The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1901-01-12
! Her HEARTS SECRET !;
Or, UNDER A SPELL.
BY JEAN WARNER
Or, UNDER A SPELL.
BY JEAN WARNER.


ApSs TIE uledulnS OF ner- COnLraQlCLOrJ
Words-he must know if she were fet
tered or free; for Herbert Give was
the soul Of manly honor, and the be
trothcd wife of another seemed almOs
as far removed from him as if the nup
tlal VOW had been already spoken be
/ fore God and man. = r ~ II !,
! All through the summer day the win
DAVIS Of Fannie Gives boudoir re
NAMED closed. and the we'll trained
! servants passed the door noiselessly
! Evening came, and still Sybil seemed
!, to- sleep, until DR.. Bonds carriage
drove through the gate, and it was ne
/ cessary that he, at least, should SEE
!! her. #
! Then. very softly, Fannie stole int
the darkened and perfumed room
very gently drew aside the snowy cur
tains.
| The pillows still bore the impression
of SYPHILIS head; her handkerchief ant
vinaigrette lay upon the floor beside
! the sofa; but, with a low cry of dis
may, Fannie recognized the fact thai
i Sybil herself was gone!
| General excitement and surprise en-
sued. The open side door, leading to 9
balcony, showed the means of escape
and even DR.. Bonds usually impertu
rable countenance betrayed signs OF
anxiety.
! "Quick!' he said, in an undertone, to
| Herbert ITO the river, where you
! saw her last night! I fear she has
gone there. .~And-and the opiate has
not vet ceased to act! Hurry, fol
Gods sake: for she knows not what
she is doing-she is still in ;!ream!'
! The doctors tone and look, even
i more than his words, added wings tt
Herbert's steps. He sped down the
river path, spurred on by a thousand
fears.
Down the. steep declivity, through
the shadoWy grove, the young mai
sped, scarcely knowing how he passed
over the ground. Hope seemed tC
: have taken new life in his heart
4 Love. that he had believed crushed
and desparing, sprang up in immortal
! strength. Syhil in deadly peril, seemed
all the world.to him again.
/ The doctors suggestion proved cor
! rect. On the narrow stretch Of silvery
, sand that formed the river beach. Her.
bert found the wanderer.
! She was seated en- q huge rock, that
AAstS@ AoAASA1s D.tSI, I1Ol1l ti1c olCCt)S
above. and had been washed by the
WAGES until it was smoothed and pol.
ished as if by q masters hand
, Her beautiful hair fell about her
shoulders, unbound by the usual fillet
: her cheeks were flushed unnatHrally
and the soft gray eyes had a strange
h2afE T. tAeE 4ia9|9 sa9sRth:s
that showed Sybil was indeed, in q
dream.
/ Sky and water glov7ed with the rich
beauty Of the summer sunset, and the
fair girl, seated by the rose-huec
waves seemed a different being from
the pale wrath who had glide(
through the moonlight the night be
fore. For there was a smile upo1
SYPHILIS lips, tender radiance in he]
far-off gaze. She was happy in hel
dream.
"Syhil" cried Herbert, delighted tt
find his treasure safe-"Sybil, YOU
have frightened us SO! Why did 70,
fly away? Will you not come home
with me?'
"Home!' she repeated, sofFly-"home
deed. a homer
Jul Gil tl-pOOI NLI1C AO1llC1Co
dove" said Herbert, pityingly.
''He loves me!' repeated Sybil, soft
ly, to herself-"he loves me! His voic
is low and sweet, like distant music
so sweet to ears that have heard onl,
the bitter, Earring notes of hate and re
venge. Love. love! The word is 81
strange and swret-so strange AM
sweet! Why must shut out the beau
r
and be loved? Father, father, tax
from me my cruel heritage! Give m
woman's sweetest, dearest, holes
right-the right to love! I. who haV
never loved-I. who have never hope
to love. Herbert. Herbert! All, Their
is music in the very EameH'
Herbert held his breath and listened
She seemed unconscious of his pres
ence, or conscious only as it suggests
, Or accorded with her train of thought
Was it wrong to take her thus at a dis
dvantaGe-wrong to steal from he
;; the secret she guarded so jealously-
wrong to read a blissful hope in he
: tender smile. her beaming eye? Wha
: lover. even be he chivalrous and hon
> orable as Herbert Give, could stop t.
reason here?
t ''It is so sweet to love-" she contir
, ued, softly-"so sweet to know that a
l eye brightens, and lip smiles, and
; voice breath low music for 20
alone! Fannie's love was precious
r me: but this-this would seem God
; own priceless gift-Heaven upon eartl
/ All, might believe, l might hope, if
; had the blessed right to lover >,.&$t
: "sybii, Sybil!'. Herbert sprang, 70
r ward to her feet, forgetful of all othe
r things but the rapturous econvictio
d her words conveyed. "Sybil,; is it tru
s or am I, too, dreaming? Oh, my low
o / then let nus dream forever-let tt
waking never Gomez ~. .EF
r But, alas! with his very words, q
a dream was DER. She started up wit
4 frightened cry; looked around her
bewilderment. The flush faded fro
t. her cheek, the dreamy light from. HI
) eye.
s1I '.Where am IT, she said, passing b
II hand over her brow. II have bee
It asleep so long. Where am I
= "Ah. here is my lost patientr 50
r. the voice of the old doctor, as he can
$ putting and painting down the hi
d s"sAh, you are wide awake now Sc
~ Won did nnt know yolI had fallen in