The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1889-12-28

never happy in the deception; even had
you not found me out, believe wbuld
have given up all and gone away re
pentant woman-I would have done it
know would, only-only-"
"You learned to love Hugh Vernor?'
"You are insulting, but-well IIde
serve it."
Pardon me, spoke thoughtlessly
Believe me, would neither insult MOI
injure you one hairbreadth's more thar
the necessities of justice require"
"You are good man, Wilson Errick.
son." she said slowly, and then, without
another word, she turned away and left
him standing there, a strange pity fol
her .erring self the dominant feeling
within him.
She did not avail herself of the three
deys' grace granted her. The next
morning letter lay in Genie Towards
hand. A letter to be read in the pres
ence of Wilson Erickson and Hugh
Vernon.
1t began abruptly, continued rather
incoherently:
Il am not she whom you have believed ne fol
six months past. Eunice-thk true Eunice For.
roster is sleeping the last, long sleep; and +
| we'll, am Eunice Forrester's sister. Oar mother
had been wife before she married CLARK For.
roster, bride and a widow before sixteen and
am the child of that marriage.
This only learned eight years ago, for nv
fathers N other had made my mother believe
me dead at my birth, but dying she confessed
| the truth M
Jt 1voc 7 ubo oaid for Eunica,S yaor n, =.
| knowing how fragile she was, and hopi
| would obtain position as teacher. IfyasfEs
! vain-day by day her heath grew worse I'LL she
was helpless. We lived together, fol lovec
| her tenderly, and 1 worked for us pth All,
Heaven what a struggle for mere e1stence ii
| was. have been hungry while bflght dell
cacies for her. Often and often sfe spoke Of
James Forester, and if forgiving Der parents,
he remembered her claims, she pd 1 would
never know want again.
But would not live long anywy, she said
the rude jostle of life is not for me but would
leave it all to you-all to you, mysister.' Two
weeks before james Forester Sieath Eunlce
died, and when learnd she waslis heiress the
| temptation came to me to personte her.
az have every right to it,! eied. Had she
lived lew weeks longer it wduld have beer
mine She would have left it to me- 1t was
only sophistry, but tried to eae my conscience
| with it.
Il have never been happy snce my sin, even
| had it never found me out.
you, sheltered in a homeall your life, can
never dream what my temptation was. Only
| God can tell that. was homeless, despair1ng
penniless l do not ask parion, only that you
all remember, with pity, the unhappy girl you
have known as "EUNCE FORESTER"
At the last words moan of agony
broke from Hugh Vernm's lips-the cry
of a strong man in alony-the pallor
on his bronze face was Ishen.
Genie went straight 10 his side, tears
on her soft, dark lasles, and laid her
hand on his arm.
you loved her, High? Answer me
truly"
"Yes, loved her. with mirth'
less laugh-"I love her still. o, God, il
is terrible!'
Her temptation was terrible. Hugh,
if you love her, will you seek and find
her?"
He looked up.
sYou wish that? Sometimes, Genie,
l feel | have wronged you, and yet
She smiled.
"Wronged me? Nay, it is well we did
not both wrong ourselves. We were
meant for friends, Hugh-warm, true
friends, and that we will ever be%
She laid her hand in his, and, zMho1t
a word, he bent his stately lead and
kissed it. =
Only long low waste of yellow sand.
dreary moan of the dark waves tapping
the shore, and a girl standing, with
shadow-tilled eyes, looking over the gray
waste of waters.
A girl with clustering, red-gold hair
and sapphire eyes looking out from u
pallid, young face, whose youth seemed
to have fled from it in the bitterness OF
some living pain.
An exquisite face, however, despite
the weary droop of the lovely mouth,
the passionate despair of the beautiful
eyes.
Suddenly she stretched out he: hands
with bitter cry.
my punishment is more than l can
bear" she said. 80, Hugh! my love, my
love-!
Was it her cry that was answered?
Was it fate or simply chance that he
had sought her SO long and found her
| thus?
There was a mans firm footster
crunching the yellow sand, and then he
was at her side.
With low, startled cry she threw up
her hands, and even at that moment
he noticed the pallor of her face, the
fragility of her form.
Hugh, Hugh!'
The words broke like wall from hel
lips, and then from him:
THANK God l have found you! my
darling. my love!"
The next moment his arms were
around her, his kisses falling on her lip!
and brow.
For moment he thought she ha(
tainted; so white and still she rested
her head on his shoulder, her dark lasl
sweeping his cheek. =
Suddenly she opened her eyes.
"Genie! where is she? is She"
"Genie is Wilson Errickson's wife"
And, Hugh, can you-O, Hugh,
4 does not mean"
That l love you love you wei
enough to forgive your sin, and, in tn,
brightness of the future, to forget tn,
| mast 7 have learned of vour Sacr;aoo