The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-04-12
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| Ennlsmore in q low tone; and then sud
denly she bent down and kissed the child.
Mother said was always to be kind to
animals, didn't you, motherP went on Pat
who was evidently not little proud Of his
own achievement in resculng the puppy
l the groom was cruel, wasn't he motherT
Yes. darling" almost whispered Lady
EnnBmore.
Come along, then, father, and see i'm, y
continued Pat, pulling at Lord Ennismore's
hand; mother can come another time.
Oh, but isn't nurse Just in a wayl She
says dogs bite, the silly old thug
Accordingly Ennismore was led away by
! the eager little boy, and Lady Ennismore.
pale, faint, and shivering with cold, crept
up to her own bedroom, and sat down there
trying to realize the terrible position in
| which she found herself.
IL was dark as night on every side. II
this wretched man claimed to be her hus-
band, for the sake of her son none knew
was hers except his uncle, Col. Roche and
Lorimer, it meant absolute ruin to the boy
she had just parted with, and complete loss
OF position TO her girls, and utter shame
and heartbreak to herself and Ennismore.
| Would he were Dead she moaned
rocking herself TO and fro. Would that
the sea had swallowed him up, or that my
eyes had never looked upon his face''
Then another thought darted through her
brain.
''lf were dead, would it save the childgn
she began to reflect; would it save Ennis
morea Could this wretch prove the mar
rIage long ago! None knew of it but
Margaret Drummond. who is lying in her
grave, and Lorimer; even Col. Roche was
| never told OF the marriage-but on, yes
my Godl my Godln and she wrung her
hands together in agony: 81 signed that
paper about the money, and the register
will be in tue church, and Lorimer signed
1t as witness. o, what shall dol What
shall doP' she continued, starting to her
teet and beginning to pace the room with
unequal footsteps, wringing her hands to-
| gether as she went. 81 could kill himl If
be we're standing here / could strike him
dead
II could Kill Hmm Did some fiend
whisper these words again in her earsl A
stern, hard look crept over her face, and
she drew her lips tightly in. and her
she murmured hoarsely. HE would de-
stroy the life OF my innocent child, he
would break my husbands heart and
olacken my fame, and send my girls name
less into the world. He deserves TO die
and l will kill him-kill him before he
has time to speak"
She drew herself together with q shudder,
and her whole presence seemed to change.
The gentle. sympathetic, kindly woman
passed away, and Katharine Ennismore's
face grew dark and fierce with deadly hate.
She was driven to bay, and had turned on
her pursuer. A terrible smile distorted her
lips; terrible light cleaned in her eyes.
Then she sat down to think, and, a mo-
ment or two later, went to her desk and
addressed few lines to Roche, under his
assumed name OF johnson, and directed
them to the care of Mrs Twiss
In these few lines, which she babe Roche
destroy after he had read them, she pro-
posed an appointment, three days later, in
the dusky woods round Brackenford, at a
certain given point that she knew only too
well. IL was here in the days of her early
| girlhood that she used TO meet her young
| lover; here where he had whispered his
ardent vows, and where she had listeued in
her sweet folly; here where the fatal past
had begun, and here, with stern set pur-
pose In her heart, she meant it to end.
=
She went down to dinner that day and
sat at the head of her stately table, a gra-
cious, smiling lady, with her dark and
secret purpose hidden beneath her velvet
gowns and sparkling gems. 1t seemed to
| her but stern heroism to kill this man who
would destroy her children's lives and
break her dear husbands heart. He had
shown her no mercy, and she meant to
| show him none. Long ago Ennlsmore had
| given her beautiful little revolver, more
like toy than anything else, and it had
lain unloaded in one of her wardrobes for
years and years, but she meant to use it
now. In the dark and silent woods this
mans death-cry should ring out she told
herself. and she would be free: free from
the haunting shadow OF his life; from the
shame and disgrace he would bring on her
| and hers.
1t CHANGED that this momentous meeting
Tor Lady Ennismore with Roche happened
on Friday, and she named IN her letter to
him the following Monday for their meet
ing In the woods at Brackenford. And how
did she spend the intervening days2 Calmly
to all outward seeming, though Miss Sin
| clair noticed the restless CLEANS in her eyes
and the new hardness in the expression of
| her lips. She went to church with her hus-
band and children on the Sunday morning
and sat gazing at the gray, time worn walls
| of the house of God with a heart still full of
her deadly purpose 1t was at Mortonbury
where they generally attended, for Lord
| Enuismore liked the Rev. Peter Prescott
| better than the vicar of Brackenford, and.
strange to tell. the Rev. Peter chose that
| day a dark and somber subject for his
| theme.
1t was on the shedding of human blood
| the taking away of that mysterious
breath Of life, which passes as the wind we
know not where. How the gentle Peter
came to select such a subject is easily told.
A murder had occurred in the neighbor-
| hood; one OF those crimes springing from
| the brutal instincts of mankind, and young
girl had been the victim, and jealous rage
the incentive power. And Lady Ennismore
sat and listened to the rector's words
words simple. heartfelt, earnest, which lit
| up his homely features, and fell on her ears
with meaning terrible and strange.
Passing from life unto DEATH" he said
must to every thoughtful soul be "a mo-
ment full OF awe. if not fear. The blessed
hopes that buoy us up the tears and affec-
ton of our loved ones standing round our
| death-bed, are however near let US hope to
most Of us in these solemn moments But
think Of a reluctant soul torn from its
earthly tenement with the eyes of bate
glarinR down to watch the last struggles ere
the murdered life can pass away. The dark
passions of the human heart, the fierce temp.
tations which lead men to deeds of crime
and violence must surely in such
a terrible hour dwindle and grow pale. Can
anything be worth its This forcing fellow
mortal to face Immortality; this wrenching
open the threshold of the eternal with un-
hallowed hands, pray God there are none
or us here" went on the rector, looking
round, who have ever been tempted or
who ever will be tempted to touch another's
life. The bitterest wrong done to us can
never excuse it, and no good can ever come
OF it. The hand stained with blood is &C
cursed, and remorse must fall like black
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