The morning news., 1894-10-21

friendship and know not but Of love; but
all were Of no avail, until / stumbled upon
the magic words.
You shall not wed this wretch I will
save you from all this mfamy. Betty.
Betty j will myself take you to your love
for Robert Dorl5lin is my friendr'
However long / may live. whatever
scenes / may look upon, it Will never be
mine to again have retransfused into my
own veins such thrill of transcendant JOY
as now leaped into the face which but an
instant before was set in the stony hard
ness Of heroic but insufferable pain.
Almost heart to heart we descended into
the saffrony lighted glen. Hand in hand we
ran, led by the impetuous girl, to the
lonely cottage. Arm in arm We stole uT.-
der its grand old sycamores and threw its
rusty shutters open to the departing day.
Still arm in arm, we wandered through its
deserted rooms. while her now ectatic
voice prattled on and on of a miserly old
man who had lived here and bad died;
now an orphan lad had grown to man
hood in the same house and because of
the uncle's hatred for her own, and the
lads love for her, the stony heart had
turned him from his door
HOW, too, he had gone away to the great
city to toll and save for her, with the
brave parting words that If he lived ne
would come again for her; how the lonely
old life had withered and shrunk in it's
til upon his dying bed he had cursed the
loving heart he had turned away and left
the tiny estate to a stra lger of her lovers
seltsame name, who had never yet been
found; and how here. now, at this very
moment were all things still, just they
had been left, even to Robert Dorklin's
room; which we We're now stealing into
with the evening shadows; for it must be
seen by Betty Bamthet, for the last time,
now that she was going straight to Rob
ert straight to her love-
May tn guild God spare u.s. its-Robert
-DOrklin s-ghaistr
And so it was! 1t arose straight and tall
and wordless from Robert Dorklin's bed,
as Betty Bamthet swooned between us at
its feet.
Then two huge arms shot out of the
dusk, and their mighty hands rested upon
my shoulders heavily, while Robert Dork-
/ Inns blazing eyes looked wildly into mine.
Mon! mon!' he at last said almost in a
whisper. 'Is't you 1 must settle wi now?''
mo, Bob-no, no, nor l faltered, "un-
less you would harm him who has within
this hour, saved that poor girls life for
herself and you"
He lifted her in his arms as though she
had been sleeping child and STROBE down
the lane with her, l following as in a
dream, to David Bamthet's cottage.
Stan aside, ere,-stan aside, livery
| soul!' he said with a wild gesture, as he
] ldlI tire SlIl On lNe nug6 SetJle OF inc
! great room and stood guard like a fierce
/ animal beside her.
Even the giant father quailed before
! him now.
| "Fatch a leet!' he sternly demanded.
! I'm I see her cen when she wakes. TIL
mon her cen claps on first, is the mon l
! settle wi before I gop'
| At this moment half crazed old woman
! and painting hind rushed into the door
/ with cries that Matt Curbison was biting
off his deeing breath" and was "skirlin'
! DOT for ee's wullr'
| David Bamthet grew pale, his guidwife
! shrieked "Lans a marcy" but the grim
| old statesman gave no answering word to
| the messengers back from sordid life to
| sordid death; and when he turned again
| to the huge man who bore my name Betty
| Bamthet was croodled close in his giant
| arms and we heard enough to know that
! they enfolded her thus for aye; while the
| other Robert DorlSlin, heir to the deserted
| cottage in the vale soon proved to his
! statesman host, with the aid of Matt
| CurbisOn's will, how the three longed-for
'gradley pleaCes" could with a little
! scribbling from his over-willing pen, be
happily and forever merged within the
same encircling Umbrian metes and
! bounds.