The Springdale news., 1888-07-20

rich color which dyed hor cheek, the shy, wistful iooli i'll the eyes that met his.
 "I expect to be happy after tomorrow" she whispered, and 90 saying was gone. The door closed, leaving hlm standing alone on the steps.
 How foolish he had heen How needless ly he had worried himself in his fears for her, and yet, poor childl was she not de- ceiving herself He could not be angry with her, though he tried but in hls disap- poiutment he went straight through tho streets home and ta bed, to the infinite sat tsfaction or Mrs. Bates, who knew nothing of the storm of grief and desolation which kept him Waaeful far into the morning hours.
 While he walked and frettcd, Carol was sleeping the sweet and peaceful sleep of care-free girlhood Whatever burdens had pressed upon her, whatever fears oppressed her, were all gone noW. The cold winter daylight was streaming in ct the windows when she awoke, flushed and smiling, from some pleasant dream. She sprang up at once, alert and eager.
 '' Tte day at last. Oh, an glad, so glad, that it will all soon be over"
 She dressed herself and ran down to Ly- mans den. He was not there, but q slip of paper bearing the words I will be in time"
 
 lay upon his desk.
 sDear brother" the girl murmure1 as she bent over it. II am glad for his sake as well as my own that it is nearly oyer.n
 Very fresh and fair looked Carol in the simple white dress she had chosen. There were white roses in her belt and at her throat, but they failed to make her look bride-lilke to the eyes of MT. Ingot when he appeared, full half-hour before his time, making his way to the den, where Carol was stln waiting.
 Roses, eh!" as he looked her over. "Why, l sent you orange blossoms. I thought brides always wore them, and vail or something of that kind fimsy and cloud like, you know. One wouldn't suspect by the look of you that you were all ready to be marrledn
 Carol moved away from the arm with which he cncircled her.
 q thought 1 heard Lyman come in with you she said, hurriediy. Where is hcsn
 .,Yeu heard q mors important person, my dear-the clergyman who is to unite us. Hs is in the parlor, and if you are all ready, we may as well do up the business at once. What do you says9
 "Oh, no. It is not time yet, and, besides, we must wait for Lyman He will be hero in time.a
 Well, give you fair warning if he isn't that therell be no waiting. Just twenty five minutes by the clock, and then-'
 Carel moved further away from him. mgot did not finish the sentence. He was nervous under the triumph and exultation of the hour, and he studied hIs orlde-elect furtiYely while the moments wore on.
 "How sttll she keeps herself, he thought, half ill rage. half admiringly How will 1t be when the time comes, when Lyman comes. and fails to stop the ceremony, as she fully expects him to do. It would be bad if she should maha q stand for herself at the last minute, but n5 Il isn't in her. Shell be mine fdst enough. before she fair ly understands that he las failed her, poor little thug and l VOW I'll be good to her to make up for 1t all
 The minutes ticllod on. Carol had grown very pale. The roses of the morning had desertpd her cheeks, he9 eyes were preter- naturally large and solemn, her hearing was strained to catch the first sound of Lyndn's coming He had promised to save her-he would save her, though at the very last moment She believed in him utterly, but thls anxiety and suspense were very hard to bear.
 She had been averse to this sensational plan of having lng0J defeat come al the very moment when he would be ex- peetng the crown of his happiness, but having welded to Lyman in the one thing she yielded iu every thing.
 Five minutes of the hour! Suppose, after all, Igustn should not be in time; she would refuse t9 be married, of course, until he came but, suppose again, he should no' come at alli
 h tho midst of her anxious thoughts, the clock struck and almost the same instant the doorbell rang.
 "ftmc.s up, and I8man's here. Come, cried Iaeot, with illreRressea excitement drawing her hand within his arm and lead ing her into the hall
 There was some confusion it the on trance door which servant held open. In got's attention was all concentrated on his bride Ho did not see the sight which caused her face, pale aa it was, to turn ever paler, in time to shield her from it,
 \ group of men were on the steps, bear ing a burden in between them, and tha burden was the aenseless form of Lymar Childer hls upturned face ghastly and sci as if the seal of de,sth were already upon 1t fTO BE CONTINUED