Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1900-01-18

THE SHADOW OF OTHER DAYS.
BY J. Foster Fraser.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

W"oiuS thc Hills. NO DreeZe ruStleQ
the branches. Everything was still,
save that now and then was heard the
boot of an owl.
He was a tall man, supple limbed
and broad shouldered, though fifty
years had turned to iron gray his
tuffed beard. There were, however,
few streaks of silver in his black hair,
that rested in curl upon the silk
faced cloak. His forehead was broad.
His eyes were cold and gray, and the
corners OF his mouth, clearly seen be.
meath the upturned mustache, were
tight and cruel.
Robert, Lord Erresdale, was never
loved by the people on his land His
naughty disdain made him feared. He
was proud man, living melancholy
life in this old Tudor castle. People
bent their heads as he passed, but
cursed him as hard master.
Today he had married Mistress
Isabel Bridgeman, and all Cumberland
had marveled at the strangeness of it.
She had laughed and gamboed and
made merry with her wooers. When
Sir John Furnval asked the honor of
her love she said her love would never
out1ive the honor, that it must be kept
f"r someone less nobly born; perhaps,
she added with a smile, for some
young curate that her father might
engage.
But the cold eye of Robert, Lord
Erresdale, watched her one summer
morning two months ago as she knelt
i'll prayer within the village church.
And now today they had stood togeth-
er in that church and plighted their
troth, and pretty Isabel, the daughter
OF the parson, became Isabel, Countess
OF Erresdale, of Erresdale castle, in
the county of Cumberland.
One, two three-eleven times sound.
ed the clock in the tower, and still the
man looked out towards the hills and
long thought of this new chapter in
LIS me-
Five and twenty years before he had
stood on that terrace in his fathers
time and won the heart of Margaret,
youngest daughter of the Marquis of
Fallairne. But that was II long time
s'nce' ana lor over twenty years Mar
sareV iiau rested III 'he chapei' win
naroie ahgel weeping on her TOMB.
lie shlVered, ana wrapping still
CLOSER 10 MS llmps the long ana cost
y cioak' walked with bowed mead
towards the entrance nan.
his heart peat quick as 1or a mo-
menu ne stood III smart OF moonlight
ana gazed out over the sleeping world.
was isaDel waiting Tor MN? would
Isabel be glad at his coming?
90 ne passea up the sweeping stars
ana entered her room WIN hush on
MS dark cheek. Inc llght was soft
anu u'ih' ana 'he rare SILK hanglngs
Sent from france coula only hlnt their
ficnhess OF design ana lhe beauty OF
'heir texture,
my lord' "
IL was Il woman voice. nan caress-
ing nan AFRAID.
Lord Erfesoale crossed the room,
anu oenu'hg over 'he couch, WINS
peieo, wy countess ne stroked
Dach 'he UNBOUND mar mat 1ell IN goi'
ueh curis aoouV the ia'r young shoul'
uers'
ana you are ,oul'less OF Erres-
uaie' ne saau' seh''y' Does 'he title
please you.
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la'le VI WE
ne 'ooh iei iiailu III MS anu stroked
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me ou'er Wor'u Is "o'n'"g now 10 me-
ior tho" arr an my "orlu'
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s'iohi"s 'ne o',eh VI ,'''' sue caiieu
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hps, -,
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, "iii i .' sou' NY cil.u' WIN more
n .,,ai 'ne ""'''''i U, " i"'''e' hear',
an s mor.u a sass . .h ! an , erue', haru
a ,i. ploau, anu a. ''a' NY s neao 10 'oo
nisn anu 10y ''ea" 'oo urn oo' "
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, ,na' ever hnei' W .'e sue ol ms love.
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IVY, =.
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