Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-07-17

a mighty oath and the rattle of his
sword. ! leaped from my seat and
rushed out between them, crying.
"Hold! Would you kill each other?'
only in time, however, to see the
sword of the Bavarian cleaning O n
his head MS he fell dead at my feet.
Although quicker than the Holland.
er, his stroke had been too rash and
missed it's aim, and before he could
regain himself for another the first
cool stroke of the Hollander had
pierced him to the heart. The latter,
seeing he was discovered, immediate
ly fed, and l essayed to reach the
house, but fell midway up the path
in swOOn.
When consciousness returned it
was to feel some one lifting me ten"
derby in his arms, and to hear words
uttered in a voice strangely familiar
to my ears.
"My God, is she killed?"-my little
love! my darling!' cried the voice.
opened my eyes and they met
Lord Stolholm's. ooh, it is a
DREAM" I thought, and closed my
eyes again. But no, it could not he.
l felt his arms about me still, and his
face bending close over mine in the
quiet solitude to which he had borne
me.
Ibid they find him." 1 asked, ex.
citedly, looking around.
Find whom?" he asked.
| LII \
killed him, and he is lying by the
grottc."
He thought l was delirious and
tried to soothe me. At last l made
him understand the scene l had wit.
messed. Heconveyed me to the house,
and, after notifying the proper uu-
thOrities, again sought me alone.
The news he had communicat ted caus-
ed great excitement, but, by means
of Lord Stolholm's caution, my
name was kept out of TIE tragic &c.
count.
II cannot hone to comfort YOU
over the loss of one whom the love oil
your heart was given" began Lord
Stolholm.
''The love of my hearth" l repent
ed, bewildered. / don't understand
you, Lord Stolholr,."
"Pardon me, but were you not af.
famed to the Bavarian? 1t was so
reported"
"Never' 1 exclaimed. "nor ever
cared for him in the least, though !
am sorry for him now"
And is it possible you are then
free?"
Quito free, and have always been,
Lord Stolholm."
STRANGE! Your cousin Erene told
me when you left Paris that you were
summoned to the sick bed of her low
er, and hearing that you were be-
trothed to theBavarian, it seemed,
of course. only too true"
II have never been betrothed to
any man." l exclaimed, Erene's
duplicity impressing me for the first
time. Had Erene said that?'
"She had
"And he had never loved Ereno-
never been betrothed to herr"
"He had never loved Erene, or
liked her in the least. Nor had he
ever been betrothed to any woman.
l was the one woman he had loved
from the first time he saw me. He
loved me, and me only" he exclaimed,
passionately. "lf were indeed free,
would not be his-his own little
wife,"
All, as he thus speaks, how plainly
l see it all-Erene' . intidelity, to serve
her own vanity. Well, she was too
shallow to know the misery she had
caused. l think not of that now-J
only think of the sweet present. 1t
is true that my lover stands by my
side-that hear him say DER and
DER that he loves me, and has loved
me from the first-that his eyes are
telling me more truly still? The spell
OF the hour is sweet! The half-moon
shifting over the church tower near,
che sweet music issuing from the hall,
the languid perfume of rare blooms
waited over the air! 1 fain would
suspend all these things as they are
why must it change, dissolve?
Why must life move ON?
A month later l received wedding
cards from my cousin Erene. The
name accompanying hers was that
OF Frenchman, an old admirer.-