The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-02-03

was walking up and down the room,
with both hands in his pockets, ap-
parcntly In no very good humor.
II tell you, l can't get credit at a
solitary place" he fumed, stopping
short in front OF his wife.
That's unfortunate, my dear"
she said with a slight shrug OF her
shoulders. ''Still, / must beg you 10
remember that IL is all your own fault
you would get into debt"
Il shall go mad" calculated Caryl.
She smiled incredulously.
There is n0sdanger."
Come now, Mary, dear, he coayed,
suddenly changing his tone 10 n OF
caressing tenderness ''you surely do
not wish TO see your husband suffer
ing for money. Just let me have a
few hundreds, that's a darling"
mot 4 cent" said Mrs Caryl, with
cold decision. Il am tired OF seeing
my money souandeTed with such
reckless %profusion; hereafter YOU may
earn your own"
''You are not in earnest Nary"
Il am, most certainly"
''By Jove, I'll not stand this-Ill
enlist 10 morrow. Thirteen dollars
a month is better than your con-
founded misery temper"
II hope I'm well rid OF him at
last, was her cool remark when some
n told her that Alfred Caryl had
kept his word and enlisted as a pri.
vate in a marching regiment
and this was the woman for whose
wealth Alfred Caryl had exchanged
the love OF a heart like Edith NAL
lory's.
Miss Edith, ma'am,"
She vas STOPPING down among ner
morning glories and y~erbenas, her
bright hair disheveled, and a ROSY
glow upon her cheeks, when the ser.
wants voice reached her.
What is it, ANN"
Its that little boy from Widow
Dulany's, ma'am, up on the noun
tain. He says his mothers worse,
and would yc phase come there"
''Of course | WILL" said Edith.
cheerfully. Tell him TO run along,
and I'll be there Immediately"
What was it that ever and anon.
as she walked along, brought back
the memory OF olden times on that
still October afternoon? Perhaps it
was the spicy breath, OF fallen leaves
nesting in the hollows Of rock and
road perhaps the yellow torches Of
the gOlden-rod waving on the upland
pastures-or perhaps ONE deeper
warning hidden in the mysterious
Unknown, She did not reason-she
only knew that her W ongs seemed TO
rankle in her breast that day as il
they had been newly inflicted and
still bled with fresh agony.
Half way up the dreary mountain
the storm broke in all its fury, with
binding glares OF lightning, rolling
thunder and dizzy sheets OF rain, and
Edith Mallory instinctively turned
her footsteps 70 the only shelter for
miles around-an old deserted house
whose windows yawned upon the
passer like sightless eyes, and whose
door, swinging on n hinge, creaked
dismally in the gale.
'lt's a desolate place" thought
Edith, ''but IL is better than no roof
at all"
The grass was growing between the
boards Of the ruinous floor, and the
wild vines that had struggled In from
the outer air chung with green,
tenacious fingers TO the broken
plastering. All was hushed and
silent, and yet, as Edith stood there,
she felt the strange, magnetic thrill
that warns US even in the darkness
of the presence OF another human
creature. The blood ran chill through
her veins: she paused abruptly.
How foolish | am; there can be
no M under this roof but myself"
she thought.
Vet some hidden impulse urged her
to step forward and open the weather
stained door Of a rude corner closet
or wardrobe that had been built In
the wall.
The secret monition Of her nerves
had not been baselesS, for, shrinking
close up against the wall, stood a
haggard-loOk ny man, dressed in the
tattered uniform OF a private soldier.
She started with a faint, stifec
rea
alfred Caryl""
''Yes. Alfred Caryl," he said. with
a kind Of logged desperation. "You'll
not betray me, Edith Mallory"
''Betray your"
Pm in hiding" he whispered,
hOarsely, while his restless, eager
eyes kept up a stealthy watch on all
sides. ''I've deserted, and che blood
hounds are after me. oh, Edith,
they'll shoot me down like a dog,
Don't tell anyone you have seen me,
for the love Of mercy"
He fell abjectly on his knees, cling
ing 10 the hem Of her dress n piteOus
supplicatIon. She turned away with
cold scOrn.
$50 you are in my power at last,
Alfred Caryl?"
''But you'll not betray me Edith;
you'll let bygones be byt)nes H.
deed, / loved you all the time, olly-
onlv uaS rladuad IN Mary vou