The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1888-09-22


Now you despisc me, don't youiu saIa
the pale beautiful woman, In a voice so sad
that u fell Ike funeral wall upon his car.
No, no, can't say that " Allen groaned
" How could / have been 50 dccciyedfn
"Do you forgive met"
Eyes yes, for Heaven knows il has not
been your faultW
81 wlll ever be q sister % You, Mr. GRAY
and as you saved the life Of my little brother
at the risk Of your own, shau ever hold
you In grateful remembrance" Like one
stupched, Allen stood leaning against a tree,
gazing al her and half believing that IL was
al dream. At last he SAID
WHO is your husbands That dark whis-
kcrcd mani"
She nodded her head In answer She was
weeping softly.
" GJc1, HCaCeHl Hs her husbandin He
was more than twice as old az she, and
there was nothing cougcnial Ia their
natures
She rose 10 90, but, putting out one hand,
he gently touched her arm, and in q voice
OF stony calmncss said
No, no, madame, do not 90 vet: it's time
that should have an explanation. have
been buIettcd about by tho varying winds
Of fortune, til have grown weary Of It;
lot me know the whole truth--all Of this
mystery, and If / have any honor in my
eOul, 1 will keep your secret"
She was weeping softly.
DO you blame mcm she asked again.
"No; you have perhaps never given nc
any cause 10 believe you were single, save
when you called yourself Bertha Collins.
Isupposcd that you were Miss Collins.
my English name is Collins, the French
- Colheur, or DO Collieur. Ny life has
been such IA sad one that do not know as
II would interest you. However, as you have
beir!endcd me, If you insist on knowing all,
you shall"
Allen was seemingly as cain now as IL
he had been In his Office transactlng some
ordinary business His face might have
shown some faint signs Of the agony that
was torturing his soul, but could not have
conveyed any thing like an adequate repre-
scntatlOn Of the suffcrlngs no was cndur-
ing
lie calmly bado her SIT down, and rc.took
his place at her side.
Mrs. Collins, regard nc as your brother"
he with an effort said--"as a brother very
far away-onc whom you viii perhaps never
sec again, but one who viii never blot YOUR
Image from his memory. This has, indeed,
been sad romance, but IL is almost over
The curtain will soon descend between N.Y.
self and hope forever, but before il falls on
the final act l want tho key to this sad
drama That mysterious stone house on tho
hill has been puzzle 10 Turlcy's Point for
years. What is in iti Is It "a prison-houso
for people, u homo for tho insane, or place
wherein the iicnds assemble for iucauta-
tions and unlawful ritcsi"
at is all" she answered, her face dcathly
white.
"Tcll me all about tn
81 will" said the pretty creature with q
dccp-drawn sigh. "Coloncl Collins, as ho
IS known among his few English acquaint-
anccs, inherited the stonc house on the hill
from his father who built it great many
years ago. When first erected 1t was in-
tended TO be tho homo of tho old monsieur,
but his wife would not live in H. My mother
was French woman and my father an En-
glshmuu. There were but three children in
our family, u brother seven years older than
myself and the little boy whom you remcm-