Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1890-09-13

-WIl you keep One7' he asked again,
earnestly.
viii, was the reply. The word
was passed
~Rosalie Is my wife," he half whis-
Pered, while suddenly the blood seemed
70 freeze, leaTing her like an ICY statue,
/ So intent was he that he did not notice
her altered demeanor, but went On bur-
| rlediT: For certain important reasons,
this marriage mnst be kept secret for q
while. 1 have disclosed L TO ron that
/ she may feel additional safety In this
( proof that l have honestly wed her. In
/ two days l must hurry to London. Be
. my wife to Lady Resale, what she
! needs, and may God bless youI"
o, bitter, bitter was that hours ex-
perience to the naughty MoreuaI
-Hencefortb," she whispered, while her
eye cleaned, Il VIII devote myself 70
reTengel If he leaves her here, he leaves
her fOreyerI'
Rose, If You cannot be nv wife, be
to me as daughter-be a sister TO nv
motherless girls. You shall still be
their instructor, but not In the position
you now fill. lam an old man, Rose; my
name Is above approach; you can trust
me; 1 will be father 10 you"
Thus said the venerable William,
Lord Of Oakley; and 50 it came to pass
that at one of mis- most brilliant recep-
tons, Rosalie, splendidly attired, graced
the occasion. Glorious With diamonds
and almost regal attire, as she was, her
face was still as lovely at ., as It had
been at Il; shade grayer, perhaps
that was natural-she had seen deep
| heart-sorrow.
Those who stood near her saw her
start-saw the crimson Of her cheek
fade saw her tremble like leaf when
some one said, See, here comes Sir
Horace Nerneti What a traveller he
has been-four years from homel7 And
when he met her with those sorrowfuI
eyes tear-flled, ne gave q short, sharp
cry. The words. Just Heaven is
sued from his pallid lips, then he grew
! white and would have fallen, but a
friend led him from the room.
II was Lot long before Rosalie. who
in deep anguish had sought her cham
Der, was sent for.
@Rosaiie.7 he cried, half rising from
the couch where he had lain, faint and
wondering, ~Rosalie, nv darling, 1
thought you were in your grave. She
wrote NE so-vrote me that you died
plsgue-smitten. The news, substan-
tiated as it seemed to be, met NE al a
crisis-just after ny mothers death. 1t
threw me in a fever. Six months from
that time Travelled to y. o, Rosalie.
that woman led NE to what she called
your grave. Let me pass over that sor-
row. went abroad. 1 have sought
for rest from year to year, but your
presence seemed to haunt me. l won
der not, Resale. 1 meet you dressed
in splendor-vhat have I TO fear. Must
I lose you now?7
I, too, have been deceived said
Rosalie, her voice low, but clear. L
thought she proved TO me that you had
spoken lightly Of me-that cur mar
rage was no binding ceremony. 1
sought the records-it was not there
the justice was dead. o Horace, my
heart was tomb. 1 could not stay In
IQ2s pace, W1eLe- LnOIIOu CuOkeQ
her. I hurried away. 1 found good
and true friends. As a governess, 1
supported myself for years. told no
body the story of ny grief-I was
simply Rosalie Summers. Towards
you-O, must not tell you how felt
for a timel God grant 1 may never
again know such bitter sorrow I have
had several offers, among them that Of
the noble old Lord Of Oaklev, to whose
dearly-loved wife, many years dead, 1t
Is said bear 3 strong resemblance.
To him only told my story: he pitied
me; he would adopt me. In every re-
spect he treats me- as his eldest daugh-
ter"
Clasped In her husbands arms, there
was no more need of grief. The tears
she was weeping now we're tears of Joy.
Blessed, blessed resti-an end to pain
full doubt-an end to the agony of
weary years.
So the proud and disappointed heiress
had worked out her revenge; but these
two noble hearts could only pity her.
She was married, they knew, and this
was her punishment-to be doubted
and hated and finally neglected. She
left the country when the result came
out, and was never again heard from;
while Sir Horace Vernet and his gentle
wife are among the first In the love and
esteem of the best and noblest circles
of the land
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