The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1888-11-24

Most of all hate him-his brother-but
they shall pay dear for every word il have
power to wreak my vengeance
She rose, and with white face and gieam-
ing eyes paced the floor, tearing into strips
the letter she had Just read.
She woold never forget that fine morn
ing when crushed and yengeful she crept
away. like black shadow, from the door
of Hartley Villa.
Maurice, rwe have neighbour said
Elena, one day in September. "The pretty
cottage is occupied at last. Mrs. Earle is
the tenants name-a widow. and such a
lovely woman"
"Ahl you have seen her?"
eyes; | was passing, and she stood near
the gate, my scarf caught on a spray in the
hedge, and she assisted me to dsengage it.
She is so beautiful, with the ain and grace
of Duchess
"Why, yon are enthusiastic" said her
brother, smiling.
81 must be. You will not wonder when
you see her" replied Elena. "She will be
at church tomorrow. never saw face
so sad and sweet. SO pure and perfect; and
she is but little older than myself, Eyes of
deepest violet, Maurice, and waving, bronze
hair, and smile that creeps straight to
your heart. | could not refrain from COM
nenting on her youthful appearance, even
i,. 81 ol,
she said, i have been widow but few
months, and wife less than year. She
lives there with companion and her SER
wants; we must make friends with her,
Maurice
Maurice smiled, and made a careless
answer; but he looked eagerly for the
stranger the next day at church. When
he saw her in her black robes, with her
pure, sweet face, and air of devotion, he
felt strange emotion-he could not keep
his gaze from her How fair she was, with
the delicate flush on her cheeks, the droop-
ing, dark-lashed eyes, and shining hair
When she sang, he thought. she resembled
st. Cecilia; and even after he had reached
his home, his thoughts were all of her.
Elena Hartley and the young widow be-
came firm friends; Mrs. Earle did not par
ticipate in social gayeties, oicourse, but she
drove often and rode horseback superbly
and when she INDUCED in the latter past
| time handsome Maurice often accompan-
| led her
She was a woman of means; that was
evident by the elegant appointments of her
home and the lavish gifts she made IN the
name of charity; she was rarely learned
and accomplished, and of delicatesre6ne-
ment; she possessed the art of pleasing and
made friends of every one.
| In the spring she put on touches of white
and lavender with her mourning, and
looked lovler than ever. BY that time
Maurice Hartley was at her feet, metaph.
orically speaking. And how deicately she
encouraged him-how she famed his love
into mad alteration by the witching spell Of
her beauty and every art she possessed
He was her lover-her slave;neyer did mar
love woman with stronger passion thar
bound the heart and soul of Maurice Hart
ley
At last he avowed his love, and waited
with beating heart for her answer; sh,
looked at him with cold e,es, and thei
smiled scornfully.
81 am glad success is mine," she said
81 came here to win your love, Maurlc
Hartley, and now ! shall 90 away hopinI
my memory will ever torture you. l be
lieye you are man who loves deeply; if SC
my vengeance is more complete"
"Vengeancer' he gasped.
Eyes am not Mrs. Earle, but Justin
Hartley, your brothers widow"
] Then she told him of the day she LA
0 come to his home and overheard the crut
e words that drove her thence, and how sh
had vowed vengeance, trusting TO her Iar
. beauty and charms 10 aid her.
She thought he would creep abashe
+ from her preseace, but instead he faced HI
boldly.
IS "You speak falsely" he said. "You al
II not the woman Marvin married."
II am; can prove itW she answers
}, vet dismayed at his words. "lPhat do yc
u mcan?''
''Ne have her portrait, she was POI
IS girl,a gambler daughter,a coarse-feature
'e immodestly- woman"
re 81 do not. understand" faltered Justin
''AIy father was speculator, and | su
: posed that was what you meant-but Il
picture; let me see it.
le ''It is at my home," he said; and an ho
le later four people were looking upon W
mans portrait at Hartley Villa, portr'
I'd with bold eyes and bare, iewel-hu
70 shoulders
at is Mademosella Eta, noted Pa
la dancer" said the widow. "Can you n
understand? Marvin sent this out of
y spirit Of mischief. and wrote of my fail
that he made his living at the game
'y chance, to l0islead you. 1t was wrong
him, but he was always doing those thin
ny He thought to shock you and then en-.
20 your CONSERVATION when he arrived. A
'ot so YOU did not understand, and III
could know it was Mademoselle L
an you condemned
Ut ''Oh, how could we know that Mary
wife was such lovely woman" said
''u ma, embracing her.
'ff Justine looked at Maurice; would he
think her cruel, vengeful woman al
rse all? How could he know she loved hi
ess She went softly to his side and raised
-" eyes.
''Forgive me, said she; and Wien
re- clasped her hand he knew that her h'
,rs was his, and that her vengeance wo
'ule have wrecked her life as well as his ow
ter,
nan -,Dayid Wingroye, marble woke
Baltimore, not long since found valu
ain. diamond imbedded in big block OF lia
marble, aud has had the gem set will