rise as If to
ward off blow.
"Lora, yom look is an accusation. 1t
is your heart in your eyes. Oh, you
would not scorn me il you knew the
misery have endured"
Raynor Saville springs forward with
a hoarse cry. -
Nina, you are delirious-raving," he
gasps.
mo; listen, Raynor Oh, would that
l could die, and you would think of me
kindly, tenderly. l have wronged you
SONY conscience has confronted Inc
night and day-I could not go with this
weight upon my soul. l am weak,
erring woman; before you stands the
saint, she, not 1, is spotless."
"Ninav"
81 wronged you both cruelty. You
did not love me, Raynor, in the old days
when we three were such firm friends
and companions; your heart was given
to her, and II loved you. / cheated
you. l told you she was false, treach-
erous, heartless; laid the death of poor
Harvey Wilder at her door; l used
every means in my power to separate
you-and | succeeded. You married
me; but, Raynor, l have never been
happy. l was haunted by remorse.
realized that should never possess your
heart as she did, though you were very
kind and true to me, and now-oh, Lora
Eskine, 1t is you who have shielded me
by your silence, you who knew the truth
and would not speak to clear yourself
because-because, guilty as l was, you
were too noble to rob me as l robbed
YOU. Forgive me Raynor, Lora, for
give"
Like one turned to stone, Raynor Sa-
vile stands. 1t is as if he had given all
his possessions for what he had deemed
a priceless jewel, and suddenly the fire
and light had left it, and he found it but
thing of paste, base and worthless.
"Raynor Saville," says a voice, ''if l
can forgive, surely you can. Do not let
her life go out in darkness.
He leans forward then and takes the
thin hand outheld toward him.
81 forgive you, Nina" he saws.
A few moments later she lies in the
embrace of death, white and rigid, with
a look of peace on ber fair, Madonna
face.
Raynol Saville and Lora clasp hands
then and part.
1t is at a brilliant musicale given by
Mrs. Earle Fielding, a potent factor in
the fashionable, intellectual coterie to
which she belongs, that dark, handsome
man comes forward to sing an aria from
''u Trovatore." His tenor voice is
clear and thrilling, and his hearers are
entranced.
A little blonde in rose tulle taps with
her feathered fan the shoulder of a lady
before her.
"Do you not recognize him? Ravnor
Saville, whom we heard three years
ago"
"Ah, yes, Where is his wife?"
The blonde turns to her hostess who
stands near, and repeats the query.
"Mr. Saville's wife?" says Mrs. Earle
Fielding. "Shc-oh, by the way, you
know of his second marrlage?"
"No."
"Well, there is the bride of three
months with nv Archie.''
They look and see dazzling brunette
in gold SATIN and black lace, and the lit
tie blonde catches her breath,
"Why, | have seen her beforc-her
face is so familiar. Where was it? Oh,
my trcacherous memory-I cannot de-
eide, yet-r'
The tenor voice rings out again. The
assembly had received the aria with
rapturous applause, and now in response
Raynor Saville gives them an old time
favorite of his, simple little Scotch
love song.