The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1888-02-11

Hun that the poor mo- Etr Lvlat .4.
tears
(Which way did she go2" demanded
Arthur hoarsely. It was dark and Wild
horrible night for his poor, pretty darling
to be out alone.
When told II was toward the sea, he
dashed away into the bitter night, calling
her name aloud at eyer little distance.
Finally I've heard an answer, faint aud
afar. Soon he espised her standing on
cliff, the wild wind blowing her garments
in riot0us glec.
Walter" she whispered. tottering
toward the tall, straight figure with out
stretched hands. IL knew you would
come bacls-back o me some time"
With that she swooned In his arms.
''It Is always him-that cur" muttered
Arthur, rs he pore her swiftly home-press-
ed close against his heart.
'I-where am I?-where haye beenS
exclaimed NOrah. "Oh, 1t Is you mamma |
How strange you look have been dream
ing. No, l. Have been ill2
Very i'll, darling, with brain fover.
Lie still now, you will soon be we'll"
Mamma" after Il long silence, some
one-some man-has been here with me
all the time. Who was itP 1t was Walterl
Where is hep" eagerly. yet in panied
voice.
Mrs Gray avcrted her pale face.
IL do not know, darling. He-he has
not been here"
"But some one has. | did not dream
that. What is It you are keeping back,
mammal Was--w was It Arthur Newton2
See, mamma, remember all. 1t WAS; and
he-he waited OH me, and sometimes he
he knelt and covered his face against the
quilts and cried"
Gle is one OF Gods uoblemen," retuned
her mother gently. without him and his
folks. darling, should have gone mad.
They have been benefactors to us, indeedW
Charity Oh mamma, mammal
Suddenly out Of he shadow man came
and knelt beside her bed.
"Norah," he said sadly and tenderlY,
''can you not forgive me yet2 Charity has
no place In the provision man makes for
his wife. Norah, darling, have taken ad-
vantage of you Illness and delsrium. You
are my wife; but the law will free you If
you hate me STILL"
Laying her face against his heart, she
cried passlonately against its shelter. real.
izlng at last the generous love that endues.
"Are they married yet, Arthur" she
asked later, nesting in his arms.
NO." be returned, understanding who
she meant. They meyer will be, darling.
Maude Edgeworth is engaged to marry that
brainless idiot, Capeton, who has fallen in
to lucky speculation somehow. Ermonde
has gone TO Canada"
That was all he told her, then; but when
the young millionslre's lovely young wife
was able to GO out, and she heard how
Walter Ermonde had gone-a dishonored
embezzler, having robbed the bank of her
husband when Maude Edgeworth tired of
her amusement.
On the aight after bearing II, Norah Gu
tered the library where her husband
sat writing.
''What is 1t pet?' he asked, drawing hsr
toward him
you arc lookinG-actually-- NorahW
AS she burst into tears and flung herself
at his feet. ''oh, my darling"
~ am not worthy Of YOU" she sobbed.
al do not half deserve your kindness,
which l never really appreciated until now.
But, oh, Arthur. love you now, and IL
am so sorry for my past cruelty"
He lifted her face, aud kissed its quivor-
ed lips.
"Ry Norah," he said gayly, II forbid
you to be sorry for anything. | want you
to be only joyful as you deserve, pet-and
as shall endeayor to make you while life
for we two"