The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1901-06-15

dolpheS Chester play into each 0tnefsS
hands, they would be lifting tools each
to the others constituencies skill The
day that sees you mistress OF Grey Oaks
----heiress Ia your fathers wealth---and.
above all, your claim established TO the
grand old home, will bA to her. as to
him., the day 81 cruel r%etribution. Oh.
my love, to know that that day has
dawned for you, / would gladly make
my own life the sacriice!"gf M
..And without yDu TO share 1t, Berthe,
what wouid.it all be worth? ~
ssYou love me still, Beatrice? The
words OF passionate loveto which you
listened the other night found IN pour
heart no echo? It Is love, only love !
still may claim, and not some 5Sfanciedl
debt OF g~ratitrde?'
~ love you--you only!" she whis-
pered, softly.
But the whisper reached him where
he sat. ssF
He sprang up, his face illumined by
the light Of passionate ecstasy. He
made one short etep toward her.
In another moment, prudence forgot
ten, he would have caught her TO Ehis
madly-beating heart, when e voice
greeted him from the doorway with g
gay good-morning.
It was their host.
Both rose and followed him into the
breakfast room Eas ss.
The library was left deserted.
Deserted? Mo-; for the heavy cur.
tains cautiously were lifted, and out
from behind them crept aswoman OF tall
and queenly form-a# woman whose
black eyes were fairly lurid with the
light OF fury, which alike had blanched
her cheeks and lips to marble Y
$50 this is the lover h missed! He.
too, knows my secret-my humiliation!
Together they gloat over 1t! And She
is to possess the triumph, throwing C
me the defeat: Oh, you did We'll 70
warn her, Bertram Talbot: but your
warning comes too late. Randolph
Chester is on the wrong path, - ne!
He will come to you for counsel, seh!
Aye. but 1t will be to lead you, blind
fool, INTO the trap you have set Tor him!
And you, Beatrice Markham, are 70
reign mistruss Of Grey Oaks? Methinks
your castle will be the four walls OF e
mad house cell, while to your rel will
be awarded that Of a prison. Whose
triumph will 1t be then? Triumph
she paused, and an expression OF acute
suffering passed over her face. TO me
evenge, but triumph-no! VIII It all
win me one glance of love from Aliens
eyes-one word OF softened utterance
from Aliens lips-one ~caressing touch
from Aliens hands? All. no! Should
he guess my part in to-day's work'he
would but turn from me with instinct
i've horror. It would give him the pre-
text for which, all unconsciously, he
longs-the pretext TO break his vows!
But he must never know-he must new
er suspect! When all the world be-
lieves this woman mad-when- h is
forever shut out from It's sight n q
ad-house-I may teach him to forget.
I might have been q woman, had he
loved me. AS 1t is-oh, God!-I shud-
der and dare not look in one the spirits
which have taken possession OF my
wretched soul. Love, jealousy, hate
to what, can they not transform the
human heart?
An hour later she and Randolph
Chester were closeted together in an in
terview,. from which she came forth
with a livid face, but a smile Of deyilish
which there had been no unseen Wit
ness. Its purport raj known only to
themselves.