Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1889-06-21

river you may be seen; see, ! have
brought you IA lantern and matches.
and here are bread and wine and
meat. The larder was well stocked
for my home coming, Within three
days, II possible. will come again.
Ny signal will Re three boots of the
night-hawk. Now hasten; every mo-
ment is precious"
"How will you return?"
1.-The stream is with mel shall
have no trouble"
land you will not forget" he urged
laying his hand on her arm as they
stood on the swaying boat.
do not fear" she said bitterly. 81
will be here if live"
you are brave girl" he said with
CLEAN of admirationin his eyes as he
looked at the pale beauty of the de-
termined face.
.'For your sake | am almost sorry
have made you do this thing"
ut is no time now for reproaches
or regrets" she answered, coldly.
What is done, is done. IL any one
suffers for to-night's work, rest assur-
ed that it will not be yourself"
He bent down aud kissed her brow
she neither inviting nor repelling
the caress; then taking the bundle
from her hand he rapidly assembled
the jutting stonework, and posing
himself an instant on the ledge, drop
ped noiselessly into the ruined hall
within.
A faint CLEAN of moonlight parted
the heavy clouds, and reflected Itself
on the surface of the dark, still waters.
In the pallid, shadowy light the girl 5
face looked almost deathlille. She
waited an instant for the signal that
announced his safe y, then loosened
the boat, and was borne on the rapid
impetuous current back TO the mill
house again.
The few eiTortless strokes of the oar
in the backward passage cost her no
exertion; the rush of the rising wind,
and the dash of the river-foam, SEEM
ed rather to invigo"ate than to alarm
her. The fantastic forms of the
drifting clouds above her head, the
swaying shadows thrown on the dark
waters from either bank, the breath of
the chill wind on her hair, the whirl and
rush of the rapid waters that closed her
in on every side-all these suited her
mood, and braced her energies and
! gave IA strange, fearless audacity to
! her smile, more dauntless grace 10
| her form.
She sprang out at the landing place.
and moored the boat once more--then
with light flying sleeps ran into the
house and closed the door behind
| her.
Her heart throbbed fast as she en-
! tered. christening her wooden shoes
she stole with cautious footsteps up
the stairs; the door was n Jar; the light
of the pale, sickly moon struggled
through the clouds and fell across the
easement The dark figure on the
bed lay motionless-his heavy
regular breathing alone disturbed the
silence. Thank God!' she murmur-
ed; "oh, thank Godn and straight
way fell on her knees before the wood
en- crucifx, and wept and prayed in
the very abandonment of JOY and glad
relief.
She thought she was safe.
Safe? For all that Loves blindness
might have discovered she was; but
she never thought that Hate has a
thousand eyes, and that while Love
sleeps and dreams it is awake and
watchful.
Il would have speech with you,
Pierre Leroux." The young miller
star ed and turned toward the
| speaker
lis it you, Rose Michel? Have you
come to see Ninette?n
mo; / have come TO see YOU"
1t was close on sunset; Pierre
stood by the riverside, where
he had halted moment for
rest and GOODNESS after the labors OF
the day. Silently he turned to the
woman who had so abruptly address.
him. His heart was so light, his life
so happy; he had neither fear nor a
care in the world now, save touch OF
anxiety for the week-old wife, whose
whose eyes were less bright than their
wont, or SO it seemed to his fond
| fancy.
40 see mep What is it?" he asked
carelessly, and all the time his eyes
rested on the rOse-covered POI ch
where the fairy figure he SO loved was
used to stand and watch for his home
coming.
ut Is matter serious enough you
have enjoyed your fools paradise "a
week. DO you care TO come out of it
now?"
What do you mean?n he asked
with sudden anger
1.-The earth and air are COOL" NUT
tered Rose Michel, .but the heart OF
woman is evil"
A vague fear stirred within tho
young mans breast; his ewes left tie
solitary porch and turned to the
brown, hard visage beside him.
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