The Saint Paul globe., 1898-01-30

himself but he never sought to hold her
back, though the jewels were tumbling from
her hair and the moon had vanished from the
highway.
q I will bring her back or die the pas
sionate beauty exclaimed, and not q lip
| there said her nay, for they saw what no
man or woman had been able to see up to
that moment that her very life and soul
We're wrapped up in the man who had stolen
away her daughter and that 1t would be death
In life for her to live with the knowledge
that she had given him a wife of her blood
who not herself. .''i. -'t <t
"Shrin went the pipes squeak and hum
went the fddles34 but the sound. that was
sweetest to her was the pound. Of the horses
hoofs on the road in front. That music
10 her indeed. and as she heard it she be-
slowed one wild kiss her father and
bounded from the house. An instant and she
was gone. One flash of her white robe at
the gate. then all was dark on the highway
and the old father stood in that wide-open
door, waiting, as he vowed he would wait,
till his daughter returned.
She had not gone alone. A faithful groom
was behind her, and from him it was learned
the conclusion of that quest. For an hour
and half they rode, then they came upon a
chapel in the mountains in which were burn
ing unwonted lights. At the sight the lady
drew rein and almost fell from her horse
into the arms of her lackey. "A marriage
she murmured. "a marriage and pointed to
a carriage standing in the shadow of a wide
spreading tree. 1t was their family carriage.
How well she knew it. Rousing herself she
made for the chapel door. 1 will stop it,
she cried. I her mother and l have the
right But the lackey drew her back by
her rich white dress. Look! he cried, point
ing in at one Of the windows. and she looked
The man she loved stood before the altar
with her daughter. He was looking in that
daughters face, and his look showed a pas
sionate devotion. 1t went like a dagger to
her heart. Crushing her hands against her
face, she walled out some fearful protest
then she dashed toward the door with Stop!
stop! on her lips. But the faithful lackey
at ger side drew her back once more. Lis
ten! was now his word, and she listened.
The minister whose form she had failed tn
see in her first hurried look. was uttering
his benediction. She had come too late
The young couple were married
Her servant said. for so the tradition sur
wives. that when she saw this she grew calm
as walking death In an instant Making
her way into the chapel she stood ready at
the door to greet them as they issued forth,
and when they saw her there, saw the rich
bedraggled robe and the CLEAN of Jewels on
neck she had not even stopped to enveIop
in more than the veil from her hair he
seemed to see what he had doue and stopped
the bride, who in her confusion would have
fed back to the altar where she had lust
been made wife. Kneeli he cried 'Kneel
Amarynth, Only thus we ask pardon
of our mother But at that word that word
which seemed to push her a million miles
away from these two beings who but two
hours before, had been the dearest beings on
earth to her, the unhappy woman gave crv
and fed from their presence. Go, Coz were
her parting words. AS you have chosen con
Henceforth l mother to no one
They found her lying on the grass out
side. AS she could no longer sustain herself
on a horse they put her into the carriage
gave the reins to her devoted lackey and
themselves rode OFF on horseback One man
the fellow who had driven them to that
place, said that the clock struck 12 from
the chapel tower as the carriage turned awav
and began its rapid journey home That NAV
be so and it may be not. We onlv know
that it's appartion enters Lost Mans lane
az nearly l. always at nearly l. the hour at
which the real carriage came back and ston-
ped before Mr.. Knoliys' gate. And now for
the worst, Miss Butterworth When the o-d
gentleman went down to the carriage from
the door, where he had stood without move
ment ever since she started after the lovers
1t was to find the lackey in front and bis
daughter sitting all alone in the carriage
But the soil on the white brocaded folds
OF her white dress was no longer that oP
mud only She had stabbed herself m The
heart with a bodlIin she wore in her bair
ana II was a corpse which the faithful negro
had been driving down the highways tRat
am not a sentimental woman. but this
story as thus told gave me d thrill | do not
Know as l really regret experiencing
What was this unhappy mothers narna9,,
l asked.
80 Lueetta," was the unexpected and non.
Ito be Continued)