The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-12-21

spoken. / felt thrill of triumph that
she heard I had borne the news so calmly.
Wake up, old fellow
Tom stood by my bedside, and saw in
the moonlight something Of the express
sion on his face it had worn the night be-
fore. 1t died out, however, as I spoke.
Il am awake. / have no dressing TO
do said. gloonily.
We were soon ready. Walking stealth
lily az burglars, Jones and reached the
foot Of she broad stairway. The back
door stood wide open, and the moon
Light. family rsaeesed s-ors Ike GsEx
panels, showed two mufaed and yelled
figures awaiting rs.
you'll take Bet" Tom whispered
hoarsely in ny ear. Once more be
pressed both hands against his face as Il
to repress his feelings.
Like an animated statue / advanced
and offered my arm to the yelled figure
nearest me. For / was resolved! She
should never have one ray Of triumph
over me to brighten the blackness of the
wrong she was about TO do her doting
father.
noticed the little hand she rested on
my arm trelnbled slightly. She had
some feeling, them It was more than
had suspected. but only grew stoaier
and stonier. / set my face like flint
Tom approached her companion very
quietly, drew her arm through his with
more Difference than thought necessary
with such a weak. inane little brides
maid, and led the way out of the hall on
tiptoe. Silent as the grave we followed.
As we stepped out into the moonlight
felt rather than saw the yelled face
me turn up to mine. | shiyered fro.
head TO foot, but that perhaps was part
~ owing to the bitter cold Of the dawn.
and looked straight ahead Then once
more heard that bursting but depressed
sigh; once more the tremor Of her frame
was so painfully evident that I almost
wavered in my belief of her heart1ess-
ness Did she at last repent Did she
really feel the heavy crime she was com
hitting toward her father. Or, great
heavenl could there be the barest posi-
bility that she had awakeneds Cpsld she
feel that even now it was not too late
that she had not utterly thrown away
heart she could never replaces There
was such delirinm in the bare idea / al
most framed the wild hope into words:
but pride as much as honor came to my
rescue was pledged to Tom, and
was silent.
Softly and swiftly we followed the
other couple over the crisp, cracking
surface Of the snow; down the broad
lane, under arching trees that sifted
the moonlight through them in sill
yer spangles; through snowclad hedge
rows standing like an army of specters
at present arms.
Here we found the sleigh, the impa-
tient horses blowing out great cIouds Of
mist, and the more impatient groom
blowing out greater clouds of smoke
from his black pipe
tsWe1. leftenant, ives pretty nigh
a-freezed,s was his salutatioa. IAN
ready, sir, and un's ia fust rate trim: do
the nineteen miles in two hours suxe!
Tom answered never q word. He
almost lifted the light form of his brides
maid into the back seat, and as he tucked
the buffalo around her with most un-
necessary care / saw she had pressed her
handkerchief to her eyes and was sob
hing bitterly. Poor fragile child /
thought. To feel thus for the folly OF
another, and that other / cast enc
glance, my first, at the stiIl figure on my
arm. Not a sign was there of any emo
ton, not single ray OF feeling, not 3
spark of repentance.
ssITl drive, Tom said to me shortly.
he looked very grave and pale now as
he bundled his bride into the front seat
with much less ceremony than he had
used to her bridesmaid. Then he gath
cred up the reins as stepped IN beside
the still weeping blonde
We were of.