Dodge City times. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1876-1892, 1888-08-02
UNDER A CLOUD {;
CLEARING HIMSELF.
The Thrilling and Absorbing Story
Of q Great Crime.
BY JENNIE DAVIS BURTON,
AUTHOR OF 4" HER LIFE's SECRET" AND
OTHER STORIES
copyrighted, 1888, By the A. ". Kellogg Newspaper
Company. AL Rights KeserUed.
CHAPTER XXU.-CoNTINUED.


While he walked and fretted, 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 at the windows
when she awoke, flushed and smiling, from
some pleasant dream. She sprang up at
once, alert and eager.
The day at last Oh, am 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 slip Of
paper bearing the words 81 will be in time !"
/ lay upon his desk.
\"Dear brother" the girl murmured, as
She bent over it. al am glad for his sake
rs well as my own that it is nearly over"
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-ike to the eyes of Mr.. Ingot when he
appeared, a full half-hour before his time,
making his way to the den, where Carol
was still waiting.
"Roses, eh." as he looked her over.
Why, ] sent you orange blossoms. l
thought brides always wore them, and a vail
or something of that kind fiimsy and cloud
like, you know. One wouldn't suspect oy
the look of you that you were all ready to
be married.
Carol moved away from the arm with
which he encircled her.
81 thought heard Lyman come in with
you" she said, hurriedly. "Where is he?"
"You heard more important person, my
dear-the clergyman who is to unite US.
He il in the parlor, and if you are all ready,
we may as well do up the business at once.
What do you say!''
"Oh, no. 1t is not time yet, and, besides,
we must wait for Lyman. He will be here
In time"
swell, give you fair warning if he isn't
that there'll be no waiting. Just twenty
five minutes by the clock, and then"
Carol moved further away from him.
Ingot did not finish the sentence. He was
nervous under the triumph and exultation
6 the hour, and he studied his bride-elect
furtively while the moments wore on.
.How still she keeps herself" he thought,
half in rage, half admiringly. "How win it
be when the time comes, when Lyman
comes, and fails to stop the ceremony, as
she fully expects him to dos 1t would be
bad if she should make a stand for herself
She'll be mine fast enough, before she fair
~ understands that he has failed her, poor
little thing! and vow Pll be good to her to
make up for it ALL"
I The minutes licked ON. Carol had grown
very pale. The roses of the morning had
deserted her cheeks, her eyes were prefer
naturally large and solemn, her hearing
was strained to catch the first sound Of
Lyman's coming. He had promised to save
her-he would save her, though at the very
last moment. She believed in him utterly,
but this anxiety and suspense were very
hard to bear.
She had been averse to this sensational
plan of having Ingot's defeat come at
the very moment when he would be ex-
pecting the crown of his happiness, but
having Welded to Lyman in the one thing,
she yielded in every thing.
Five minutes of the hour! Suppose, after
all, Lyman should not be in time; she would
refuse to be married, Of course, until he
came; but, suppose, again, he should not
come ct alls
In the midst of her anxious thoughts, the
clock struck, and almost the same instant
the door-bell rang.
''Time's up, and Lyman's here. Come"
cried Ingot, with ill-repressed excitement,
drawing her hand within his arm and lead
ing her into the hall.
There was some confusion at the en-
trance door which a servant held open. In
got's attention was all concentrated on his
bride. He did not see the sight which
cansed her face, pale as it was, to turn even
paler, in time to shield her from it.
A group of men were on the steps, bear
ing q burden in between them, and that
burden was the senseless form of Lyman
Childer, his upturned face CHASTITY and set
Is IL the seal of death were already upon it.