Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-11-13

and the murmur of her last words was
lost in her kisses.
Eugene roughly repulsed her, sprang
up, and stood before her.
Cora, he said, sternly, this is trick.
hope; but trial or no, never repeat il,
neverl Remember"
She also quickly drew rp her figure.
Ali how you love herl" she cried.
Yes, you love her; it is she you love-
know it, feel it, and IL am only the
wretched object of your pity or Of your
caprice. Even Mildred Lester is no
longer remembered. Very we'll; go back
to her-go and protect her, for swear to
you she Is in perillN
He smiled with his naughty irony.
Let us see your plot, he said! SO
you intend to kill herr"
IF / can!" she sail; and her superb
arm was stretched out as though to seize
q weapon.
what! with your hand?"
The hand shall be found"
You are so beautiful at this moment, :"
said Eugene, i am dying with the de-
sire to fall at your feet. Acknowledge
only that you wished to try me, or that
you were mad for moment"
She gave a savage smile.
-Ohl you fear do you2" she said, coldly;
then rails ,ng again her voice, which as
sumed malignant tone, you are right;
am not mad; did not wish to try You;
am jealous--I am betrayed. and / shall
revenge yself, no matter what it costs
me, for care for nothing more in this
world! Go, and guard herl"
BE it so; l CO." said Eugene, with
flashing eyes. He Immediately left the
room and the house; he reached the
Grand Central Depot on foot, and that
night reached Roxbury.
Something terrible there awaited him.
CHAPTER XXXII.
DESPAIR.
Oscar Slyme had been making the
most of his time, though thus far mat
ters had not turned out as he had expect
ed or desired.
Baffled in bringing about Eugene ruin
through the Senator, he determined to
separate him from Flora, whom, notwith-
standing what had happened, he still
loved as much as he hated Cora Ellisto on.
He dare not go to her himself, but
while in the service of the Senator and
Warren Leland he had become acquaint-
ed with a connection of the Leland fami-
ly, sour minded old maid, who affected
religion and all the virtues, and professed
to despise wealth and the pleasures of
this world, and who, as matter of
course, hated her younger, prettier, and
more fortunate relative, Flo, and all her
family with an intense and perfect hatred
Oscar Slyme knew and understood this
woman thoroughly, and determined to
make her his tool.
He went TO her, told his story-a fear
full story it was-and when he saw she
was almost bursting with the informat alton
she had received, suggested that she
should go to Roxbury and pay the Le-
lands visit, especially, as he happened
to know, Eugene Cleveland was out of
the way.
She jumped at the idea, and the very
next eastern bound train had her on board
as passenger.
1t is almost needless to say that Mrs.
Leland and Flora were greatly astonished
when informed that their connection,
Miss Phebe Craven, had arrived to pay
them a visit. They could not understand
it. Their intercourse with her had al
ways BEEN very constrained. Neither
their character nor their religion coin
cided with hers.
After moments reflection Mrs. Leland
said:
"Of course we must receive her and
treat her well. You go down, Flo, and
entertain her for while. I will come
later and relieve you"
very we'll, mamma, and with re-
signed sigh Flo descended to the recep-
ton room.
At sight of her Miss Phebe started to
H., Il ha,,
arms about her neck and kissed her. Flo,
however, did not return this greeting quite
SO cordially.
her maiden relative; she simply contented
Craven hated Flo intensely, and now she
her, and she would not lose it. What
wonder, then, she began with kiss?
The death Of the Senator had destroyed
which he believed he would receive for
and in his rage and disappointment he
had been very bitter against Eugene
Phebe learned through him that Eugene
had been in the chamber of Mrs. Ellis
ton the night of the Senator's death. On
to frame the most odious suspicious; and
Slyme, patfied in his vengeance, and like
her in his envy, had aided her.
On Flora's invitation, she again took
her seat, but forced her young relative
into chair by her side, and still held
her hand.
Soon she affected to make the Sena-
tors death the theme of conversation
ch fau kao III in,
tance, and kissed Flo's imprisoned hand
with burst of tenderness.
MY poor little thing!" she said to her;
1T is for you also weep, for you will
be yet more unhappy than heretofore. if
that can be possible"
Il do not understand you, Phebe," an
swered Flora, coldly.
IF you do not understand me so much
the better" replied Miss Phebe, with a
shade of bitterness. Then, after a mo-
ment's pause: Listen my dear little
thing! this is duty of conscience which
comply with. You see, an honest crea-
ture like you merits better fate; and
your mother, too, who is also dupe.
This man would deceive the Almighty
himself. In the name of humanity, !
feel bound to ask pardon for both OF
them"
Il repeat, Phebe, that do not under
stand YOU"
But it is impossible, Flo! Come, it is
impossible that all this time you have
suspected nothing"
Il suspect nothing, Phebe Craven,
Flora, because know all.
"Ah! continued Phebe, dryly, if this
be so. have nothing to say. But there
iv,k ha4 ha
modate their conscience to very strange
thinUs