Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1900-06-21
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CHAPTER xxx-UontInued }

Thou in the sunlight.
And | in til. shade:
Bur, all! by the sunlight
The shadow is made.
Thine be the gladneSs.
And mine be the gloom.
For Love. though thy triumph
Is only my doom.
In silence and shadow.
Through veal and through i'll,
My fate is to love
And 10 follow thee still.
Unseen and unknown
Will l cling 10 thy heart.
For fetters have bound me-
That death cannot part.
Like one spellbound. Herbert list
ened. and then. letting the portfolio he
held fall from his grasp. he turned
swiftly down the corridor whom
which the song-notes seemed TO come.
l. led 10 Il sort of conservatory
which had. u few months ago. been
Gre Gf the madamS pet follieS. buf
whose novelty had ut present faded
away before some still more charming
caprice.
II was 4 E,ammoth aquarium IN"
stone walls overgrown with Sea-mo>s-
es ard trailing water plants: the lighl,
coming family through shades of sea
green glass; The central fountain send
ing UP its pearIy spray from a minia-
tlrc lake. on who's" bosom the Veto
ria Regia spread its mighty leaves.
ana Egyptian lilies hoated in Spo,less
beauty.
The entrance TO this enchanted
nook was low and rugged. like HE
opening Of an ocean cave. Huge sea.
sh. lis surrounded the tiny lake. and
the mossgrown rocks dipped into The
crystal waves.
Seated on one Of these rocks was a
form that seemed the fitting guardian
Of the fairy Scena.
Her til,ny whit. robes we're loopad
with clusters Of white lilies over an
n1der>kr1 of rH. sa-green: her float
in= Lair n cloud Of golden light. was
7yreatlei with saa-.rasses and waxen
water ,,lants wllls. the jawel> "ncir-
cling her snowy throat AMI arms gilt
: .od like tlie spray of the ocean a il
lr.akS IN mid-air.
She WAS masked Fu, H.. form. The
la.r. The VOICE. mad,. Herbert'S heart
hourd within him. and. s!,rin.in9 for
"Sy,i Svbil, my lost darling. liavv
found you NJ lasl:'
she starred. ,reubl-d and r"coi,ed
from lin: then. as if c0nquering q
snom"ntary terror. spoke. in a low
constrained voice:
.Yor arr hold. sir knight--over bold
am 10 Sybil. bun Luriiue. the water
siren. They who brave an entrance
1. n q
cost"
Has the cost nor been great enough
already: he murnural. despairinaly
.>yi,il. Sybl. torture me no longer ny
these masks and mysteries. Call your
seIf what you will-sl,irir. mortal. an
Gel. or deinnIi-you 1rt. 10 me. YOU can
only be 10 ne. the ", man ] love. Will!
a love hat has changed my life
blasted my future. broken my heart.
NO. no. she whispered. in trplnu
!ous accents: mot ihaf-Eot that. 1he
heart never hrpai:s-nevei' breaks. 1t
sang itself. aud still beat on. Oh
re ar. thOss. who carry hearts tina
even III such scenes as th"sn CULVER
with dpatll-tlroes. ami YET clnno'
die
DO you. too suffer- Il" asked
moved b. the passionate sorrow OF hHi
tone. Oil. my love-my lost love
VIA, Feed is there Of this pain. 'h'S
sorrow. this mystery? Why do yo'l
thus madden me by brief CLEANS OF
hope. that only serve TO darken more
crCcllv the night Of despair: | AN like
one tossing on sea OF doubt. All
things have failed me-faith. hope
courage. reason. encrgr-all Duf love
I.cve. ti.at igns fatuus that Leads h'
on deeper and deeper into the darknPs:
love that I cannot turn from-fhat
must still pursue.
.Is ii indeed so!' was the low. 01iy
cring answer. ''Alas, alas. Must youi
1arkencd life. too. atone? I-l-oh
] would have spared you this-Herbert
Herbert. / would have spared you
this. I thought, I hoped. that mine
alone would be the sorrow. the doom.
.'SybiI. Now it is indeed Syhii
who speaks" was his rapturous re-
joinder ooh. Sybil. my beloved one,
only trust me with your SORROW. Tear
from your life the mystery thai on
shrouds it. Let the eye Of love read
all! In death or in life. you are
Nine said fierce voice at MS
sac, anu II idll iOIDI s..iotiru III 'h'
flowing garments of Il monk. doomed
up behind the shrinking Lur!ine.
"Again, again? Girl. girl. have ] 40,
warned you that-tlat-"
He stopped. as if checked with rage.
go. got! she pleaded turnin. TO
Herbert -''so for COTS sake. and leave
usr'
Never. never. till know the mys-
terry of your fate was the determined
answer. Never, until | know who il
is that daras to stand between me and
the woman loye!'
~ ..Do you ask who?" cried the monk
tearing the mask from his face. and
disclosing the features Of the one man
on earth whom he remembered as an
enemy--the al tagonist whom he had
encountered three years before al sun
set Fill. "Trator and robber that you
are. would you steal from me the only
Treasure have left? Begone. or
will forget myself and be again a mad
.nan. -Regnnp. I tell you she Is mine.'
"SybIl" exclaimed Herbert. turning
his white face toward her. as II he
heard neither The insults rcr the men
aces OF the ofl;e.- s'speak to ME. Sybil
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