Waterbury evening Democrat. [volume] (Waterbury, Conn.) 1887-1895, 1890-05-17

followed. Standing in tho darkness under
tho trees to watch for him, the poor woman
had seen Tresn ffSby her like q midnight
spirit, and, stepping forward in fright,
was hurled to the earth by the girls pur-
suers and gagged and bound. 1t was q Sad
ending to sad deception. Far away in
Norway, the same moonlight which had
just shown her pallid face to Farley had
fallen but few hours before on the cottage
roof which sheltered her through all her
peaceful childhood, and had looked down
with seeming pity into the eyes Of her gray
haired parents, eyes that longed and hun
gered for their child, but should never be
batished
But Treani She had ned on through the
darkness, with her heart shrinking and her
feet winged with fear. She knew nothing
Of the cruel miracle which had saved her,
but, in fancy, feeling the rough clutch Of
horrible hands upon her still, she strove
only to gain her lovers side. Just beyond
the row Of trees, into whose protecting
shadows she had plunged, q large gate
stood open. Through this she ran, and on
across the fields and around the town. In
. short time, from sheer exhaustion, she
ceased running, but still hurried forward
with quick breath and fluttering pulse, and
ever and anon looking back into the gloom
with q throb Of horror and fear. When she
had entered the road below tho town, she
suddenly remembered that Elchard was to
come by the other road, and she turned
back into the fields, and, crossing tho val
ley, found the dim way and fastened on.
It was q long walk to Eagle canyon, and
lonely as death, but at last she reached its
gloomy mouth and entered. Then on and
on until it seemed her weary limbs would
fail her. At the entrance to the smaller
gorge she stopped, not being sure Of the
road beyond that point, and sat down in the
darkness by the wsyside, Quivering with
WEAKNESS. The moon was lifting it, pale
disk over the mountains now, and pres
emily the yawning chssm broke open as by
magic, with all its huge powders, gnarled
pines and lowering lodges turned to gro
tssque phantasmagoria in the misty light
Then suddenly three horsenen cArne rid
ing down tho gorge; the one In tho center,
who was evidently wounded, being steAdiod
| in his saddle by tho other two. The girl
shrunk into the shadow, and they passed
| away toward tho city. She could wait no
longer after seeing that, but fed like . wild
thing up the canyon toward tho mines with
her heart crying out In apprehension. But
| soon the blessed sound Of carriage-wheels
came to her cara. It was like music and
| she fastened on. When Elohard saw her
standing by the road, with her hair fallen
down her back and her largo eyes lustrous
with fear and ysarning, he gave CRY Of
| amusement In moment she was In his
arms, clinging to him like hunted thing.
10 Paul, take me away from this awful
place |" she implored.
Eyes, darling, we will 60 now" be said,
and before the dawn broke they had rAssed
from these valleys forever.
| DR.. Dubette, too, was never seem again in
Utah after that night. Long afterward IT.
was rumored that he had been seen In old
Peru, . human wreck wandering about the
lonely borders Of the world, and all but mad
with the belief that he who sheds in~oosss
blood can never be forgiven. Bishop Parley
aied within that year Of continuous drunk.
enness, and at the last laid bare the pitiabloi
secret that tortured him out Of the world.
But what Of Arsen, the 1.-THE gatherere
Months afterward youth searching for
lost cattle found him lying in the bramble
directly across the road from the spot
| where Orson Beam had stood when he At
tempted Paul Elchard's Life. In his hand
was the weapon whose bullet had stun9
Beam through the shoulder, and in his
brain the lead which had loft Beams
weapon, singing Richards temple in its
fatal flight. Why the man was there, and
which life he had aimed to end, must ever
remain mystery. Perhaps he, too, had
deceived his cruel heart with hopes Of
rrean Hartman's love, and thought to rid
the field Of Beam just when that honest but
| creed-ridden youth should silence Elchard.
Be that as it may, his life was taken from
him; he had become unworthy of it,
and its aim and ultimate end are hid In
shadow. Mrs. Smoot now lives In the East,
and breathes the free air with ever-increas.
ing gratitude. Orson Beam is minister Of
. saner, sweeter gospel, and Paul Elchard,
helped by his faithful and worthy wife, both
upon the rostrum and in the halls Of law,
has labored long To bring in that dawn
which at last Is softeninR the gloom Of
IEormonism.
1.-THE END.1