Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-08-02

of my weakness to eXtOrt from me
promise, and knowing that never cared
for you you kept me to that promise. If
had never discovered your baseuess
should never have cared for you, and
now, when know what an INSCRIPTIONS
villain you are would kill myself rather
than live with you,'
GAN your pity is for the man who left
you,'' he said with some bitterness.
Chow many men in my position would
have married factory girl? That, at all
events, proves that loved you. If L
sinned in any way it was because L had
sworn to move heaven aud earth rather
than give you up to him..
"And if loved Mark Eliot less and
you more, 1 might have looked more
leniently on your villsiuy. But your
triumph meant my ruin and Mark s. -
81 have made o lady of you; he would
have made you drudge he cried.
"I would rather share Mark Eliot's
poverty than your riches, - she retorted.
"Do you know what you are sayiug?"
he demanded, angrily. 'You will find
out yet that am your master as well as
your husband. -
rMy husband you are-in name; but
my master you never will be. After to-
night all is at an end between us. The
factory girl you conferred such honor
upon by marrying will go back to the
mill. 1 would rather slave my life out
than live with you'll
"Perhaps you are thinking of flying
away with that old lover of yours?' he
sneered, stung to the quick by her bitter
jibes and unconcealsd dislike for him
self.
81 would follow Mark Eliot to the end
of the world, if he would only ask me, -
she answered fearlessly. "And, she
added, her eyes meeting her husband g
unflinchingly, 81 have already told him
so. -
A string of hot curses fell from May
hew's lips, and, taking step forward,
he seized his wife roughly by the arm.
"You will never have the chance of
seeing him again. he hised, land if
the thief comes near you III kill him.
You come home with me now. III stand
no more of this.
"Let me go. If you don't III scream
for help,' Nellie cried trying to tree
herself from his grasp.
"Scream them he muttered, with
another stream of curses, "But with
me you go. Having won you, do not
mean to give you up SO easily. Come
along
"Help! help! You coward let me go. -
she shouted, as she felt herself being
hurried away.
Course you. shut up. Do yon want TO
arouse all the neighborhood? he thun-
dered in her ear, but still her cries rung
out on the Silly night.
A horrid malediction fell from the
baffied scoundrel's lips, and his hand
was lifted as if he meant to strike the
woman who struggled so fiercely in his
clutches. Just then there was heard the
swift patter of heavy feet, and police
man came numbering up.
"Hillo, mister, what's this? What
are you doing to this lady?''
"She's my wife. It's no business of
yours. I'm only taking her home"
"Rsther roughly, Ell? And if the
lRdy's your wife you must not ill use her
on my beat. Let her go or L shall have
to take you.'
With more curses Mayhem took his
hands from his wife, and IN another in
slant she had darted away, and was
making for the Star.
CHAPTER XLvIH.-BoB' QUEST.
The hour of midnight was slowly peal
ing from the tower of the parish church
at Warringham, and the deep, sonorous
chimes of the hoarse-t hroated bell rang
out clear and fingered long upon the
quiet air.
By this time the greater portion of the
little town was asleep; only few lights
burned dimly in the upper windows of
the houses. The streets were nearly de-
serted; now and again belated citizen,
detained over his cups, scul ried home
ward with uncertain steps, bidding a
hao 10Th 70 ho
bles lounging hither and thither about
the street corners.
A fine mist-like rain was noiselessly
falling, and upon the wet pavement the
brightly cleaning gas lamps were gro
tesquely mirrored. while the stiffness of
the night was occasionally broken by the
loudly rafting wheels of a distant cab,
taking some one home.
AS the sonorous hum of the last stroke
of the hour hung upon the air the door
of one of the old houses which nestled in
the shadow of the church opened, a man
came out, closed and locked the door be-
hind him, and walked slowly to the edge
OF the old market square opposite.
1t was old Bob Cubby. There he stood
on the western side of the wide, irregu-
larry shaped place, glanoiug this way
and that, as il he were seeking some one
or something.
For the last couple of hours the old
cotton worker has been waiting for Mark
Eliot. 81 will come TO your house to-
night - Mark had said when they last
parted in the wood, and upon that prom
Use the old fellow had reckoned.
But it was midnight now, aud still
there was no sign of the young mans
coming. For few moments Bob stood
there on the verge of the wet flags, won
dering what was keeping Eliot, and
whether he should go to seek him.
At length he turned up the collar of
his coat. and quitting the silent market
place he went towards Mitigate. In
few minutes he was standing beside the
front door of ''The Star, and peroeiv-
ing that lights were still burning inside
he tapped gently upon the closed door.
a moment later he heard the beat of
hurried feet an the corridor, the door was
unlocked, unbarred, pulled quickly
open, and Nancy was disclosed sanding
inside with an eager and anxious look
upon her comely face.
dob, she cried, sis that thee?'
''It is, Nancy, - he responded, feel
ing that she had thought it was her hus-
band. ."Hasn't Dan turned up yet"
he added.
Move. Ahm afeard that sonethin'
hes happent to him.
Let's hope not, he replied in an
ominous tone, adding in another voice,
''Has Mark Eliot bin hser to neets''