The Carbon advocate. [volume] (Lehighton, Pa.) 1872-1924, 1888-09-15

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"Angryp sighed the lady. "Oh, Dor
Carlos. Do you think am made o.
stoneP"
The Spaniard's arm stole around hel
waist, and still my lady did not repulst
him.
when married that good old man, the
Laird of Glengowrie, / did not know what
loye meant" the lady went on. 81 was q
mere child. My father had been dear to
me, and he was old. l knew not what
did. But am a wife, Carlos; we must
meet no more. am at least bound to be
faithful TO my husband, and | will be. So
say farewell and, aye, farewell forever,
Carlos; and | will pray TO be forgiven the
sin of loving you. And you will meet some
happy girl who is free to wed you, and for
get the wife of Laird Glengowrie very,very
soon."
Forget you, my first, my last, my only
love9 Never-neycrP' sighed the hand
some Spaniard.
"You lying scoundrel," muttered Dom
aid. mo doubt your light-oloves have
been many, and to every poor lamb you've
told the same story, you wolf in sleeps
clothing. But tins lamb has shepherd,
though you do not know it.''
| "Our fate is bitter, Carlos,' said the
lady; "but here we part. Leave me-
81 obey" said the Spaniard.
He arose, bowed low, and strobe toward
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back, and casped the lady in his arms,
kissed her again and again-then stepping
stepping backward, drew dagger from
his bosom.
FAREWELL" he said, "since you exile
me from your presenceI cannot liYe."
The terrified lady caught his wrist and
held it tight.
son, Carlos Carlos rather kill me-"
she cried.
"Would you care if 1 were deadP'' the
Spaniard asked. "Ah, no, you could not
Danish me If that were so.''
"Oh. what can do? |, who am wife,"
sobbed the lady.
81 asked nothing wrong" said Don Car
Il
do nothing to offend. Let me only teach
i you music as have done. Let me look at
you. speak to you now and then, and l
can liye."
/ "Oh, Carlos, if l were sure of that"
sighed the lady.
"Oh, you may be sure" said the Span
lard, fervently. 81 will be your devoted
brother, your friend l will adore you with
out saying so. That is privilege an angle
might accord sinful mortal.'
There was silence for awhile. Then the
lady spoke slowly. 80 let it be-" she
said.
"The laird was right" said Donald.
''Women are not able to guide them
selves"
But the Spaniard came to the castle, and
Donald listened, and for time all seemed
well.
Then, one fair day, when soft airs blew
across the moors, and the breath of the
heather came in at the window of my lady's
bower, Donald heard her whisper:
"To-night when the moon sets, the post
ern door will be open, and the dogs will
not bark, for will have them fastened in
their kennels" And then old Donald
heard "Adieu," and kisses.
st is well you have a shepherd, my stray
lamb" said Donald as he came from his
hiding place.
There is cliff rising high aboYe the
jagged rocks of dark pass below, over
which runs the shortest road from the
Cairngorm Inn, where the Spaniard took
his abode, TO the gates of Glengowrie
Castle, and before the moon had set that
night, Donald stood there watching the
path. And shortly some one came across
it, singing a gay little Spanish song, full
of pretty trills--it D-wason Carlos. His
dress was fine, his manner jaunty. He
had the air of one going TO conquest. AS
he came TO the cliff he paused, and looked
up toward the sky.
"Bravo, Carlos" he said, speaking
aloud. "You are as irresistible to the wo-
men as eyer, and this time it is conquest
worth making;" and he lourished his
broad-brimmed hat as though doing hom-
agemosa ihef. The next moment hor
rible shrek arose and filled the air. The
hounds in their kennels howled long and
wildly, and Donald went softly back to the
castle alone.
'"Twas but wolf that was minded to
steal lambkin," he said.
In her bower the Lady of GlengOwne
watched the day break, and no step crossed
the sill of the postern door.
The laird found the lady very much
graver on his return, and very quiet.
SIS all well with the house, he asked
Donald. Sand my wifie?''
"Ay." the servant replied. 81 have
guarded your house and your wife, laird,
and harm has not come near them, nor
scandal" And after pause he added;
"You mind the Spaniard, Don Carlos9
There's been great weeping and wailing
for him. He fell oyer the cliff, in the dark,
one night, and there's no one left TO teach
the ladies to play the guitar"
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