The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-03-21

timely stolen upon him, and pushed him
into the dangerous current of the bay.
with the design, of course, Of taking
his place in the rendezvous. He made
it look like sheer murder, and Amy was
Mortified.
She had delayed too long Before she
was aware of it, Chase was on his knees
protesting undying love, and devo-
tion which no suffering could measure
and no peril check He realized the
hopelessness of it, and he was taking
the only means that the experienced of
the race had discovered to cure his
wound. He was going to leave her for
ever. His exile had begun. He was
even then on his way westward, be-
yond the limits of the continent, to q
| land on which the sun, which had set for
them, was rising even as he spoke. Could
she deny him a last word, or be unfor-
giving If he had gained the opportunity
| of speaking 1t, by a bold and desperate
stroke?
There is no lie that, when properly
| presented, is beyond the credence OF
woman. And rarely has that old and
extra durable falsohood been better
told that it was then. Amy be-
lleved that he was really going to do as
he said; that she was looking her last
upon him: that his sufferings were real;
that they would eventually be the
death of him in some remote quarter of
the globe to which his heroic resolu-
tion to forsake forbidden fruit should
have exiled him. That Is the pity
which really Is akin to love. Without
a thought of any outcome of the situa-
tion but a trageical farewell. Amy lis
tened to him, and replied with words
of sympathy. But she retained sufii-
cient sense to bid him instantly permit
her to leave that room. Elsewhere She
would speak with him as his unhappi-
ness merted.
| How long he would have STAYED off
obedience to the command and whether
his eloquence would have been equal to
the unfolding of the remainder Of the
well-known story, Is a problem impos-
sible of solution. for just as he had
come to that part of 1t which introduces
the possibility of return-that familiar
promise to brave a thousand deaths II
ever she should need and summon him
he was interrupted by a strange and
hideous sound.
1t was low at first-a sort of shudder-
ing murmur that ran through the vast
hostelry; the sound of a cry far off and
mufiled by closed doors; clamor rising
from the street; and so. at length, the
articulate name of deadly peril-Afire
fire!
Chase got upon his feet. and at first
he was inclined to congratulate him
self. There could be little danger.
Here was chance to prove that he was
a real hero.
Don't be frightened, he said.
Come"
He took her hand and led her to the
door. She was white as marble and
scarcely able to stand. The instant
that that cry had fallen upon her eafs
she saw a judgment In 1t. She had
listened to this man, had pitied and al.
most loved him. and for her sin she
had been called to meet the most horri-
BILE of deaths yE,
Chase opened the door. The corridor
looked just as 1t had when he had seer
It last. There was sound of hurryine
feet, but for the moment no person was
visible. They were In an angle. and the
main exit could not be seen. He ad
vanced calmly, leading her.
And then in an instant as II with the
discharge of cannon. there Jeanne 9
puff of smoke. filling the corrlfor. II,
dropped her hand and ran ahead call
ing to her. At the junction (of thai
hall with the larger one he paused