The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1901-03-23
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CHAPTER xxxv. /.
Herbert's Revenge. +


little boat floating back to the island
villa, and then, slowly retracing his
steps to the village inn, he stroye to
realize what had passed. "3
Sybii! Aye, it was no delusive Wis
son, but Sybirs self who had spoken
to him of love! And Sybil was Made
moiselIe Laponte. 'E@ wv
All, he had found the missing clue at
last. The sick girl on board the Ocean
Queen, the midnight songstress and
che midnight vision, the dark-veiled
nurse Of LIE Providence, and the water
nymph of the Partisan ball room, were
all the same living, loving Sybil-no al
Turing phantom, but sorroWing Wo-
gnan, whose web of fate, as she her
self had said was too darkly and
strangely woven for his eye to pierce.
And she loved him, suffered with
dain. mo,.rned for him, even as, he had
mol:fned for her.
All, there was hope and happiness in
che thought! This world cannot be Ut
terfy darkencd, when Love beams up
On 1t in his perfect light!
Her father-this dark browed man,
who had>a>saulted i'm on his own es-
tate-it was her father who stood be-
tween them. 1t must be her fathers
shadow, then. that lay so mysteriorlsly
on her life. Some outla wed desperate,
perhaps, whom she feared to name
some aCventurer, who had made a
fortune by lawless deeds and was COM
PEELED to fly his native land to enjoy
his ill-gotten gold. Perhaps, even
and, though Herbert shrunlS from the
thought, it seemed to explain much of
hot
.hfe-perhaTS some criminal. hiding
from offended justice!
Was it strange that Sybil should
deny his suit, was it strage that one
so delicate and gentle shrank from I'M
yelling, even to lovers eye, the mys,
terry of fathers crimes?
All, yes; as Herbert thought Of the
wild threats Of the ruffian who had
met him in Give Woods and the
&lerce anger Of the masked monk i'll
came more and more satisfied that his
surmiscs were correct-that Sybil
Wraye was the daughter of one who
had Gisgraced his children and dishon-
>ored his nanie-of one to whom she
elUng in pity and tenderness, but also
in shame and sorrow; and never until
the shadow was removed from her
path, could he hope to win her-neyer
while that father lived, would she con-
sent to lirk her fate with that of the
proud and honored Olives.
rs And with the picture Of his pure and
beautiful Sybil floating before his
eyes-with the echo Of her tender
though hopeless words still sounding in
his ears-it was no wonder that Her
f0Jt SrI
IN his breast against the man whose
shadow lay across the sunshine of his
feve-against the father who had
biIghted the happiness Of his child
Absorbed in thoughts like these,
Herbert walked on slowly, and it was
long past midnight when he arrived at
the little inn. Yet, late as was the
hour, the place seemed astir with some
unusual excitement.
Lights twinkled in all the windows:
voices could be heard raised in loud
discussion in the little bar room: and
Dame Marguerite, whom he had left
nodding sleepily over her knitting. was
"a very wlde-awake and angry little wo-
'gnan, judging from the vituperatiye re-
marks that reached the ears of hel
guest
Coward, idiot ,knave and fool that
thou art! to come back to st. Gothard
with story like that on your lying
Sorgue-you, that I. too, recommended
to monsieur as faithful and trust
worthy, What will the mademoiselle
say to me, in her anguish, in her des-
pair? What will the world say of you.
the guide. the traitor, who could leave
his master and friend to perish p
'GDave. coward, villain that thou art"
"Scold, then, if thou wilt. good
dame was the gruff rejoinder. "a
guides life is as dear to him as a gen
detnan's. Not that Jean Baptiste Fee
Vre would turn his back on duty-none
can say that Of him Dame Marguerite,
and he has been glide at Mount Goth
ara FOR Well-nigh a score of years."
"l say nothing Of the pastv' ex-
claimed the dame. shrilly. SIT has
been good enough--too good for it
made me trust your courage, your hon
OF. your truth. I never thought Jean
Bantlste Fevre would turn his COW.
sardly back upon the master who had
put his life in his hands, and leave him
TO perish in the mountain SHOWS
"Sacre blue! Have I not told you
that he sent me for help?" answered
the man, whose sluggish nature
seemed to be at last stirred to impa-
thence. ''Have not told you that his
foot was crushed. and he could not
walk? Have I not told you that. al
though I might lift weights against
MIN in the canton, not even Jean Bap-
1iste Fevre could carry like an infant
a form such as Col. Lanonte? I came
for hefp--have not told you'll came
Tor help"
SHARK" said the dame, in a thrilling
whisper. as Il dull, booming sound ech,
9ed in the distance. "You came for
he4p, you say? Jean Raptiste. what
snan viii take his life in his hands and
brave the Pass, with that noise in his
ears? No, no, 1t is too late--too late!
Alas for poor monsienr-it is too later
eWhat is TOO late?'' asked Herbert
entering. sWhat has happened. ma,
dam ~
@tAh, woe. misery, desolation, Mon.
E1eur Oliver cried the good dame,
wrlngjng her hands. 1This knaye. this
fool, this idiot here. who has been
fgtlife in ST Gothard for twenty wears
has turned coward. traitor, Judas. at
Masts TIE has betrayed tie master who
arTsted him: he has turned his back
rNu brave Monsieur Colonel Laponte,
adj left him TO perish in the snoW!''
eff ffte gentleman will listen to me. Z
fsEtfrI1nd Jean Rantiste his sWarfhy