The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1888-09-15

this strange newcomer. Perhaps now
is the time for my revenge.
He loves her, but / do not think
she returns his love, and / know he
loves me no more. Ali my poor, poor
soul! What have / not suffered, and
all in vaini"
She sank down upon rich sofa that
had been drawn up by the window, and
for some time was lost in deep thought.
While Gertana thus sat, thinking
and planning for revenge. Lenora was
IN her room planning also.
y The little prisoner was not planning
for revenge, but for escape. For long
while she sat there, when finally the
white, heavy lids dropped over the
beautiful sad eyes, and she was soon
| lost in sweet sleep.
| Mrs. King scarcely took her eyes off
of her little charge, and could not VEN
| ture to leave the room, for fear Lee
nora might possibly escape.
But sleep would not come to the
bright burning eyes of Gertana.
How pretty she looked, as she sat
there on her rich crimson and gold
| plush sofa. while the soft, gentle spring
breeze played about her lovely figure,
bearing into her room, through the
open window, the sweet perfume of the
flowers and trees OF the lawn in the
broad, spreading park.
Her perfect figure was draped in a
pale pink, soft, loosehowing wrapper,
trimmed with white lace, while dark,
velyety rose was carelessly placed in
the heavy coils of her iet-black hair.
| She slowly arose from the sofa and
paced the floor of her room.
No. / would be foolish to still be
blind to the awful truth
Sylvester loves me no more and now
L plainly see my life's bright hope van
ishing from before me like myth
30, how foolish l have been! How
wrong have acted. I have broken my
poor, loving parents hearts, and nc
| doubt sent them in sorrow to their
| graves.
"Can ever be forgiven? Can I ever
| hope for peace? o, God of heaven and
of earth, my cup is empty, and my life
Is like wormwood. Is there no re-
demption for me? No, 1 fear am lost
and what may be the fate of that pale,
beautiful, dark-eyed girl that Sylvester
has just brought?
For some reason, [ am strangely in
terested in her, for she so much re-
minds me of picture, Pity that |
| once saw
Her sad little face and those great,
lovely eyes speak to my soul.
Sylvester is now in the library; |
will go down and see him.
"Perhaps-ah. dare / hope it, but
perhaps there is yet little hope for
me; do not think she is yet his wife. "
A gentle tap at the door, and a voice
within said, Gomez"
The door gently opened. Gertana
and Sylvester stood face to face. She
was calm and beautiful, but despite
| her efforts the smile on her face was
troubled with sadness Sylvester saw
it, and at the sight of the beauti-
full, injured woman before him his lace
| paled and his hands trembled. He had
read reproach in that sad smile.
"Good-morning, Sylvester. L am not
intruding, am 2"
why, good-morning, Gertana; in
| deed, You are not intruding, and you
are looking very beautiful this morn
ing. Hope you are feeling well?"
Thanks. The morning air is very
delightful, and why should feel 9TH
erwise?
II see you have brought very beau
tifnl young lady with YOU"
"Yes, Gertana; she is very beauti-
full. | have brought her as q com
panion for You, or rather | would like
you to be a companion for her. She is
very young, frail, and is my wi"
But the sentence was not finished,
for Gertana had fallen to the floor, pale
and death-like, with the word "lost" on
her ashen, trembling lips.