Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1889-08-09

young girl in his arms and carried her up
to her room and dressed her wounds and
soothed her as best he could.
By-and-by he came down, and found
Rachel out in the moonlight under the
yellow naples. She had bandaged both
her hands, for they were fearfully
burned, and she had told DIR. Moore she
was not hurt.
"My dear little girln' he said, draw
ing her into the sitting-room, ''you have
deceived me-you aye burned. l must
see after this myself" And he took off
the wrappers and grew pale at sight OF
the poor SCARED and blistered hands.
She submitted to him quietly. His
touch brought back to her some of the
sweetness of the old time. And she had
made up her mind to tell him this very
evening that he was free.
"Rachel," said he, when he had fin
ished dressing the burns, 81 want to talk
to you a little while. You have givenme
no chance lately, and have been very
unhappy over it. l have at times almost
began to fear that after all you did not
care for me as l thought you did,"
II desire your happiness above any
thing else" began Rachel, bravely, "and
when l saw that you were pleased with
Laura, and indeed it is not strange, for
she is young and handsome-"
"Pleased with Laura, said DR. Moore
81 was never pleased with her, dear. l
have been playing, you will think, a very
mean and dastardly game, but my con-
science approves me! Two years ago,
Rachael, that girl firted with my brother
Henry and broke his heart! He was
young, romantic and very susceptible!
Her beauty enthralled him. She, like
the heartess fiirt she is, led him on until
he knew no rest nor joy away from her.
Then, when his devotion became trouble
some-for there was another suitor ON
hand-she laughed at him for an idiot
and frankly told him she had never
thought of marrying him.
"She had only been amusing herself,
and had supposed he was doing the same.
It was so ridiculous for people to get in
love. Henry went to his lodgings,
entered his room, locked the door, and
blew out his brains! And when this
girl, who had caused his death Just as
surely as though her own white hands
had held the pistol-when she heard of
it, she cried out: what fool! But
there! | always thought he was rather
weak somehow! and he was so fond of
mel Dear me how disagreeable it is to
have men falling in love with onep BY
the side of my poor brothers dead body
| made vow that if ever destiny threw
this false and treacherous girl in my way
would punish her for her sin against him,
and have kept my word. Perhaps it is
not noble or generous for me to say it,
but believe she loves me. And, Rachel,
darling, love only you!"
Despite poor Rachel's involuntary
shrinking back, he took her into his arms
and kissed her in the old slow, sweet
way.
So her lost happiness came back.
Laura Sayres was not able to leave her
room when Rachel and DIR. Moore went
quietly to the village chapel one morning
and were married
And when Aunt Edith told Laura of
what was going on-and Aunt Edith had
wicked sort of enjoyment in telling her
you may well believe there was scene.
The next day Laura went home.
A month afterward she married old
Goldbrim, who was seventy years old, and
worth million; and the old fellow still
lives, and leads her life of it,
DR.. Moore and his wife are living their
contented, quiet, country life, all the hap
pier, maybe, for the cloud which once
came across the heaven of their love-
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