Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1888-11-10


struck. and the heiress Of Rathdown re-
pa;red TO the parish church. Her dress and
her beauty were equally dazzling The
LANGUAGE OF 5Iacionald. inspired By the ex-
c:...,,ent OF tee J:te and the charms OF hrs
bride. was animated and his countera-.ce
expressive His hand trembled with emo
ton. and Lucy full Of hope and joy seemed
TO have attained the summit OF her wishes.
The nuptial ceremony was brought to
conclusion: nothing had occurred to inter
iaps tie splendid sole:1nity. A grand ban
cret followed, ct which the bride was the
object OF general admiration. The DAY
drew near its close; dancing. after the
fashion Of the age and country, commenced
Ia the large hall OF the castle: from this
hall a circular stone staircase led down to
an open space beneath, which was planted
with trees ard flowers. 1t was glorious
night; the sky glittered with stars, and
the atmosphere was impregnated with frag
rance. Lucy, weary of homage and adula-
ticn, sought to withdraw herself for an in
slant from the crowd, and collect her
thoughts in solitude. She descended the
stdircase, desiring to pour forth her graft
tude to the Almighty, alone in the shady
recess.s OF the garden, for the husband He
had given to her, and for the happiness she
hoped would be hers. She purposed iu:-
rioriog His divine providence to keep Mac
donald ever loving. faithful, ard devoted to
her; to render him more communicative
and make her less exacting. She was
happy, and yet-she bud need CO prayer.
II the senses are awake during tie day.
the thoughts are equally SO at night. By
day the spirit in manner elbowed by the
crowd Is lost AMID the Intoxicating whirl of
outward sensations, and strays from the
pain Of reason by night it is entirely free
to commune with Itself alone. When but
a few psces distant from the staircase,
Lucy giided unperceired, under cover Of
the obscurity, by parterre OF flowers; she
inhaled their pleasant perfume, and her
eye glanced toward the sky. Heavens;
what did she behold in the great tower al
the castle and at the northern window !:
The Spirit of RsShdown-the Banshee F.!
She wore the winding sheet Of the tomb
her hair seen by the light Of the stars re-
fected fiery hue; her countenance was
agitated by commissions; her limbs Were
distorted like those Of the criminals con-
deluned by the InqUis;tion to the rack.
She stretched forth her arms towards the
heiress, and uttered lnournfui Cry.
The bride, freezing with horror, turned
her head away ard led. In the bewildered
| state of mind into which she had been
thrown by the terrible appa:iEion, she ran
on rs chance directed her footsteps, and
lost her way; her strength soon forsook
ner; and alone, leaning against tree for
support, she paused utterly exhausted.
Her eyelids we're closed, when suddenly
a strong arm seized her; she felt herself
borne off like grain Of sand, and carried
through the Dir. She strove to resist and
cry out for help; but her captor, placing
his hand across her mouth. kept her motion
| less and dumb. He who held her was
Robert.
He neither left her any means of looking
whittier he was leading her, nor of calling
| for assistance She had confused idea
that the athletic form that grasped her
was trarersng woods, scaling mountains,
following tie course Of torrents, and climb
ing rocks A long interval elapsed; she
was on the platform of the Darsle.
Robert Kennedy paused.
':Heavens where am I?'' cried Lucy.
"On the edge Of precipice," answered
| terrible voice.
pardon p,ty!"
| "It is too late"
"RoLert
.. 80 nothing for yourself On you,
brow is virgin chap!et; | will not p!uai
it thence. Although You do not yet belong
entirely to the Scot, you are not less h:s
wife in the SIGHT of heaven, and the prop
| erty Of another shall be held sacred by NE.
| No; will not suliy the robe of innocence
on the spot where the hour OF eternity wiz
shortly strike. You loved this rock, Lucy |,
it is on that account have chosen it fos
our last meeting on earth. l am about L
alarm you anew such is my fatal dest;nJ
Lucy, bid me farewell
| Farewell to you, Roberto"
| "The last"
| 'sNo. 10, will have no last farewell, "a
eternal separation. l understand not yo,n
| intentions, but I reject them beforehand
What would you have Of mef"
| "a few tears"
He threw himself at Lucy's feet; this
night wind playing amid his black hair,
exposed his noble brow. An ousinous calm
reigned there.
| "Yes-a few tears" continued be-
And there, On the lonely rock, by the
pale CLEAN of the stars of heaven he gazsd
on the brilliant dress Of the bride with q
melancholy admiration then resumed in q
scrrowful voice
| "Oh, Lucy! how beautiful you are
has he the Scot, ever told you as much !?
Has he ever been able to comprehend his
happiness? Let me, oh let me enjoy the
rapturous bliss Of gazing on you! 1t shall
not be for long, SIN going from you. You
shall soon be delivered from me, Lucy.
have loved like mailman. My love must
end as it began; it will have been only g
long infatuation. Yet, you see my voice
does not tzemble, nor is it agitated It Is
because he, who has never known how to
reflect during life, has at last reflected be-
fore death. In love our existence is COM
plete only when it is bound up with that of
another; you have not wifisd that should
exist, Lucy! Lower your vel, one grasp
Of the hand, and adieu!"
'Robert-Robert exclaimed the bride
in the most heartrending accents, why
have you brought me hitler?"
"That might give you my last proof
of love- When we once become nothing in
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