The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1890-02-28
her lips, but she could not control the cloud
oftrouble that rolled over her beautiful

her lips, but she could not control the cloud
oftrouhle that rolled over her beautiful
dark iace
He saw it, but governing his feelings of
veXation, he put out his hand and drew her
to his hosom, laid her bright lend. with all
its glittering ringlets, against his breast. an,
combine her trcsscs with his fingers, STOPPED,
and whispered
BE ut peace. sweet one! In this matter,
henGeforti, yon hav0 no personal respon-
sb!lity whatever What's done is DONE
WHAT'S past remedy il past regret No
woman IL ut tliesnme time under bonds to
both father and hlisband she passes from
the protection of the former to that of the
latter. You lett your fnther for me; evenhnd
that been wrong it il done. and cannot he un.
done. Now new duties invest you; now YOU
no longer belong to him, but to me, Your
husband, who proudly claims all yonr love
snonsihe for you. 1t is who must deal
with Your father. Leave nil to mel
II will! she said, suddenly, with impas-
heatt.
Now, then, my sweetest love- will you do
ar YOU promised Mt our marriage ceremony?
Will yon-will you-will you obey me-" he
whispered in her err.
on, yes" she aspirated, hiding her blush
ing fnre upon his bosom: did not vow to
do 10? did not the minister cxhort me to do
SO? and will it not he the sweetest, sweetest
PLEASURE OF my life to obey my dear husband,
my love, my licee lord:"
always, and in ull things, Lionnc?" he
| whispered
always, and in all things!" she said, lift
ing her beautiful head. Soul and body
am yours! without one atom of self -reseryn.
| tion, yours-wholly yours! Dispose of me as
you will, love, lord, husl'and!" and with i'm
| rassionci devotion. and lerpct sci .surren.
der, she yielded herseI. to his fervcnt brace
While pressing her to his BOSOM he stopped
and whispered
-, "'rhc household will soon be astir, myIove
We must be prudent We must seem to-day
ilk" civil, indifferent arluainta nces. and so
| dishrm suspicion: but tonight, when all the
iamily shall have retired to rest, steal forth
and meet me in the messy grotto."
| No answer.
Will You do tllis?"
| Still no answer
Sweet wife. you must do this! Now an.
swcr.''
.fes," in n low and thrilling tone.
Once more lie strained her to his heart.
pressed n fervent kiss upon her lips, sighed
and released her. They parted. He strolletl
through the gate and down to the banks o:
tho Singing Stream" And she went into
| the house to attend to llcr domestic duties,
The next evening WINS spent in the sitting
room, first over game of whist, in which
l.ionne. md Orvile played against Mr.. Del.
nforet and dummy" nndlost. And then the
tragedy Of" Fnzio; or, The Italian Wifc's Re.
veng"." was rend aloud by Orville Deville;
ana mt its conclusion. gave rise to IL discus.
sion upon love, jealousy, treacllery, and re.
vengc.
There was quite IL warm debate, and each
expressed decided opinions.
All except Lionne. She listened, burned,
gioMed. md spanked; hut said nothing.
How think you, Miss Delnforet:" said
/ n nj hapt it 4, u
anu searching gaze. rs the woman whose
trust has been betrayed by him she loves
justified in delivering him over to deutl?'
Surely that's no question to ask young
girl. How can she possibly answerit?' mild.
~ asked the host.
Nevertheless. would have her reply, my,
J would even drive it home and make il II per
sonal one. persisted Devile, keeping his eyes
liked with commanding expression upon
the countenance of l.ionne-''hOw say YOU,
then. young lady: were yom by chance in the
itniiih witr's postion-were your love and
would you deliver him over to death? We
| wnit your answer
Were my love md trust utterly BETRAYED
by tho mnn whom had loved (for ! cnnnot
Imagine love OUTLYING faith), lshou!d-"s she
| paused.
Both looked Mt her: but shc seemed to have
forgotten the presence of all others, and to
spenk as tn her own soul
no should not give him over To DEATH"
As she said these words in II low. deep, calm
tone. her aspect grew terrible. her bosom rose
and swelIed, her lace lightene.i viv,diy, then
darkened md Iarkencl. until it grew blntk
ns night md storm. with evil passions NO,
! should not kill tho iniscreant. Whit! SUI.
fer the deepest wrong that woman could suf.
fcr-u wrong that would blnst my whole be-
ing, and change for me this fair world into u
bowling wilderness-nnd strike the
traitor one sharp death blow, TINT
should in one instant end his punishment
and my revenge? What! give him the reposs