Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1891-02-12

Flora spoke in firm tones; but he.
form quivered with emotion. and her
eyes seemed to scorch him with their
steady stare.
NO Flora" he said. low. yet dis
&tlnctly 4 do not love you; / never
have; | never will! ! wontd make
You my wife solely TO obtain possession
of your fnrtune!.'
Flora flourney sprany 10 .lei. fu"t
excitedly at this nnrx', .'eh j "...,..
ton. Her eyes glittered strangely and
terrible expression gathered on her
face. but before she could utter sim
gle word in reply dreadful peal of
thunder shook the old house to its very
foundation. q binding flash of light
ening filled the room with dreadful
splendor one instant, and, uttering a
deep groan. and tossing his hands
wildly aloft, Hubert fell heavily upon
the floor at her feet, as if suddenly
stricken dead.
A scene of wild confusion followed.
While the majority of the house were
in Mysteries. Irene Rivers alone was
calm and collected. A messenger was
dispatched to New Orleans for medi-
cal aid; and after the. lapse of some
hours he returned. bringing skillful
physician. who, on hasty examina-
tion, pronounced Hubert Adare dead.
The lightning had done its work in
simultaneously and etfectually, lie said.
The night following the day of HUI
bert Adare's. interment, Irene Rivers
sat alone in her chamber listening,
with bated breath. to the monotono1s
ticking of the big old-fashioned clock
in the hall below. Hour after hour
passed by. Still she sat there, never
moving, never changing her position
in the least. The clock at length
struck one; ere its last vibrations died
away she started up, wrapped heavy
shawl about her, and taking from the
table matches and lamp She passed
from the room, glided noiselessly down
the broad staircase and out of the
house into the dark, tempestuous
night.
A rapid walk of few minutes du-
ration brought her to the entrance of
vault-the last resting place of two
generations of Flourneys- situated in
the furthest corner of the ground upon
which the house stood, and which she
unlocked and entered, not however,
I without a feeling of terror creeping
over her. Lighting the lamp she car
ried. she made her way to coffin
which had lately been placed in the
vault. One instant she paused; then.
trembling like an aspen, she loosed
the lid and threw it open.
Pale and rigid, Hubert Adare lay
before her.
With half suppressed cry, the
frightened girl sank on her knees beside
him, and seemed on the point of faint
ing. This feeling, however. soon passed
away; she grew brave again, and.
springing to her feet, she leaned over
the motionless form. pressed burning
kisses upon the. lips, repeating his
name as she did 50.
The effect was peculiar! A soft.
warm blush suffused his face, neck,
and brow; the lips slightly parted; a
gentle thrill passed over the still form.
and then the eyes slowly Enclosed and
looked wonderingly and sleepily into
her face.
''Alive! Saved! Thank God! Thank
God!' cried Irene, throwing her arms
about his neck, as he partly rose in a
transport of gratitude and Joy.
Neither Mrs. Tourney nor Flora
made any objection when Irene Rivers
announced her intention of going to
New Orleans. and hither she repaired.
Hubert Adare was awaiting her, and
they were quietly married and sailed
for Mexico, in which country they tool
up their permanent residence.