The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1893-12-28

81 p.sying popular piece; but they m.e:
. nave been wooden puppets in a Pune
ana Judy show for all Madge knew {
as cared just then.
In flash. breath, the whole worl
~ was changed for her. and she was b,
"a Wildered by something, she knew nc
what.
= She was only conscious of tina
strange new feeling, half of bliss an
haiI OF pain, which had seized and over
nt powered her despite her win and rea
son.
~ Day after day and evening afte
evening, SINCE that night ut the theater
IS she and Sidney Clavering had met il
their walks, or their drives, or at place
OF amusement.
I And this girl who lad Knocked at love
realized at last that she loved him bet
: ter than the world, more than her owr
: life.
1t was n bitter knowledge, and ia
e Know that he loved her with an affec.
u IN equal to her own had only added
to the bitterness.
Not that he had ever uttered n sylla-
Die OF tenderness. he was too manly
ana upright to hipt of his own love for
nef when she was the betrothed bride
Oh anolher, and had he been tempted
10 40 so, he knew that proud Madge
would not have permitted it.
But love has Il language all its own.
more eloquent than thousand tongues.
Enough the lips may be guarded or
mute sign, glance, the mere culver
OF an eyelash, will sometimes betlay
the hearts dear secret
somebody has written: Between
them WHO love, q look suffices; the
other"
And thus 1t was from the first be-
| tween these two hapless lovers.
botn relt that they ought to shun
each other; 1t would be wiser and kind.
CT to themselves! But it was not al
ways possible without causing COM
ment. And besides, Guy Severne had
conceived an almost brotherly regard
Tor young Clavering and frequently
Planned some little amusement which |
he must share with Madge, and which |
ne could not decline without seeming
churlish.
The girls horror at her own disloy-
atty almost maddened her at times; but
her most poignant agony was in her
pity for her betrothed.
III poor Guy can only be spared the
sorrow of knowing it, / will bear any
punishment heaven indicts upon me-"
was her unceaslng wall. "Oh, why did i
ne ever care for me? Oh, why did he
not Tx MS affections upon some other
one! Ihere is dear, pretty, fascinating
Dora Menforth, who worships the very
prints his feet make in the dust-why
couldn't he have cared for herr"
ana thus the slow, miserable weeks ,
Jagged by until the afternoon before T..
the dawn of her appointed marriage
day.
The nearer that dreaded event was
the more distracting was her trouble. /,
ana hnaliy she begun to reflect how
sue, 100, might have right to little {
u the pity which she had so unspar-
ngly bestowed upon her unloved l
lance. c
Il shall be unhappy as long as l
We she sighed. My misery will be-
ome more Enbearable with every
'assing year. And Sidney will be lust ,
s wretched as l am; and we could be
happy, so blissfully happy, to-
beloved and l. Oh, nv
arllnG, my heart is breaking! Oh,
I'VE, love, what will become of us?" v
she loathed herself for her olden n
lockery of love.
Fool that was-to think should be II
xempt from what Is the destiny of II
very one who has q heart to thrill or 81
lffer, she cried again with a rush II
binding tears
Size was still Wpenir1 whom S;d,ou III
laVering was announced v:
She was startled oOd dicD1ooeo1 - IL,
Is coming. Il,
1t was the first time he had ever
allied except when Guy Severnc's ar VI
'ngements had made a call unayo;do- IN
le w
Forgive me-" he began with an agi- ",
ition he could not control. Forgive ",
lie, Madge, for | am only here to bid l.
on farewell. | am going away-we
lall never meet again in this world! dt
could rot go without some little eX- te
ression of what has been stifed so
ing. On, love-oh, heart of my hearti So
ny must fate be SO unxind?' in
ANA Is not fate unkind to the man fl
mo Is betrayed by the friend he loves
mo Is deceived by the promised wife I'll
trusts!' Madge demanded bitterly.
MY beloved, do you think l am like cl
to ignore that for Il second?" Clayer-
lg sadly answered. DO | not abhor OF
lyself for it? But Guy is Just and in
oble; even II he knew all he would W
OF blame us for this one poor last lit
Q half-hour together Must we not II
ID each other farewell as happier peo- &C
le take leave of their 1ead?"
Madge was weeping unwilling, stranc- as
ig tears of dumb misery. :.
Before she could command her voice IL
10 parlor door was abruptly opened W
an evidently excited lad who step- III
"a hurriedly toward young Claverinc. -.
Yer wanted, sir-over ter Stony Cliff II ~
right off" the boy announced breath ~ !.
ssly. IT,
Stony Cliff" NIadge and her compan- T ~,
n echoed simultaneously, with startled :.
1ices.
stony Cliff was q wild ana dangerous m
ovation of the rlverbaIlk, on a lonely hi
'ad between the Fayne nansi IN and III
e village. m
The descent from the summit to the -
ater measured some two hundred feet:
was nearly perpendicular, and it was
arked by ragged lodges, which were
'ergrown with bramblas and rank A,
mes. A number of tragedies had
'en enacted there, and many people
Sardcd the place with supnrstitiousj
sfavor pa
who wants meY' Clavering present ca
inquired. O..