Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1890-10-02
The sun had almost set, when carriage
drove up the rugged road and stopped


drove up the rugged road and stopped
at the lumbermen's hut.
A fair young girl, neatly Glad, alight-
ed and came forward expectantiy. Pres
entity Tory. McCorman's face became
CHASTITY, and he whispered with white
lips: God help me; it's her as writ!'
He grasped his hat and hurried out Of
the rear entrance, disappearing instant
" in the gloom.
She had by this time stepped inside
the hut, and. in gay tone, said:
..Good-evening, gentlemen. Is St.
Fleur Fuller in? Is this his abodeo"
As the questions fell from her lips each.
one OF the group uttered an exclamation
Of panied surprise. Then all eyes fell
on the expectant, but somewhat fright
ened face Of the gl.l before them, but
what man of them could utter syllable
concerning the death of "Prince Ear
nest?''
She saw that something was woefully
wrong instantly by tho panied. hushed
expression on each mans face.
.'Oh, speak-what is it; tell me what
has happened to him and where is hep
she cried, hervous1y c1asping her gloved
hands and gazing at the proprietor With
an attitude pitiable to see.
With blanched face William Stanhope
answered in low, unsteady tones:
MADAM, suppose st. Fleur is very Ill
-,
ooh, take me to him, then-quicklyp'
she interrupted, with quivering lips.
"Please take me; he needs mel"
Not man stirred, but every eye was
fixed on the proprietor, and every ear
strained to catch his reply.
Madam" he began, in q husky,
faltering accent; Madam, If St. Fleur
could not recover"
| ''Oh, are you mad? In Heavens
name take me to him-1 beg of you not
to say such cruel things" she answered,
..imploringly.
''St. Fleur Is dead dead and buried!'
The words came slow, as if the weight
of each one was fatal burden to him.
His tones were strange and unnatural.
Stunned by this terrible intelligence,
she gazed at him vacantly for few
moments; then a deathly pallor swept
over her features, as she slowly com:
L
Each one present feared for her
reason, and the horror deepened as she
kept repeating to herself: Dead, dead,
st. Fleur dead!' No tears came to her
relief. and not soul present could
bring himself to offer one word of SYM
pathy as she stood there, repeating the
fatefnl words: ''Dead, dead, deadr'
Suddenly wild cry proceeded from the
girl. and she fell PROSTATE at the feet
of the proprietor.
/ With the silent assistance of the men
she was quickly restored to conscious
ness. The dry, hot eyes glared for an
instant about her, then she walled
pathetically: ''Take me where you
have buried him. must see him once
more-I can not bear it-oh, OIL"
Gently supported by two of the men.
they led her away, out along the moon.
lit shore, for the moon had risen and
her gentle beams fell lovingly on the
rugged mound and its little rough slab;
turning the letters of the name St
Fleur to beautiful silvery hue.
Presently the agonized nourner
stretched out her hands over the CLINT
ing waters by the side of the grave, and
cried in tone Of despair. never to b.
forgotten by the listeners: "Oh, cruel
cruel waves! to rob me IT my hearts
best and dearest! Oh, St. Fleur, st
Fleur! Ha, ha, ha! Mono, he is no
dead-he is coming to me over there
don't you see him-yes-" Anothe,
wild shrek escapes her, the eyes dilat.
/ with strange terror, and before one O
the amazed group can dash forward SHE
| again drops heavily to the ground. She
too, had passed ''from this room to tn,
next''-the victim of a broken heart
] And it was so that the wall of ,
broken heart going forth DER the moon
lit deep on this. sweet September nigh
gave the lake its present suggestive
name.-Chicago Daily News.