The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1896-02-13
THE RECOVERED LETTERS.


jewels. and tiny cut glass perfume
stands that ornamented her dressing
bureau; kneeling but not in the quiet
, peaceful attitude Of prayer No, the
beautiful scarleJ lip, compressed by
cruel white teeth-the hands pressed
tightly across the forehead the cheeks
white as the pallid marble Of some
fair monumental statue-all told far
different tale than that Of a maiden's
innocent prayer.
She was very beautiful and dark.
with the rich crimson Of Jewish blood
| glowing in her veins although that
| Hebrew ancestry had long since been
merged in the past Dark with velvet
| red checks and glorious liquid eyes
| floating beneath heavy -fringed lashes,
while the luXuriant black hair, brush
ed away from her pure cream tinted
forehead, fell in soft massy curls. shot
with purplish shadows. Rachael was
as beautiful as Queen Esther might
have been; but how willingly would
she have exchanged all that beauty
for a little peace,
What shall do?' She murmured.
! looking vaguely out across the sylvan
Deaut~ ot the quiet park, all Hooded
u the evening splendors. ., merci
! full heavens, what is there left for me
TO 10! To think that this blow shall
fall on me. at this moment Of all others.
| just when the cup Of fortune and hap
piness was so close to my lips 1t is
too hard too hard"
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ard 50 unexpectedly, too-quite oyerpower
hrr r5S re- m M E, S' MN of - te 5'fn at Me- TeeP9T ~
d9 & not see you, pnaetual to the moment | shall
anco Of the gentleman whom You are about 70
MAKE happy, Adigu, mq Pet.t"
,.MAICo1M.,
"Tberc is no heIp for it." she moan
cd TO herself "Nhiln he retains nos
session of those lattn,s 7 nm ~ com
pIetalv his slave as If nv Golden brace.
| lets we're linked fetteTs Of iron. IF
| Hebert knew all, he would he the last
one to iud~e me for the mad school
cirl infatnation that has placed me
So cruelty in Malcolm Wayae's power.
But he cannot all-and fbe letters I
wrote when hardly more than a child
bear cruel evidence against me. No;
there IS no help for it. | must try
what last appeal will do.
And Rachel piercy shrouded her
rich dress of glimmering purple silk,
shot with golden cleans in a sombre
black mantle and stole down tbrongh
the oyerhanging shadows of twilight.
to the weeping birchtrep. on the utter
most verge of the woods. TO meet the
hard and merciless man who held her
fate in his hands,
He was tbaro bofora bor racino nm
and down t6esmooth greensward,a T. and
C,Ianoi,o ola, oya,, and anon % sbrowdiv at
Ris watch. 4 taII stvIi.L -1oolyino man
wifb blna eves. far wayy LaiT, and
aouiline features, while there was a
somcth.ngwcrn and bIasc in his whole
appearance that can scarcely be de-
| scribod He nodded his head, with an
intensely dIsagreeable smile, as Rach-
el swept down the narrow path, her
liquid black eyes full Of troubled light,
and angry roses burning on her
checks
You haven't grown at all ugly, my
dear Rachie," he said. in alightmock
! inc tone. as he bowed a ceremOniOus
Greeting. .Jrpon nv word, sou do
| the greatest credit to Mr Herbert
| AIontpensier's choice.'
i did not como here to listen to
This strain Of idle commitment" sad
Rachel coldIv. ~Why did Won send
for me-"
| TO oct money, Rachie. OF course
since You will insist on coming direct
| ly to business.'
How muchG' she demanded briefly.
"Well-just at present say two
Thousand dollars"
L have not got ii TO give yon, she
! ansWed, with desperate calmneSs. i
have already gNenyon more, fan more
! than | could spare. How mOny hun
dreds have You taken from me before
this ?"
He draw = connie Of faded timn-
vo,,n Iattars from MS nncl,nt and 10
IiharatoIv nnfoIdeI them
.Verv welI,-let it be lust As YOU
pIease. Miss Piercy. Then I shall
have the pleasure of personal inter
view with Mr. ATontpensier. nj whose
mansion you are at present su,h an
bonored Guest. He will. of coursp, he
! deeply Interested in ANYTHING that ap
perfains TO vou. vour early cores
! -, lo,,no ral,,4,1'
Rachel uttered a low. sobbing cry
Give me the letters. Malcolm
them to me? Have Won no mercy
no compassion ?"
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