Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1894-06-15
That there must be some chance for
him, aud tho next that he was on Q
Wild.po0aa Chaca

W!LV.sOOoe Cn8S0.
People wondered what restless spirit
possessed this handsome nObluman.
Shls man with tho face and head of .
SaxoQ king. He eve appeared to
rest; ne seemed unable to eat or drink
as ordinary. beings did. The question
over on his lips, whether on steam
slow long will it be before the
journey is Accomplishment"
Periods q. h.pe came over him, when
he would say to himself that she loved
him, and that his dismissal wa but a
caprice; and then he would picture to
hims elf q long happy life blessed with
Leonles love. Again a period of
despair would succeed, when he would
teal sure that his rand must prove
fruitless. We're such tho result, he
decided he would go and lose himself
in the depths of an African desert.
So time passed, until II day, in the
carly spring-time, he reached the
picturesque old city of Reims, in the
fair and of France.
The sun was shining, the birds we're
beginning to sing, pale blossoms we're
peeping, summer buds growing green
on the trees. Leonie Kayner, feeling
strong and almost we'll, sat in the
pretty salon of tho little villa alone.
Sir Huntley, who was q most devoted
Squire of dames," had sent a magnii-
cont bouquet Of pale hyacinths and
violets, and many other fragrant flow
ers, that brought such sweet. sad
memories to her. mind. AS she sat
there admiring them, Ethel entered
sion of sudden, startled Joy. She
went up to Iconie and took some of
the flowers in har hand.
II ought to le Jealous" she said;
para has sent me no bouquet"
Perhaps he thought you did not de-
serve one" remarked Lconie, with a
little laugh.
"Leonie." said Ethel, sudde My bend
ing over her, could you bear Q great
joy::"
Il might try" replied the girl. with
q sad smile; Il do not think life holds
many moro joys for me.
"Some one is here, and waiting to
see you"
SIS it Lord Charnlcigh?" asked
Leonie, with a sudden shrinking of
pain.
NO, it is not Paul." replied Ethel.
Guess again. 1t is someone you liked
better than you have ever liked Paul"
The beautiful face grow white, the
violet eyes opened wido-fcar, hope,
expectation, sorrow, all appeared in
that wistful glance.
is tit it Bertram?:' she whispered,
and tho faint whisper died on her lips.
"les. it is Sir Bertram. Zero he is
to speak for himself" ID Ethel turned
away, while Sir Be- ram clasped her
My darling.",h cried, you will not
send me fre.iyou again:"
She tr.ed to resist, to cry ont to him
that me was not worthy of his love;
by. he would not listen to her. Tho
might of his love swept away all OBJ
'stacles, as the whirl of the stream
sweeps away dead leaves.
"You will not send me away again,
Lecnie, my love. my wife that must be.
I have tried life without you, and l
prefer death"
1t was useless to resist. If her pale
lips opened to utter o word of elnon
STRANGE. he closed them with passionate
kisses; if she tried to withdraw herself
frsm those loving arms, he only re-
peated over and vi again that lie
would not leave her, that he would not
cven release her. until she had prom
ised to be his wife.
You know you love mo, Lconie: If
you did not you would not let mo kiss
your face. You know you love me
why b, SC cruel, why try to deprive
mo of all hope and pleasure in life:
Leonie, will yon be my wife? Iou did
not love Paul Flcmyng-you loved me.
Say ono word and Twill release you"
not release her, until she did so: and
fj,oO 1,o 1OnEoI 0t ho,s with o,,ob 1opr.
ing, loving eyes that her heart almost
ached with the excess OF her happiness,
SO she whispered the one word he
wanted.
"You are moro lovely than ever,
Leonie," he said, my pearl among
women"
~Bertram, she asked, gently, show
did YOU know that l WAS"
That you were no longer a countess,
and were free for mo to VIM" he in
terruptcd. BLESS all newspapers,
Leonie-they told me all about it, and
through them it is that 1 am here"
CHAPTER NLvII.
II will speak falsely again
never while l live," Leonie had do
clared; and now. as she stood in the
pretty garden of the villa, the words
E0ltIu0u " 1l0l NAUlL " w AOLNOs
Bertram had praised her so warmly,
Bcrtram admired her so truly; he
tho ght her so loyal, so honorable; he
believed her to be almost perfect; he
had no idea of her sin-not the faint
9 t notion of the fraud, the deceit that
she had practiced: he believed her fair
and pure as q spotless lily. She knew
herself to be fair only in the light Of
repentance.
No enc knew of her sin but Paul, and
fortunes would not drag the story of it
from him. Was there any need to tell
Sir Eertram. 1t would part them for
ever, she felt sure. She remembered
what lie had once said. that he could
pardon anything but dishcncr, but that
The revelation of her sir would
surely part them. He loved her, con-
siderlng her 10; al and true, but would
he love her when he knew that in plain
words she had b,en q thief? Why not
marry him and say nothing to him
about the past? He would never know;
and he would believe in her until the
last day of his life.
So once moro Leonie Rayner stood
In tho SUNLIGHT. and held IA II wa "a