Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-09-19

wise 1 shall have to stay with you, Juliet,
for YOU are more to me than renown, or ad-
vancement, or anything else in all Gods
world"
81 do not like the graves; do not want
to stay here, it is so late, so dark" she
moaned.
''Then swear Lay your hand on Mother
Patience's tombstone, and say, I will be
your wife, Richard Schuyler, when the
house is finished which you are building in
the woods and 1 will carry you back In my
arms as carry you always In my heart. "
But though Orrin clinched my arm in ap-
prehension of hes answer, and we stood like
two listening statues, no words issued from
her lips, and the silence grew appalling.
''Swearp' seemed to come from the tombs;
but whether it was my emotion that made it
seem so, or whether it was Orrin who threw
his voice there, did not know then and /
do not know now. But that the word did
not come from the Colonel was evident from
the startled look he cast about him and from
the thrill which all at once passed over her
form from her shrouded head to her hidden
feet.
seDo the heavens bid me?" she murmured,
and laid her hand without hesitation on the
stone before her, saving, 81 swear by the
dead that surround us to be your wife,
Richard Schuyler, when the house you are
building for me in the woods is completed. !"
And so pleased was he at the readiness with
which she spoke that he seemed to forget
what had caused it, and caught her in
his arms as if she had been a child,
and so bore her away from before our
ewes, while the man at my side fought and
struggled with himself to keep down the
wrath and jealousy which such a sight as this
might well provoke in one even less passion
ate and intemperate than himself.
When the one shadow which they now
made had dissolved again into two, and only
Orrin and myself were left in that ghostly
churchyard, declared with courage had
never before shown:
$50 that is settled Orrin. She will marry
the Colonel, and you and are wasting time
in these gloomy walks
To which, to my astonishment, he made
this simple reply, eyes, we are wasting
time;" and straightway turned and left the
churchyard with quick step that seemed to
tell of some new and fixed resolve.
Colonel Schuyler has been gone a week,
and tonight summoned I'D courage to cali
on Juliet's father 1 had no longer any
right to call upon her; but who shall
say L may not call on him if he
chooses to welcome me and lose his
time on my account. The reason for
there, and Orrin cannot be trusted in her
presence alone. Though he seems to have
accepted his fate, he is restless, and keeps
his eye on the ground in brooding way 1
do not comprehend and do not altogether
like. Why should he think SO much, and
why should he go to her house when he
knows the sight of her is inhaming to his
heart and death to his self-control?
Juliet's father is a simple, proud old man
who makes no attempt to hide his satis-
faction at his daughters brilliant prospects.
He talked mainly of the house, and if he
honored Orrin with half as much of his con-
fdence on that subject as he did me, then
Orrin must know many particulars about its
structure Of which the public are generally
ignorant. Juliet was not to be seen-that
is, during the first part of the evening, but
toward its close she came into the room and
showed me that same confding courtesy
which have noticed in her ever since L
ceased to be an aspirant for her hand. She
was not so pale as on that weird night when I
saw her in the churchyard, and thought her
step had light spring in it which spoke of
hope. She wore gown which was coquet-
tishly simple, and the fresh flower clinging
to her bosom breathed a fragrance that
might have intoxicated a man less de-
termined to be her friend. Her father saw
us meet without any evident anxiety; and
if he was as compliment to Orrin when he
was here, then Orrin had chance to touch
her hand.
But was ho as complacent to Orrin? That
could not find out 1 am only sure that
will be made welcome there again if con-
fine my visits TO the father and do not seek
anything more from Juliet than that simple
touch of her hand.
Orrin has not repeated his visit, but
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uneasy. Colonel Sohuyler's house does not
progress, and whether there is any connec-
tion between this fact and that of Orrin's
sudden interest in the sawmills and quarries
about here, cannot tell, but doubts of his
loyalty will rise through all my friendship