Roseburg review. [volume] (Roseburg, Or.) 1885-1920, 1888-10-26

oaW ndo running away WAA 80
frightened, o Marcia, / was 90 fright
eHed They would hang me without
mercy. Marcia viii youhi me. and
promise me to tell no onei not even
HaroldG You know him Narcia. You
know him. I could not bear to have
him know. The angels win reward
you, they know an innocent, and viii
reward you" and she takes his head
upon her breast and wipes the large
drops of peispiration from his dark
locks, as when he was a little babbline
child.
"Hy poor Clare my poor baby
brother, you can trust your sister
Marcia she leads him away, then
passes in through the door.
"Marcia" says Harold mesttng her IN
the doorway. "what were you doing
out 50 Iatef Yen ara damp with daa.a
"Ihave been walking in the groundsn
Il thought I heard voises," be nss
suspiciousIy.
"Some passers by Berhapss she mr.
swers. "Ol could l but tell him. sbe
thinks.
She escapes to her room, the horror
in hersoul Her poor father. de.dt
Shot down by the hands Of her brother
SO the world would think, all his plead.
ing could not cause them: to think 9th
erwlse. Yes, she would help him away
1t was the only alternative. She clasps
her hands and offers up silentpnyer.
Her wedding ring falls frohr her fnosr
and rolls into the snouldesing FIRE, she
grasps the tongs and searches long for
1t, but nowhere is it to be found. What
strange horror is this, that has seizsl
herY what baAeful omen to lose her
wedding ring. Could it be something
more was to be added TO her already
breaking heart3 Those awful dsys
pass on. The poor old father now hes
out in the cemetery. Ahl il wss
fearful sight, the white hair drawn far
down to cover q ghastly wound on his
forehead. Great was the indignation
OF the masses against the one that
committed that awful deed, but in
their searches, high and low, he was
not to be found.
II.
1t was growing dusk. Marcia .sIips
away to cheer and comfort that poor
despair1ng boy. Soon he could 20
a"ay, out to another continent where
he would be unknown. and begin his
life anew. He raises his bowed head
and grasps her hand:
Marcia your reward win cone or
all your loving care. Is thsre an
other heart in all this world % tender
and trustful2" =
She fingers with him long, and with
soothing words, tries to cheer a
fort him. Harold meets her
door.
Marcia you must not go Oh. o..-@
night see, your mantle is damp with
dew. What were you doingP' he
asked cnldly.
Harold 1 was walking IN the
grounds, but she passes INTO her ru,u..
and there is snawing pain at her
heart. "Yes | must tell him, thsie<--
has never been a secret between us, in
all our hves before. / will tell him
all and plead for my innocent brother,
Her good angel whispers: "tell him now,
tell him now," but the evil spirit vhis-
pers: "wait, wait, he will distrust your
brother" The days wear away. al
will tell him to morrow" but many 10
morrows come and go. She breads TO
speak, she fears be might distrustpoor
Clsre. Il will wait til he is gone,
then viii tell him all"
III.
The sun sinks low, and the crimson
clouds hang in the heavens like sheets
of flame and throws . radiance oyer
the earth, radiance like that whi.h
guided the children of Israel over the
plains of Arabia. The despairing boy
raises his dark eyes to heaven. and
calls upon the Father Of the motherlen
to deliver him ssfelY out of the haslis
of the Philistines.
"Ah yes Marcia is my Moses, she
will lead me on. my brave, peerless
Marcia" and tue large dropsof perapir-
alton stands upon his forehead.
'Clare my poor brother, and Marsia
is coming through the dusk, sthis is
our last meeting, if we never meet
again, you will always tread the straisas i
path. Whatever temptation assails
you, think Of Marcia, and il you stain
bic by the way side. rise and struggle
ION"
I marcia, Marcial win ever fsrprt
your xOrdsi will ever forget tbs
loving care you took of the ontcass
bovP And he holds her head upon bis
breast, and wipes the streaming t.ar.
away: Farewell Marcia, farewell
forever he Turns quickly and tresds
away, out into the darkness, out In shs
Ritiless world, never again to box
upon his native land. Marcia with
slow, unsteady steps turns to 20, ere
she retraces many steps. Harold stsnds
before her, his face Is whitrswi,s isal.
GUS rage and his soice is thick aith
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