Courier Democrat., 1900-03-29
,.,"CHAPTER III. (Continued) "
And then Fanny's merry voice called
them from; the cabin I: door, and the
strange interview wasaoyer. j.. .....,.
CHAPTER III.

,,,.:a CHARTER Ill.
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TEete are few fairer: spots on, earth
arc arose 5hs EISnits e alXe Vs.; I2M
lands; the silvery river. winding
through thm mossyS:vale; the dark for
est, tossing, it's whispering boughs to
the mountain ab5ifseezes. and the grand
old mansion, so, broad,;"so stately, vet
SO unpreteltious-almos seeming it,
self a. part ofanature's handiwork,' so
wellv slid the: proportions and
simple architecture accord with the
landscape aroundsit.
1t. was evening. and a merry group
was: gathered. Oh the velvety lawn in
front tpf the house.. 81
GaN;croquet, mallets We're welded by
pret1Es,hands.s sansl4tlle musical click of
the balls was mingled with the muir
mEr of sweet voices and the ripple Of
s;lvery laughter. .,,..:.,.. #..
Fannie Give was there, very Hebe,
i'll ph&s rose, colured muslin and floating
r!hb5ns; heg fEien9 en- cousin and con
slant cavalier, Tenton Forest, a dash
dng young navy officer gorgeous in but
tons and beard; Laurence Grey, tall,
slender, thoughtful young student
friend of Herberts's and his sister Ma
rian;~ hdI1id-eyed brunette: and last,
though by no means least of all, with
.her golden, hair rippling over robe
that seemed woven. of morning mists,
Sybil. Wraye, pale, slender and beauti-
full, with the heir of Give Towers ever
beside her, hanging, entranced, on her
slightest whisper. watching eagerly for
her faintest smile. '~. '-
When the game was *over, she would
tave escaped with Marian and Fannie
to the rose garden. but Herbert was
quick to detain her. -
Have you; forgotten your promise to
me. Miss Sybil? Yon were going with
me this evening to Sunset Hill. 1t is
Just the: llour. to. see all it's beauties"
Fannie will come with uss" said the
young girl, glancing toward her friend.
''She has seen it a hundred times: be-
sides. Fan never: had; much of an eye
for the beauties of nature. was the.
Brothers laughing reply "She prefers
the Beauties of art: The hill is not
quarter of a mile distant. Miss Sybil,
and there are no ogres to be met with
on the way, although 1 could not have
promised YOU. as. mitch three years
ago
AIR she said With Slight start
Il had a 2scutfia* about here With one
of the me st notorious villains that ever
went 'unhung, continued the young
man. lightly. land l came very near
saving the hangman that trouble. But
such reptiles are hard to KILL and by
the time / had :recovered the senses
which; he% had pretty. We'll knocked out
Of me, he had dragged himself off to
the river, where he may lie to this day,
for aught know
did he attack you:' asked Sybil in
q very low voice. Did he try to rob
1on:'.'
Il don't know as I should have re-
sented that so much." answered Her-
bert smiling. "a genuine Jack Shep-
pard might have appealed to my Bo-
hemian sympa thies. No: this fellow
met me with mysterious threats and in
comprehensive, ,menaces. l always had
the greatest objection to mystery; I
can stand open. honest villainy very
well, but underhand business maddens
me. I love the sunlight myself, Miss
Sybil. and can bear no darkness around
me. But enough Of an uninterestins
subject. Here we are at Sunset Hill"
1t was less hill than a ridge of the
mountains (which: crowned by crest
of stately cedars, looking over valley
of gathering shadows to the golden
west. . .'' - . =
Far-beneatll: flowed the>river slowly
yelling itself in :silyery mists; far
beyond it We're the realms of sunset,
pillaped in purple: and stretching out
In vistas too dazzling for mortal eye
TO reach. -..~,.. -"----.,
C-I e.ko mi, o,,
lit height, silent and breathless, then
which: might have been. only q, ref1ec-
4ion il the glorious sky above, flushed
her transparent cheek; and, forgetful
of her companion, unconscious of the
admiring gaze he fixed upon her lovely
face, song, soft and low as the even
Eng twitter Of the BIRDS trembled from
her lips. -
,'Thou in the sunlight
And in the shade:
Yet, ah. by the sunlight
The shadow is made!
Thine be the gladness
And mine be the gloom;
For love, through thy triumph.
Is only my DOOM
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which mastered him, Herbert forgot
the formal prefix he had hitherto given
her name-'Sybil, you must sing those
sad notes no more. Poor little war
bier! what thorn is piercing your ten
der breast. that dra ws forth from your
lips such plaintive melody? Trust me
with your sorrow, sybil; let me be
your brother, your friend-nay, what
words are those for me to utter?-I,
who, have learned, in three short
weeks, to. love you wi1lestire love that
surpasses all othees-! Y 2 i love that hat
every sorrow, every pain-with a love
that trembles at it's own height and
depth, at it's oven. despairiag strength,
perbapsstts s1SwH VIII gf8l9IEssSs s3r3Sisskasa3
Hush, -husll,NhH s she
turning to him face frcm which every
yestige OF life. and color had faded.
..You must not speak so to meme
i I'll am d stranger to YOU: You know