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

IanCeS 10 the messy SfouHh ocAO"-
The reaction came at last.
Carol inherited some Of the determines
will of her father, and although the glps'
girls words had stunned her at first, sh'
recovered by degrees. 1t began TO dawi
upon her mind that there might be sons
mistake; her faith in her lover was great
and she could not believe that he wouie
be guilty OF such terrible thing as TIM
of which the black-eyed girl accused MN
sit is false r she cried; show dare YOU
tell me such a thing? You are either IN
sane, or else malicious. What reason
have you to hate Roger Darrell, that you
should traduce him to me thus! 10"
dare you, say?" i,
Her slender figure was drawn up with
qucenly grace, and there was majesty
in her very manner, but the gypsy dld
not seem to be very deeply impressed by
it.
She laughed, and there was some
thing in the exclamation that grated
upon the nerves, and produced an I'M
pleasant feeling.
Dare You are not acquainted win
the gypsy character, see, or you would
not ask such question. There Is Moth
ing that Barbara Merriles would not dare
undertake. Hate Roger Darrell? Yes, l
have cause to, but hate could never
manufacture such a story. Do you want
proof strong as holy writ9 You can have
it from your lovers lips. He will not
dare deny the truth. Look him in the
eyes and tell him you have heard the
story Of Nora Warner. Then mark well
the pallor of his face, his shrinking eyes,
his trembling form. He will stand be-
fore you condemned. Will You love him
still. the man who would have welded
you with his lawful wife still living, and
in mad house, you whose face pro-
claims your pride, or will you spurn the
coward. and send him from you with
words of loathing?"
"What can | do. IL what you tell me is
trues Oh. my God, cannot believe it !
He is too noble, too Just, too good. There
is some mistake-there must be some
mistake. Girl. do you know that your
words have gone to my heart like hot
iron. soaring and scorching my very soul,
and that, though would give worlds TO
weep. cannot shed tear? Surely this
Is some horrid nightmare. from which |
shall awaken and thank Heaven IL was
but dream"
Her apparent agony Of mind was so in
tense that 1t seemed to have some effect
even on the gypsy girl. who had hated
her so bitterly, for when she spoke there
was vein OF pity in her voice, whether
real or assumed it would be hard indeed
to say.
II the latter. then il accomplished we'll
its work, for Carol was more willing To
believe one who was in sympathy with
her. than one who seemed to gloat over
her misfortune.
"Poor child Of the house-dweller," the
GYPSY said, her voice both low and soft. like
the purring OF a cat. aud her manner
possessed OF no little magnetism after
all you are not TO blame. Why should |
feel hard toward your We are both his |
victims. Strange that the fair child OF |
the house-dweller and the poor Romany
girl should meet as equals. but it is so. |
have seemed to cut you TO the heart,
but some day you will thank me for my /
work. when you realize from what a ter
-ible fate | have saved sou. Adios, Carol /
What, are you going"
Yes; my duty is done. Should you
wish to see me again, you viii find me
lere a. noon. | love to sit and look at
he waters OF yon river, down below.
10 not ask you TO believe my words;
prove them by confronting the william,
md ask him II he knows Nora Warner.
am here for vengeance. have come
rom a sunny land over the great water,
GLOWING him wherever he went, and my
inst blow shall fall through you, though
do not bear you malice. You may hate
ne, but it win be as one would hate the
urn Of the iron soaring the flesh after
he poison OF mad dog had been sent
nto it.
Turning, the strange creature was
one.
The night was one long to be remem-
erred.
In the eastern sky the round moon,
faiking in glory. lent her silyery light to
he world below. and myriads of twink.
nS stars. mysterious lanterns OF the
light. were hung about to assist, in a
aeble way, her brave effort
Through openings in the branches
bove. the moon peeped down. casting
ing silver spears to the ground tina.
eemed 70 viorate as the night air rustled
he leaves overhead.
The air was melodious with the sum.
Ter chorus of the night, as heard on the
otomac.
Roger was walking slowly up and down
18th his arms behind him. Where his
ioughts were could be easily guessed,
nd. therefore, what must have been his
to see a slender. white.
,bed figure standing in front of him.
.What. Carol. my darling. is it really
pa? Why, are you here2' he asked.
'nderly.
Il am here to learn the truth. Roger;
here is Nora Warner?" she said. almost
srcely.
CHAPTER III.