The Forrest City times., 1891-10-09

in one of the pocks of the book. 1t contained a lock of golden hair-a curl cut from the head of 8 child. Written inside the paper were these words: Little Gustave's hair" in Madame Dumasque's writing. His own hair cut from his head before he had commenced his hateful career, which had terminated in the double murder. every detail of which he saw pass before him in that silent room!
 Gustave had been terrible sinner. If he could have been assured of es- cape from the consequences of his last and blackest crime, he would probably have hardened his heart again; but the terrible thought that he had cut short with his own hand the life of the one who had given him life. and had taken the life of a man who had never even crossed his path until that night, filled his soul with the bitterest regret the awful conviction that for him there could be no mercy.
 That golden curl seemed to burn his trembling tingers--that silent witness of a mothers love overpowered even him, until he felt faint, and flung 1t from him to the ground, while he fum- bled in the pocket-book for the check. In vain--he could not find it. He turned over every leaf separately at last, and came upon his mothers diary, and there, in her clear bold hand writing, he read the very last entry.
 ..Gustave has not written or tele- graphed, and now find from the re- ply to my message that he has not been to his hotel. Do not feel certain ofhis movements. Think he means to escape his bargain; therefore have just torn up and burned the check, lest he should obtain possession of 1t. For his own sake. he must be made to marry Lena. I shall now set out for London"
 Before Gustave reached the end of the last sentence, low a2onizcd cry burst from his lips.
 ..Lost, lost lost---for ever lost!" he muttered. His head dropped lower and lower; tears fell upon his clasped hands; and the oatburst of passion at last calmed him.
 Day broke, and he extinguished the gas and drew up the blind; then he sat down and waited until the servant came to catl him. He answered the summons; but as he did so his quick ear detected an unusual hustle in the corridor below In moment he had shut and locked his door, and. writing u few words on visiting card, pinned it to the cushion on the dressing table. Another instant and the sharp report of pistol rang through the room, bringing up those who waited for him below ::and crowd of terrified peo- pie.
 Foremost in the throng was the night porter, and pushing their way calmly to the front, were three con- stables with Judith and Jacob Mustif. They forced the door. and found Gus tave Dumasque beyond the reach of justice; they were too late--he was dead. On the card which they found on the dressing table was written
 Judith. you will be late l will give all I have-one life for two; I will myself revenge her death; will pay the penalty in full. :"
 When Judith read these words she wept--wept for the man whom she had come to place in the hands of justice; and, stepping down, she pick ed up that curl of golden hair which she had seen his mother sever from his baby head.
 In the following spring there was great rejoicing in Abbotsford; for Lena and Clifford were married. and their troubles were over. The went abroad, for the health of the bride was the source of some anxiety. and they did not return to Faireview until the autumn.
 Il did not known how sweet life can be made, said Lena softly, one even- ing as they were sitting together by one of the drawing-room windows in the full enjoyment of their welded happiness. "until we walked together hand in hand
 .'lt shall be as happy as my love for you can make 1t. darling said Clifford fondly; ait shall be all sun shine. to make up for the storms that are past,
 1t can only be happy while you are by my side. dear Clifford, !" return ed Lena tenderly. If you had per ished in that awful mill should have died too, think. never wish to see that place again." she shud- dered.
 ..It is too dreadful to speak of, dear est. " he replied gravely. II wonder how Judith can live in tho Mill House all alone. gave her the furniture as . gift from you. and when she dies 1t will be sold.
 Poor Judith" commented Lena pitifully-..she loved my aunt. Look, Clifford, she went on. pointing at the rising moon--..it was just such an evening as this when we parted at the old gateway three years ago"
 Clifford put his arm round her.
 Yes he said; .sthe moon has ai- ways been the lovers lamp. but, thank Heaven, we need her light no longer to guide us to each other. And now, sweet wife. we must begin to form our plans for helping all our tenants and friends to enjoy merry Christmas, as 1t is already the third week in October. What do you proposee"
 Lena turned from her contcmpla- tion of the moon to the light of the lamp and the consideration of the