Iron County news. [volume] (Cedar City, Utah) 1890-189?, 1891-02-14
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A THRILLING STORY OF THE
FRAN00-PRUssIAN WAR.
by MAURICE LEaRASp.
CHAPTER Nv.

her to unloose the clumsy, fiat bot
toned market-boat. and they both en-
tered IL and drifted of into the swift
flowing current. The man took the
oars, the girl the tiller-rope, and.
without word save the whispered di-
rections he needed. they foated on
through the hushed hot darkness.
'Is IL farp" the man asked present
ly.
"No.n
Chow have you managed 10 get
away" he whispered curiously. A
slight sob rose In the girls throat.
IL have made good beginning,
truly. My first act toward my husband
has been TO deceive him"
''He will not discover you-you are
sureP' he questioned in alarm.
mo, did my work too we'll"
'And you regret alreadyp'
al never said So"
mo, but your voice, your face. all
show it,"
"Since when have you learnt TO read
them so accurately"
"Child, child, do not torture me.
DO you not know that every look,
every accent OF yours brings back the
past rs though IL were but yester-
dayP DO you not know that my
love-"
''Do not speak Of love-" she cried,
with sudden tempestuous anger; "the
wrong have done tortures me sufii-
GENTLY. think OF his love, and how
| have already repaid it,"
"My claim is greater than his. |
have IA right stronger--surer. You
know it,"
IL know It," she said, calmly, look
ing straight on, past the troubled,
pleading face to the gloom OF the
waters beyond.
you are sorry, grieved, that L
came again. Oh, Ninette! and once
you told me your love and duty would
never fail"
Have they done so?r
mot in the letter, but in the spirit
yes"
..Can help ftp The task is be-
yond my strength. When | stood on
the threshold OF new joys-of the
deepest bliss my life had ever known
You dashed the cup from my lips.
you stole the joys from my heart. 1t
Is not for myself | care, even now, so
much as for him. He trusts me so ut
terly."
Pooh! thought you were above
such foolish weakness. Do you love
this man them"
THAT concerns me only"
at is trde that he has many fine
points OF honor Your little trick to-
night would shame you forever in his
eyes, once he knew OF it,"
ais IL for you to utter such wordsP"
she asked him, passionately. .Why
do you love to torture mep"
81 do not wish TO pain you, Ninette,"
he stammered, huskily. Heaven
knows | have more need OF your re-
proaches than you OF mine!"
"lf you know that, be silent now;
speech Is useless
He leaned back and piled his oars
In silence. Thought was busy with
him, and some remorse touched even
his callous heart for the wrong and
the suffering he was bringing on this
girls young life. He remembered all
she had endured, all she must still en-
dure; and some dim sense OF shame
moved him, as he thought OF the shad-
ows he had cast ON the morning of her
youth, the glories. OF her womanhood.
Through the darkness doomed now a
square stone building, half in ruins.
and built upon the rivers edge. In
winter the waters often flooded IL.
Ghostly tales were told by the peas
ANTS. lar and near. respecting the
spirits of murdered men who haunted
its deserted chambers. The girl
pointed suddenly toward IL.
"Ihat is the place. she said. mo
man or woman in all this country
round dare venture here.n
The boat was steered close TO the
walls, which were deep bedded in the
soil, and half hidden by the river
weeds and osiors which grew thick
and dense around. The girl threw
the rope around the jutting stone
work; he then laid down his oars ana
stood up.
"fou can climb through here-can
you notP" said Ninette, pointing to
the arch OF window above their
heads. "Fhe stones are like steps. /
have often been in myself for curiosiA
tyi there Is a large hall; underneath
are vaults. II you need light. 90
to the vaults; otherwise from the
river you may be seen; see, have
brought you n lantern and matches,
and here are bread and wine and
meat. The larder was we'll stocked
Tor my homecoming, Within three
days, II possible, ] will come again.
My signal will be three boots of the
night-hawk. Now hasten; every mo-
ment Is precious"