Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-08-29

came from no one knew where. have her
fathers picture upon the wall7
Was the fact of its face being turned In
to be considered an insult. or what? Her
blood began to leap through her veins
like molten lava, but she was suddenly
aroused from this state OF stupefaction
ner In which her blood was boiling, by
the voice of Roger.
'sCarol :"
A simple pronunciation of her name.
but there was that in the tone that
caused her heart to seemingly stand still.
She slowly turned.
Roger had only obtained a glimpse OF
the face that was inclosed in the gold
frame and turned to the wall, and he had
not recognized it, Of course. His mind,
too, was upon other things, and he paid
little heed to the emotion of the young
girl save as it referred to him.
Carol !"
She read much in the manner of his
pronouncing her name. II had always
sounded like music from his lips. for
love made him speak it as no other could
but now, besides reverence she could read
passion but half suppressed, wild en-
treaty and fadeless, deafness love in his
voice
Gone were all other thoughts.
She knew that perhaps the greatest
trial Of her life was before her, and she
took long, deep breath, as if she could
draw in with it inspiration and courage
TO do that which reason told her was
right, even when her heart cried out
against its bitterness.
He came step closer to her.
His arms were held out, his pleading
eyes fixed upon her own with a glance
that was almost fascination.
How she longed to throw herself into
those arms and be forever at rest; but
she knew full well guilt would never let
her rest, and, with heroism worthy of
the olden martyrs, she stilled her throb-
bling heart as best she could and held
back.
The temptation had just then been al
most beyond her endurance, but she had
and from this time on the vic
tory was In her hands.
What did she believe of him, standing
AhNA' ohh lbOhtbR IA Ailt tltHI
The story of Nora Warner, as told by
that unfortunate girl herself, must have
flashed into her mind like lightning. bat
with her eyes upon Roger barrels hand
some. honest face, she was as sure that
be could do no wrong to any one willfully
As that she drew breath
That Nora Warner was his vretched
wife she understood too well, for had ne
not himself acknowledged the stain upon
his name9 But that he had acted the
part Of villain toward her Carol could
never believe.
Ever since hearing what Barbara Mer- 4
tiles had to say. she had deemed him in. |
1ocent of any wrong, such was her love
and trust, and this it was that made her /
believe in him through ALL
They had called Nora Warner mad /
Why should she not, therefore, imagine /
wen more wonderful and more terrible
.hings than those she had told to Carroll
She had seen demented peple before, |
md knew their vagaries-knew that OFT
lines they cursed the hand that cared 4
or them, and reviled the one who loved /
md cherished them since childhood. a /
I she had been devil ON earth instea,
IF an angel.
Wonderful, Is ii not, what things dar,
through the mind in a few seconds O.
meg
Roger could bear the silence no longer
When he spoke his voice vibrated with
motion which he uied in vain to sup.
Dress.
Carol, my own love. for the last time
come TO you, a suppliant. Pride has
,iven way before the love that floods my
.oul, and, unable to restrain the words
hat rush to my lips, | speak on, II may
2 to my doom. You may hate me- for
nus tempting you, hut God know do
lot look at it 10 the same light you
10. The shame of the past is buried in
he madhouse Why should this woman
ONE between us?
Listen TO me, dear Carol told you
nee you were my first love, and tell
ou the same now. No matter what
appens in the future, believe that, and
lso that shall be faithful to you until
cath takes me hence. Oh, my poor
arling, why We're you eur ed with love
Ike pine, that seems to blight where it
ais; and yet God Is my witness that If
could serve you by having my poor
'ody tortured, willingly would undergo
he iniliction. You believe me, do you
lot, belovedy
"You know l do, Roger. You know
hat my heart is wholly yours, and ever
ill be, but once again l tell you what
GU ask can never be. There rests be-
ween us a barrier as deep and unfathom-
BILE as the abyss through which the
Iver passes on its way to the sea--a bar
Ter as high as the noblest peaks OF the
and over which even love a.
owerful as ours cannot reach. My
cart is breaking, Roger, but better that