Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1889-03-30

"Did your first 1--we die?H he asked.
"}rs, she answerG in husk ky tones;
"he was killed in railroad accident
month later"
And now" said Gera'd, with a
shiver, 1T is my turn, Ipresume?"
Hush" she said; go, ia there no
way 81 escapc?" She looked up in
painful questioning. Must it come ?"
she asked.
Don't grieve, dearest" Gerald re-
piled, soothingly; "the other may have
| leen SIMPLY a happening. Nothing
may ever come to separate us-not for
years nj, lenst'
, but | fear we cannot avert it," she
sobbed. Il feel the lev chill of death
most now. Your visit to the from
tiers next week, you know; that may
be the fatal excursion"
81 need not go; it isn't really neces-
saty,"
TEeo sighed in reli.
Well" she said, 1T is very kind OF
you to give up that eXcurs; on because
of MY"
"Whims, Thco, whims. That ia.
tality was only happening death
comes to all, You know-and the
gypsy, perhaps, had n more If m in
sight into The future than we have"
Eut Theo did not reply to this, r..
tho Ugh she tried heroically to persuade
her sHll that Gerald was fight,
Gerald felt ran Jely impress d with
Miss Thames revelation, however, and
n tachcd more importGn e to it than
h. wd I'D avn. an | waa very careful Of
his g)ing', even i'll Hampstead. The
evil might be outwittcl, h though.
1t was beautiful day, one of those
perfect days in June over which poets
rave and writer's of romance must needs
weave into their stories, and Theo de.
! Clared at was too lovely to remain in.
doors.
She would walk to the meadows, and
beyond to the hills, perhaps. Once
among the low b lis, she concluded to
Just take frightened peep into the
shady retreat of the spring.
Descending cautiously, through sun
and shadow, tn girl reached tho path
lead 'ng tliithSf; here she pailsed; lip
there on the shelving bank grew the
fate.ul blossoms pro!usely in the
spr.ngtide. This was only June, and
perhaps there were a few III bloom vet
if she could gather a few of them her
self it might make 4 way OF escape for
Gerald; who knew?
Yes; they were like death-so white,
ard Theo shiyered; bit then
Now, where next could she step?
| All! here was a stone which promised
good footing, Another effort and she
would lie on tie Eauk.
"Mercy' The 10 *, which seemed
so firmly imbeddcd in the earth, was
siipp ng from its place. Theo reached
/ .rantlcally for the oyerhangin9 gr.s
1t seemed for a moment that the sod
would bear her weight until she could
REGAIN he" position, but it suddenly
gave way and she was precipitlted to
the rocky bed below.
And there they found her, some hours
later, rigid in death. Gerald had found
the way of escape.
A CHASTITY wound in her temple,
from which the blood had trickled
down over the pebbles, told how, and
at what fearful cost, the evil was
averted.
Bearing her tender,y away from the
fatal spot, and across the sunny mead
ows, they laid her down in the dear,
familiar rooms.
Within the STIFF ned fingers were
found a hit of grass and few white
blossoms.
Gerald Fenton bowed his aSonized
face over that of his dead love, and
saw, with dumb, passionate pain, the
withered yiolets taken from the cold,
cold hands, whittier than theY.n,