Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1889-07-25

He did not see the girl suddenly turn.
cast upon him the intensest freight of
those flashing eyes. nor hear her awful
threat.
The blow is falling Roger Darrell. and
it shall be the hand OF the despised ipsy
that sends the poisoned dart TO your
heart. Pain and trouble-they shall come
to you through Barbara MerrilesT
One afternoon-would she ever forget
it?--while Carol walked in the forest. her
thoughts upon the strange break that had
come into her life, she became conscious
OF the fact that she was no longer alone.
that some one stood leaning against
tree Just in front OF her.
With start she looked up, and her eyes
fell upon a strange girl.
There was no mistaking what she was.
for. although dressed much different. and
in much more costly apparel than all the
gipsies, Carol had ever seen, as il she
was OF foreign blood, there was the I'M
mstakable gypsy stamp about her face
and peculiar costume.
Although Carol been a trihe surprised
and startled at first. she had quickly got
over that, and was about to resume her
walk, when the gypsy girl addressed her.
Such glowing black eyes had surely
never been seen before. They lit up the
whole brown face, and at times made il
seem actually beautiful.
"Stay, child OF the house-dweller. BE
not in haste to leave me. have come
here with the purpose Of meeting you.
for have something TO tell YOU" she
said, in the strangest voice Imaginable |
Il was like the cooling OF dove, yet with |
vein easily traced in It that grated like |
the elashing Of cymbals. or the weird 4
notes Of her native castanets.
something 10 say 10 me OF whom 1
would YOU talk2" asked Carol in surprise.
"Of Roger Darrell
The three words went like an arrow
home to the heart Of the pale lily, and
the black eyes, quick to see the startled
look Of pain. took upon themselves a
glow that one could easily imagine was
satisfaction.
Carol saw this, and il served to give
her fictitious strength. She OWNED
now that something terrible was about
to be made manifest. and while her soul
sickened with apprehension, she assumed
brave front.
What would you tell me of Roger
Darrell. girls"
Has it ever occurred to you that this
lover of yours has a seeret2 There is
something in Roger barrels past that
will chill your blood with horror-a skele-
ton that he has tried to bury these many
years. but which will not be kept under
ground. All ! he has deceived You as he
deceived me. Soft words blind the eye>
To you he is all that is good and noble
to me, all that is bad. He is devil,H
what mean your For Gods sake,
speak, girl. Don't you see am stiiling?"
gasped Carol, one white hand grasping
her perfect throat as though she was al
most unable 10 breathe.
A wicked CLEAN came into the gipsy's
orbs.
Listen to me. then. daughter OF the
and will tell You Of his
All this Barbara Merriles can
prove. The man you love the man who
has wooed you with soft, honeyed words,
and whom you believe to be the soul OF
honor-that man, Roger Darrell, has a
wife living shut up in a mad-house.'
Carol Richmond shrank back appalled,,
as those horrible words, uttered in a sib-
liant whisper by the gypsy girl, smote her
Ears.
There was something so blood-curdling
m their significance that her very heart
seemed to cease beating. and lie like lead
within her. She would have fallen but
Tor the support the tree gave her.
As for Barbara Mer1iles, she stood
there watching her victim with the re-
norseless CLEAN Of pitiless tigress in
Ter eyes. One could have thought, from
he keen satisfaction she seemed to ex
libit in thus decorating the heart of this
air girl, whose face was Ike the pale
blush Of the delicately-tinted rose. that
he had cause to hate her, and yet they
lad never met before
For fully a minute Carol was unable
o say a word. and her blue eyes had al
most shut. for she was on the very verge
4 becoming insensibic. There was q
inging in her ears, and yet she could