Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1900-07-19

new kinsman's request, and visit him
at Give Towers. NJ,
A bitter and painful visit it must
prove, our hero thought, as he alighted
at the little station and proceeded
slowly along the path through the
stately groves he once had thought
his own.
1t was beautiful evening. Winter
was already beginning to yield before
the approaching spring. The river.
shimmering with a thousand opal
hues, flung back the glory of the sun
set; the western hills were tipped with
rose and gold; the evening air had
lost its piercing chill, and seemed
balmy with the breath of unseen flow
ers; all nature was suggestive of the
beautiful season that was stealing,
blossom crowned, over the silent.
sleeping earth-the season of hope and
promise-the virgin spring.
But Herbert walked on slowly and
sadly; the sweet influences around
him brought no gladness to his heart.
He came, a stranger to the roof Of his
fathers, an exile to the home Of his
birth, penniless, disgraced man to the
presence of his kinsman whom his
father had wronged and defrauded-
the kinsman whose liberality he was
too proud to accept.
How the doctors words stung him!
He sue for the naughty heiress OF
Give Towers! He purchase fame ana
fortune at the price of honor and
heart! He redeem his fathers name
by base, mercenary, loveless mar
riage! He, with Sybil Wraye's sweet
image still enshrined in his heart OIL
hearts, to WOO, win and wed another.
Syphilis own Sybil! All, she need
not fear disgracing his proud name
now! 1t was humbled already in the
dust. Would Sybil pity him now?
would she love him still? He paused
for a moment ut the thought. He was
at Sunset Hill, the spot endeared to
him by the memory of that first inter-
view. when love, bursting all bonds,
had leaped to his liDs-when his heart
had first slcken, and Sybil had heard
and wept.
He climbed to the summit Of this
hill to look around him; to imprint
the beautiful landscape forever in his
heart; to carry away with him that
men Cry as the last and sweetest. OF
his broken home, his blighted youth!
Did he cream? A form stood upon
Sunset Rock-a woman's form, robed
in misty gray, and illumined with the
last rosy hues Of the sunset; q form
yelled with floating clouds of golden
hair; a graceful, lovely form, that
turned at his approach, and revealed
to him the beautiful features of his
eam-love-Sybil Wraye!
"Sybil, Sybil! MY darling, my dar-
ling!" he cried, forgetting poverty, dis
grace, all things save the rapture Of
this meeting. ''you here? Surely. this
is only some vision sent to mock my
despair!"
'No vision, my beloved" she said,
holding out her hands to him with a
beautiful smile. DIVISIONS are done
with low, dear Herbert. for the shad-
ows have fed, the night is passed-it
is day, sunshiny day. At last-at last,
Herbert" she looked up into his face
with beaming eyes-"at last we meet
beyond the shadow-at last we can
speak Of hope and-and'' she blushcd
at the whisper-"loye"
"NIy own love!" he murmured, in a
moved voice, 81 understand you. Alas
-alas!-I can offer you nothing now
but blighted life. furnished name,
poverty and disgrace. 1 have nothing
left, Sybil-not even honor!
"You have your own true heart. All!
1 have heard ALP she said, simply.
"Dear Herbert, let ne come to you in
your sorrow, let me share your power
ty, if need be, your disgrace. 1 would
love you as you have loved me,
through all, in spite of all! The bar
rier between us is broken now-I am
all your own!"
'Sybil, beloved one. is this true, or
only a dream, beautiful dream?
Darling, darling! will you be the star
of my darkness? Will you come to
me-poor, disgraced and wretched as 1
anl-will you be the wife of one whose
only wealth is love for you? Oh, my
love, it will only be for your sake.
then. that 1 can regret the past! 1
could almost welcome the shadow that
draws you to my heart-my own, my
own!'
."Hello. young man, said a CHEEKY
voice behind them, and DR.. Bond, with
suddenly appeared on the scene. ''Yon
the subject we were discussing few
uOulS SluCc. lIOuSuL Sou "ouiu
bring him to reason, my dear, though
it was only this morning he was ready
to knock me down for proposing he
should even look at you. You look be-
wildered, my dear boy" continued the
good doctor, whose old face was fair
ly beaming with happiness. "Let me
introduce you to your new relatives.
Mr.. Basil Give. this is the young gen.
tleman who is fool enough in these lat
ter days to hold honesty above honor.
who knows only one road, and that
goes straight ahead, whether it be
down precipice."
'Or up an Alpine peak" said Col.
Laponte of st. Gothard, grasping his
young rescuer's hand warmly. 81 need
no introduction to Mr.. Herbert Give
Our acquaintance was made on the
borders of valley whose darkness
makes even one as reckless as l have
been look up for light. l have more
than life TO thank you for" he contin-
ued, in a moved tone. "A fire that
burned with uHchanging heat for five
and-twenty years was quenched for
ever beneath those Alpine SHOWS. In
your fathers name, my young kins-
man. let us forget and forgive the
past. and let this''-and he took SYPHILIS