The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-10-20

| My Htdu WAiIltu rom her lmphs' sioned words. her pitifui harrassments her desperate calmness of purpose Not knowing what I said. I poured into her ears the widest protestationf of compassion. Of friendship and l know not but of love; but all were of no avail, until I stumbled upon the | magic words,
 You shall not wed this wretch! ] will save you from all this infamy. Betty, Betty! l will myself take you 10 your love-for Robert DorklIn is my friendr'
 However long I may live. whatever scenes l may look upon, 1t will never be mine 10 again have retransfused joy as now leaped into the face which but m Instant before was set In the stony hardness of heroic but insuffera- ble 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 under it's grand old syca- mores and threw its rusty shutters open to the departing day. Still arm in arm we wandered through the de- serted rooms. while her now ecstatic voice prattled on and on of a miserly old man who had lived here and had died; how an orphan lad had grown to manhood In the same house, and be- cause 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 he would come again for her; how the lonely old life had withered and shrunk in it's hurt and hate within these very walls, until upon his dying bed he had cursed the loving heart he had turned away and left the tiny es- tate to stranger of her lovers self found; and how here, now at this very moment were all things still, just as they had been left, even to Robert Dorklin's room; which we were now stealing into with the evening shad- ows; for it must be seen by Betty Bam- thet, for the last time, now that she was going straight to Robert, straight to her love-
 May tn guid God spare us!--its- Robert-Dorkln's-
 And so it was! It arose straight and tall and wordless from Robert Dork lin'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 Rob- ert Dorklin's blazing eyes looked wildly into mine.
 Mon! mon" he at last said almost in a whisper. "Is't you I must settle wi now?"
 "No, Bob-no, no. no" I faltered, unless 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 strode down the lane with her, follow ing as in a dream, to David Bamthet's cottage.
 Stan aside, 'ere!-stan' aside, livery soul!' he said with a wild gesture, as he laid the girl on the huge settle of the great room and stood guard like a fierce animal beside her.
 Even the giant father quailed before him now.
 "Fatch leet" he sternly demanded. I'm t see her cen when she wakes. Tn mon her cen clasps on first, is the mon I settle wi before I go!'
 At this moment half crazed old wo- man and a panting hind rushed into the door with cries that Matt Curbison was "biting off his deeing breath" and was "skirlin oot for ees wullw
 David Bamthet grew pale, his guid- wife shrieked "Lans a marcy!" but the grim old statesman gave no answering word to the messengers back from sor- did 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 Dorklin, 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 "gradlcy pleaces' could, with a little scribbling from his over willing pen, be happily and forever merged within the same encircling Umbrian metes and bounds.