The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1897-04-02
BIZ T. E. EWING.
THE DOLLAR NEWSPAPER OF 1Si9.

! the magistrate continued the ex-
animation as follows:-
"Now can you tell us who were
the mrrderers of Rose Tomlin?'
Davy looked towards Christianna,
who stood petrified with amaze
ment between Mrs. Greenberry and
Ernest, at what she saw and heard,
and replied-"Rose is not dead"
elbow is this sir?-Rose is not
dead 2" said the magistrate. "Then
who was buried in that grave in
the garden ?"
"Ah! SIR" replied Davy, "We
carried Rose off, but we did not
murder her-no, no, we preserved
her life, and adopted her. That
grave in the garden is our little
Christianna's who died natural
death and that is not Christianna," "
pointing to the maiden, "but Rose
Tomlin, whom we have ever cher
ished as a daughter"
"Gracious Heaven!" exclaimed
Mrs. Greenberry, clasping the girl
in her arms. "And this is my lost
child, my darling Rose, who l
pledged the dying to protect dis
covered like the lost Joseph, after
many years, and restored to her
mothers arms-at least the only
mother she ever knew"
"And this is my adopted sister,"
said Ernest, taking Rose by the
hand when his mother had released
her, "and who, 1 hope, will be to
me my more than sister in future"
The mai.len's blushing che elk and
trembling hand bespoke more than
her lips could reveal. Mrs. Darby,
who had remained quiet spectator
forso time, of the atfectiong scene,
now relieved Roses confusion by
breaking in upon the absorbed
parties.
Chord girl, I suppose you are
satisfied now. Your curiosity has
murdered us all; and what have
you gained more than we offered
you a thousand times?'' The hag
here wiped her eyes, apparently
affected to tears by the moving
scene. "This is hedutiful reward" "
she continued, reproachfully, "for
all my motherly kindness toward
you! Have not always regarded
you as my own daughter? and now,
how have you returned all my
maternal kindness? Poor girl =
but 1 forgive you-it was not all
your fault. You had wicked in
stigators, and though you have
stabbed a dagger in the breast that
nourished you, and broken a
mothers heart, l forgive it all.
Let me embrace you once more
before we part forever-ever(heav-
ing a deep sigh. That is mourn
ful word"
Rose, melted into tears by this
affecting speech from one tAat she
could not but regard still as "A
mother, flew towards the hag with
open arms; but Ernest, suspecting
Helen's words were but the SIRENS
song to decoy her victim, narrowly
watched the hag's movements, and
saw the hilt of poniard glitter in
her hand, as she attempted to draw
it from her breast. With a quick
jerk he hurled the maiden to the
opposite side of the room, as the
demon-like woman made a desper-
ate lunge with al her strength, at
the fair breast of Rose.
"Oh, wretch! wretch !" she
screamed, stamping her foot, and
rending her hair, "but you have
only half blasted my hopes the
steel is robbed of but half its
victims" Plunging the poniard
into her own breast ere anyone
could interfere to disarm her.
"'Tis done! tits done! ~ she shouted
wildly. "Now do your worst the
dagger was poisoned! Oh, but for
one more victim | would have been
avenged Z! avenged J"
The hag sunk back as she uttered
the Internal wish, with a terrific
yell, and expired instantly. Rose
was carried tainting from the room,
and the horrible object of self-des-
truction removed to an appropriate
place, whence it was borne to the
grave the following day, which
hides within its narrow cell its
victim
"Of passions fierce and uncontrolled"
CHAPTER NIX.
"The last scene of all which ends this strange
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