The Irish standard., 1888-07-14
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inexplicahls mystery, rose &C his feet IA
In voice Of suppressed thubder said:
'.It is very hind 81 you to save my life
after plotting so long to take it,
"Oh, HeaYen-7,1 never--never dreamed it
would come to this.:' groaned the beautiful
girl, still wringing her hands in agony.
The master turned upon her much -
cruel father or master might upon child OF
servant, and III "a tone Of mufned thunder
said 81:
"We've had enough OF this-go homer
In his excitement and rage Allen could
distinguish strong foreign accent in his
language, which on ordinary occasions was
notperceivable.
ssNot while you threaten each other," she
answered, sobbing bitterly
"Why did you follow mes Did not tell
you to stay within re house?''
81 know-I know; but if had not come
you would have been killed." she answered,
still sobbing.
cit makes but little difference" he an
swered, with an oatli. Turning upon Allen
an eye which in the darkness blazed with
the fire Of an angry tiger, he said in atone
which trembled in its earnestness: cit
would be better il you leave this country
and never come back. Young man, you be-
the advice of the village, and let the mys-
terry of Turkeys Point alone"
He wheeled about, taking the arm Of
Bertha, and was gone, leaving Allen gaz-
Ing after them in wonder and an1azement.
"Wiu wonders never cease!'' he asked
himself This strange mystery will drive
me to madness, and how am / to solve it?"
He happened to think of the dagger which
had doubtless fallen from his hand when
Bertha had come so suddenly upon them,
aud thought he would take it, as 1t might
prove clew to this strange mystery.
He stopped to pick it up, but it was no
where to be found it was gone Where,
now had it managed to slip away? Either
the tail stranger or Bertha haa taken the
grille, and he was satisfied it could not have
oeen the former. With all his soul on fire
with jealousy, and torn and racked by
hundred conflicting emotions, he started
down the hill toward the village.
"Oh, Bertha, Bertha, gone, left me with
put word, after all have done and suf~
tered,;' he groaned, as he fastened to the
village.
But Allen had schooled himself to bear
his sufferings without word Of complaint,
and next morning was in his Office as usual.
During his absence another issue Of the pa
per had been published and circulated. He
sat down at his desk and glanced over his
mail. There were a few unimportant let
tiers, one or two from old acquaintan ces,
congratulating him on the success OF his
enterprise
a smile curled the lip Of the editor as he
thought how far from success this venture
in the newspaper business had come. To
Ill inquiries about his absence he answered
that he had been suddenly called away on
business. Not word of his strange ad-
venture did he breathe to any one. and
those who saw the young man sitting so
dreamed that he had come so neac losing
his life cnly the night before at the hands
of the master of the stone house on the hill.
''Back again, are you?" said Miss Hop
kins, with smile on her shriveled face II
am SO GLAD you have come, for really think
1 have III gem f,f poem this time"
s'WT hat is the titlel" Allen asked.
s'Love's Young Dfeam,'' tho old maid
answered.
"Verg touching indeed" said the editor,
with becoming gravity, partially uncon-
acious OF what be was saying.
"On, sir, ! have shed tears over it,'' said
the ancient maiden, enthusiastically. 'It
Was late ia the evening, and tired OF the
tolls Of the day had retired 70 rest, and
as lay OH ,yy bed thinking what could
do to advances the interests Of the Nestera
Rsps6le---l al, always thinking OF you'--
she parentl.eticaiiy added, looking very
tendeyly at hi1n--"I was suddenly seized
with desire to write. ! belieye--yes, sir, ]
verify believe that a voice called on me to
write that poem. Tbe voice OF fame"
"Please read it, Miss Hopkins No ed
itor in his sober senses ever asks an author
70 read his or her productions, so the reader
can imagine how desperate was the ecnai~
ton Of Allen Gray.
snow. Mr.. Gray" said the old maid, with
feeble attempt at a blush which failed,
however, to appear on her powdered cheek,
stdo not say it is splendid unless You really
think so. You are such g person to aatter:
especially young GIRLS"
Allen was too deeply, TOO painfully an
noyed by this complications in which he
found himself to observe the coqlettish
manner OF the poetess, and with no other