The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1888-11-08

While he walked Shd fretted, Carol was
sleeping the sweet and peaceful sleep OF
care-frce girlhood. Whatever burdens had
pressed upon her, whatever fears oppressed
her, were all COMO now. The cold winter
daylight was streaming in at the windows
when she awoke, flushed and smiling, from
some pleasant dream She sprang up ut
once, alert add eager
The day at last. Oh, am glad, so glad,
that it will all soon be overn
She dressed herself and ran down 10 Ly-
mans den. He was not there, but slip Of
paper bearing the words "Iwill be in time F"
lay upon his desk
"Dear brother the girl murmured, as
she bent over it, al am glad for his sake
as 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 10 make her look
bride-like TO the eyes Of Mr.. Ingot when he
appeared, q full half-hour before his time,
making his way to the den, where Carol
was still waiting.
"Roses, ehl'' as he looked her over.
Why, / sent you orange blossoms,
thought brides always wore them, and q vail
or something of that kind flimsy and cloud
like, you know. One wouldn't suspect by
the look of you that you were all ready to
be married.
Carol moved away from the arm with
which he cncircled her.
al thought heard Lyman como in with
you," she said, hurriedly. "Where is heip
"You heard more important person, my
dear-the clergyman who is to unite US.
He is in the parlor, and If you are all ready,
we may as well do up the business at once.
What do you sayr'
ooh, 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.
1ngot did not finish the sentence. He was
nervous under the triumph and cxultation
Of the hour, and he studied his bride-elect
furtively while the moments wore on.
show still she keeps herself he thought,
half in 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! 1t would be
bad IL she should make stand for herself
ut the last minute, but no! it isn't in her.
She'll be mine fast enough, before she fair
~ understands that he has failed her, poor
little thingi and vow I'll be good to her TO
make up for it ALL"
The minutes licked on. Carol had grown
very pale The roses of the morning had
deserted her checks, her eyes were prefer
naturally largo 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 yielded to Lyman in the one thing,
shc yielded in every thing.
Five minutes Of the hourl 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 at ala
In the midst of her anxious thoughts, the
clock struck, and almost the same instant
the door-bell rang.
sTimes 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 servant held open. In
got's attention was all concentrated on his
bride. He did not see the sight which
caused her face, pale asst was, to turn even
palcr, in time to shield her from it.
A group of men were on the steps, bear
ing burden in between them, and that
burden was the senseless form OF Lyman
Childer, his upturncd face CHASTITY and set
as if the seal Of death were already upon it.