Nevada County picayune., 1890-12-18

idCe Uut Oil, 'Cia aHi Ho' worthy of such passionate love !''
 "Worthy? My love! my queen!' v
 It was we'll they were alone, tho after all it would have made lite diff. ference, for the next moment she was folded close in his arms, his passion ate kisses falling like rain on her lips and brow and red-gold hair. "oh for an hour where tn, sun first found us, I Out on the beach with his red cloak round us' , Oh, for an hour, and you, love, near me, None but the waves and you to hear me-
 All day the words of that sweet est of all love-songs have rung in my ears, Evelyn," he said. l "Oh, for an hour, and you, love, near me, None but the waves and you to hear me-"
 And it was all love, sweet love, that the waves listened to, and no word spoke he then of the failing of all the Carrisbrokes no words left his lips of the terrible jealousy that was Carrsbroke inheritance, a curse that had wrecked the happiness of many bright lives of hls name.
 So the bright, sweet summer passed, and Evelyn Clayton grew fairer, if possible, in the happy bliss of her sweet lovc-dream-the love- dream so soon to know bitter awakening.
 And then, when all was fair and bright, and life like cloudless sum- mer sky, the shadow fell, the shadow that darkened life for Evelyn Clay ton, darkened the fair lovedream that had been so madly, so perilous- ly sweet.
 "In love. fl love be love and love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'cr be equal powers, Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all"
 That was Evelyn Clayton's belief nntil the day Gerald Carrisbroke' mad jealousy laid her life barren and bare before her.
 And yet, was he so much to blame?
 God only knows! Perhaps few lovers would have taken it less lightly.
 It was when hope was highest and love brightest that the gloamlng came.
 Even after many days, the memo- " came back to her with all the old pain and agony of the moment.
 She was standing on the cliff with her layer, when she had come face to face with Franklin Emerson.
 His dark eyes met hers in recogni- ton for moment, and mocking smile curved his lips at the sudden pallor of her face.
 That night note lay in her hand.
 II must see you,' it ran; "meet me below the cliffs at eight o'clock tonight"
 Her face grew pale as death.
 II will not go," she cried, ''and yet-oh, Iona, my sister! Oh, God in heaven What will l do?'
 And then, as a promise given to the dying crossed her mind, she lift ed n wrap, and throwing it around her head and shoulders, stole from the house.
 A man stood waiting her coming.
 You recognize me?' he said, q peculiar smile curving his lips as his eyes fell on her face.
 "Yes, l know you. Reginald Emerson, and l simply ask the price of your silence. :"
 He laughed again.
 Your memory does you credit, " he said. II beheve you only saw
 Never mind .' cutting across his words, II have asked the price of your silence.
 The man laughed as he answered her.
 ''I will bring it to you here at this time tomorrow, the girl said.
 And then without another word she turned away-turned away and went quickly around the edge of the cliff, and came face to face with Gerald Carrisbroke.
 Gerald Carrisbroke-bnt not the handsome, bright-faced lover, whose eyes had never looked with aught but love upon her: but a man whose very lips were white with fury.
 "So you have left your other lover Evelyn?" he said; "but hardly ex- pected to meet your dupe as you left him :"
 My goodness! Gerald, are you mad 2" she cried, pleadingly.
 "Yes, 1 am mad--or rather, have been mad to trust your fair, false face. Evelyn Clayton, do you know what you have done? Wrecked a