Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-06-29

sway me tonight? aud why,
among Them. does the thought OF your
boyish worship llnger, until ii asks ut
my hands it's recompenset what must
that recompense be? For once l VIII
be frank with you. Its reconlpense
must be 10 tear the mask from the
heart YOU thought might beat Tor you.
You shudder as you look, for the heaft
Is frozen on which your eyes rest. anu
frozen hearts. Carlo, cannot beat IN
loves measure. | never loved you; you
We're for me but the plaything sWort
beside a grave whose, matters not 70
make all men in my hands. saw the
girl TO whom YOU We're engaged you
remember the night, do you not now
lelg ago il seemed. Her face told me
that she was young, u pure ana IN
nCcrnt. as | was once.
II knew that yCu were weak. NnE
should | spare You. when,. In aiiuflhS
you. | saved her. perhaps. from such a
fate as mine: 50 | let YOU drift VIA
the current. and the current SnapIeA
the feeble ties which bound yau 10
her. ami instead led you to my feet.
YCu amused me, and liked ~you-ikei
ycu too Wen. Carlo. 10 let your young
blood spill itself for me and feel NO
pang but even then | told myself Thar
| was bIameless-that men had dle
before for women. and life was not SO
sweet that | should plead its boon lot
you,
But. Carlo. the day that you and
the prince were TO fight, an angel came
10 me 10 interceie for you. The We
man you had wronge6 n outraged
sought me cut. and demanded at my
hands your life. You do not deserve TO
know this-dO not deserve 10 know
how Wen she still loves you-but you
shall not say the life l spared 10 You
was barren through my ACT.
..She is proud. and you may not easl-
" win her back; but such carts are
gold and worth the struggle. 1ou must
not let her know that i betrayed the
secret OF her in~tercession. / DO IL only
To prove her loyalty. and 10 ten yoti
why / demanded AT the princes hands
your life.
Tomorrow is t6 make me his wife.
/ may never see YOU again. but some
times remember that She who married
the fair web of your happiness also
tried 10 cement the broken threads.
The day which unites you u Beatrice
INOl2Jth Il NllA AhRN al MN $3.50
pardon Alden, sF.r
So the strange note ended. The pa
per f1uttered downward Il the floor. liz
fore Damerof-s eyes, a choking ia his
throat.
Beatrice did not hate him then?
him. What had he done TO deserve
from heaven such a boon:
Proud, Yes, better than the woman
who had penned the assurance. Ii.
knew her pride: but, standing there,
he registered a solemn vow that his pa
tience should be as untiring as his re-
ward would be great.
Madame Florence's letter had done
its work. The spell was broken. the
madness scattered. the infatuation
powerless. Beatrice alone usurped his
thoughts. his heart. His allegianc.
could waver again.
Through the dark clouds which had
Swallowed him II gieam Of sunshine
broke. He sw0re il should widen into
perfect day. or scatter in the darkness
of a perpetual night.
Two hours later he sought admit
lance TO Beatrice's presence. The ser
van looked his surprise when he asked
if his young mistress was at home. bat
meekly received his card to hand It u
her.
She grew very white when she re
ceived il. She had been i'll since the
day of the duel. 1t was the first day
she had been sitting UP.
For a moment strength and courage
failed She was tempted 10 deny her
self: but, lest he should attribute it I,
her weakness, she rose and went dowI
TO meet him.
Entering the room, she paused a lit
tie beyond the door and sank into /;
chair, waving him TO resume the sea-
from which he had risen.
You are surprised 10 see me-" h
said, and his voice was low and brok
eE.
She glanced toward him with indif
ferent ease. Who could have fancie,
that she had so lately pleaded for hi
life as the ms boon craved on earth!
Some grave reason must hay'
brought you." she answered. coldly.
But. even as she spoke the words, b
had crossed the dividing space between
them and flung himself ut her feet.
Grave. indeed. Beatrice..' he nun
INJURED, hotly, impetuously. Il hay
come 10 plead TO you as lost souls pra,
ut heavens gate-as the mar who, al
ter long blindness. knows that his eye
are opened-of one who having los
reason. has il again restored 10 him.
have no right here. save the right OF
great sorrow and a great penitence,
have no hope save the hope that We
manly pity may once more waken We
manly love. Beatrice. / was in III
wiies and meSlles of a sorceresS. ID
not forever condemn me that my hone
was the price CT her enchantment.~
He felt that she trembled. and h
lifted his young face. on which wa
written all the ardor OF his prayer: bu
the voice with which she answere
him was cold and firm.
/ .Had ! dreamt this your Grand
she replied. II would have spared no
n myself it's pain. Tomorrow III
Saman OF whom you spoke weds al
ott er. Would you prove to her tina
the game at which she played wa
equal. since Won. too. return TO her I
, whom nee your faith was pledged?
: am sorry, Lieutenant bancroft. that
cannot give you your pitiful revenge,
-Beatricer,' Indignant wonder W.