Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1892-08-18


her. "Speak! What have you 70 say
of my motherf / dread some new sor-
row. Tell me what it is or shall die"
Again these pages refuse to listen to
the few deplorable words of his reply.
He whispered the secret of her mothers
disloyal life.
Il win not believe it." said the horror
stricken girl.
She did believe it.
She had touched the clew From this
moment she knew the past and the pres
ent-vaguely, as a pure soul may know
the mystery Of sin.
For the moment she felt herself
crushed to a deeper despair that before.
She recognized the great overpowering
urgency of fate. She could not know
that this recognition marks to the Soul
its first step into conscious immortality:
and that the inevitable struggle TO con
quer fate must now begin in her soul.
What can | doY' she said; and she
looked guilty about the chamber, as if
every object in that house were the &C.
complete of a sin.
run away with me to your fatherl'
said Voltaire
She shook her head weakly. She was
great, a great way yet from any such
exploit with her infant will
mo" she said. III must obey my
mother That is my plain duty. She is
pledged and ] am pledged TO this mar
riage. must submit" Tears again,
poor child! The cid habits Are still too
strong for her.
"But suppose your father should tell
you to obey him AMI not submit" Vol
taire propoundedy Suppose be should
help to run you offr
"How can her"
q will steal Of tonight to Fishkill
and see him"
"You risk your life"
"Poh!"
"Poh!" is not a word touse to a young
lady, Mr.. Voltaire. Yet perhaps nothing
could express so well as that explosive
syllable how much and how little he
valued life when the lady's happiness
was at stake.
"But | didn't want Miss Lucy to be
frightened, Of course, says he to Major
Skerrett, $50 ! told her was safe
enough in the Highlands, and when
got here l didn't believe Major Scram-
mel would let me be shot for a spy"
Here he gave monstrous sly look.
Peter Skerrett again felt his cheeks
| burn and his forehead Jingle, and the
stilled Muse of History reports that The
uttered q phrase indicative of reprehen-
sion and distrust.'
In short, he said to himself, "Scram-
melt damn the felloww
Certainly Why not: But it must not
be forgotten that it is Scrammel who
suggested this expedition. Noltaire told
Scrammel of the marriage. Scrammel
would do one of his meanest tricks to
be himself the bridegroom. And his
scheme seems to be in a fair way TO for
bid the banns.
And so guileless Lucy Brothertoft had
consented to her first plot. Her accom-
plice was to shift the burden OF weak
ness from her shoulders and throw il
upon her father Meantime she was {,
take her place at the great dinner part,
and be o hypocrite for the first time
How guilty felt that innocent heart
dow she dreaded lest some chance wore
o. look might betray herr What sor
.ure was the burning blush in her cheek
As she began &c comprehend the woman
she must name motherl
How she trembled lest that woman
crad eyes should pierce her bosom. SCI
the secret there and consign her. with
ont even the appointed delay, to the az
dent bridegroom She knew that sh
should yield aud obey Now that To-
.he first time she was eager C have
will of her own, she saw how unframed
and inefficient this wall was Horror 0
lei mother ana loath;ug d her be
trothed each repealed her IL turn. Sa
seemed 20 see herself praying for mere,
10 the woman, and she coldly refusing
q listen; then flying across the stage
ard duplicating the man C spare her
and he instead sriumphing with coars
tondness An unhappy Lady with a
friend excep; that sfcEl hearted o.
squire, shining 5y night through &c
Highlands and dodg.rg serties a. RS
Of a shot-a shot that startling t:ocAes
sharp ictus, and fain, whiz
Except for The ADVERTISEMENTS >.
plot. Skerrett to execute Nolta;res eva
sion would have beer In vain Edw;l
Brothertoft was paralyzec oy the usw
Of his daughters danger
What can I DOR be said "a the oil
servant bitterly Nothing Nothing
Is General Putnam. just defeated. lkel
L. march down to rescue my daughter
These are not the days OF chivalry
Knights do not come al cali When dam
sells are in distress No I am impoteu
to help her If she cannot herself he
heart must break. as mine has broken
That base woman win crush her life a
she crushed mine. Why did you com
to me: You have brought nae new
that I may love my daughter, only {
make the new love cause of deepe
misery. Why did yon tell me Of thi
insult 10 her wOmanhoodf had enoug
&c endure before Co What can / sa
&c heri Shs will not care for fuhl
message That love her but can Il
! nothing Some stronger head tina
J mine might devise a plan. Some stronge
3 hear. mign, dare But hays given NJ
J an defeated man, broken hearte
! man, living from day to day and IN