Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-03-29

EluulnE "a AONCAH AhAAos oAANh Nh -
the lowly home of their childhood,
which has been anything but a refresh
ing memory while ambition beckoned
from the heights; frowsy boys will be
a~ffectiou0tely remembered, -extravagant
"reminiscences will begin, monuments in
native towns will be thought Of, and a
tender desire to lie at last in the humble
GOODNESS of the green old ~churchyard
beside the perhaps neglected mother
and father.
The Judge was past 80 years Of age.
There was a life his wife knew little Of;
a life his wife and child would smile at
il they knew of it. His fingers were
white now and soft, no longer gnarled
from hard manual labor, and his tongue
volubly took up the language and made
it sonorous or simple as he willed.
Was it vanity that now and then made
him wonder if there were people in that
village who recognized in the ''puisne
Judge the hard scrabble boy Of long agos
Did the place look as it used tor Why,
he believed, he was sure, he knew every
foot of the ground, could find all the old
landmarks even now. And then the
little girl Of that far OF timel It had
been calf love, to be sure, but, let him
acknowledge it or not, he had loved her
as he had loved no M since. For had
he gained another love like hers? Had
he not loved her when she stood before
him and asked him if he wished 10 mar
" her? Had he not so wished? Had
he
What nonsensel 1t had all been boy
ishness. veritable childishness. She was
probably a grandmother by this time,
the consort of Mr.. Dunlap.
Dunlap! Had the name Of the accused
man whose case had beeL before him
this week led to these "reminiscences?
What would his wife say If she knew
what was passing il his mind? Yet did
he know what was passing IN her minds
Had she thoughts he never dreamed OF,
tender thoughts of the young love that
Is hast forgot
He glanced at her as she sat there in
tie amplitude Of her mature charms and
mAgnifcence Of apparel, her still tine
eyes hent upon the fare. No. her life
behind her, was burst open with a tre
mendous crash and Keretsenyi, with his
dark features all ablaze with fierce ex-
element and his eyes flaming like live
Goals. came bounding on to the platform
"Traitress!" shouted he in a voice Of
thunder, rs he stamped furiously upon
the moldering pavement, would you
betray me too? But you shall not e.
cape 80 easily. The hour is come, and
this night one Of u two must dier'
Those savage words were his last
Before the furious stamping of his
mighty foot the crumbling stones gave
vay-a black and fnghtful chAzn
yawned suddenly beneath his very feet
with a terrific Grassland he was gonel
No cry came mp from the blackness Of
/, that awful gulf, but far down in is
gloomy depths was heard a dull. muf8ed
/ reverberation, like the sound Of q heavy
, body being dashed from ledge 10 ledge
Of a seemingly bottomless abyss, and
then all was still. The last Of the an
Gent race Of Keretsenyi had indeed gone
| down alive into the grave, and the
I ghastly prophecy was fulfilled
? What followed. Madeline could never
E have told. The horror Of this crowning
tragedy was 80 great and overwhelming
that it seemed 70 benumb every sens
and thought, and the next thing OF
3 which she was clearly conscious wa
' finding herself-she knew not how-out
3 side the castle. and standing upon
3 small patch Of open ground about a bow
A shot from its gate, while Henri de Nor
temart, supporting her with one hand,
8 held a horse by the bride with tbs
= other.
e Mount quickly behind me, fol
heavens sake" said he through hii
chnched teeth, as he helped her up, ''ol
we are LOST"
And away they went like an arrov
. from a bow, Just as a hustle and a glanc
3 ing to and fro Of lights within the
gloomy building told that its inmates
o bad taken the alarm.
BY daybreak they were many a mil
{ away from the terrible castle, which
was destroyed by fire only a few day
lafer-a e end. indeed, for that den o
horr1r and death.
Madaleine returned to her native Ian.
a m safety, and as the jewels which sh
4 brought back with her suficed to re
q deem the greater part of her fathers los
estate the old gentleman vas very vel
n pleased with the whole affair. and Away
looked back upon it and upon his owl
cleverness in bringing it about with un
mingled Satisfaction. But although b
: never loStA chance of talking abOu
my late son-in-law, Prince Keretsenyi.
he had the sense TO make no opposition
4 when his daughter, at the end OF he
r first year Of ~widowhood, became Mime
de Mortemart.
It When the story Of the "Bluebear'
II chamber in Janosz castle got abroa'
o many people openly expressed their dis
v belief in il, declaring that Madelein
!. must have been out of her mind wit
20 terror at that time, or else that the sup
posed heads were nothing worse tina
d wax models placed there by the Graz
prince TO humor his own strange mono
a mania. But Madeleine herself hrml
r believed, and believes still, that thes
CHASTITY relics were genuine, and that