The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1901-03-09
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CHAPTER xxx-(Continued.)

''Thou in the sunlight, f. En~ 4
And / in the shade; &@. Z
But, ali! by the sunlight
The shadow is made.
Thine be the gladness, Il
And mine be the gloom,
For Love, though thy triumph,
Is only my doom! r~5f
In silence and shadow, 4
Through veal and through ILL.,
My fate is to love H.
And to follow thee still.
Unseen and unknown
Will I cling to thy heart,
For letters have bound me
That death cannot part"
Lake one spellbound, Herbert list
1eued. and then, letting the portfolio he
heid fall from his grasp, he turned
swiftly down the corridor whom
which the song-notes seemed to come.
1t led to a sort Of conservatory,
which had, few months ago, been
one CT the madam's pet follies, but
whose novelty had at present faded
away before some still more charming
caprice
1t was q mammoth auuarium-the
Gtone walls overgrown with seamoss-
.es and trailing water plants; the light,
coming family through shades of sea-
green glass; the central fountain send
Tag UP its pearly spray from a minia-
&lre lake, on whose bosom the Victo-
ssaa Regia spread it's mighty leaves,
and Egyptian lilies foated in spotless
beauty.
The entrance to this enchanted
nook was low and rugged, like the
opening of an ocean cave. Huge sea-
shells surrounded the tiny lake, and
Che u1oss-groWn rocks dipped into the
crystal waves.
Seated on one of these rocks was a
form that seemed the fitting guardian
OF the fairy scene.
Her filmy white robes were Topped
with clusters of white lilies over an
uEdersl1irt of pale sea-green; her float
fng hair a cloud of golden light, was
wreathed with sea-grasses and waxen
water plants, while the jewels encir-
cling her snowy throat and arms gilt
tered like the spray Of the ocean as it
breaks in mid-air
She was masked, but the form, the
hair, the voice, made Herbert's heart
board within him, and, springing for
ward, he Whispcred: -
<'Sybil, sybil! my lost darling! Have
L found you at last?"
She started. trembled and recoiled
from him; then, as if conquering a
gRomentary terror, spoke. in low,
constrained voice:
<@You are bold, sir knight--over bold.
& am no Sybil, but Lurline, the water
ssfEea. They who brave an entrance
TO my ocean kingdom, do it at their
,eesty''
elias the cost not been great enough
already? he murmured, despairingly.
s'SybiI, Sybil! torture me no longer by
'Ghese masks and mysteries! Call your
self what you will-spirit, mortal, an
emily be to me, the woman love, with
O. love that has changed my life,
blasted my future, broken my hearth
'sNo, nor she whispered, in tremu-
aous accents; mot that-not that! The
heart never breaks-never breaks. 1t
gan suffer all things, even the death
gang Itself, and still beat on. Oh,
there are those who carry hearts that
even in such scenes as these culver
with death throes, and yet cannot
die
do you, too, suffer?' he asked,
Hnoved by the passionate sorrow of her
'tone. oh, my love-my lost love
what need is there of this pain, this
sorrow, this mystery? Why do you
thus madden me by brief CLEANS Of
nope, that only serve to darken more
s=rueIiy the night of despair? am like
one tossing on a sea Of doubt. All
things have failed me-faith hope,
courage, reason, energy-all but love.
K4ove, that ignis fatuus that leads me
Oh deeper and deeper into the darkness
love that cannot turn fronl-that I
Gaust still pursue!'
CTS it indeed 500" was the low, quiy-
eriug answer. "Alas, alas! Must your
darkened life, too, atone? I-I-oh,
9 would have spared you this-Herbert,
Herbert! would have spared you
this! thought, I hoped, that mine
clone would be the sorrow, the DOOM
''Sybil! Now it is indeed Sybil
who speaks!'' was his rapturous re-
9oEnaer. ooh, Sybil, my beloved one,
only trust me with your sorrow! Tear
from your life the mystery that en-
sarouds it! Let the eye Of love read
'&aI! In death or in life, you are
*'Manet" said a fierce voice at his
side, and tall form, shrouded in the
lowing garments of a monk, doomed
up behind the shrinking Lurline
again, again? Girl, girl, have 1 not
warned you that-that-'' %@..... g..
He stopped, as if checked with rage
$50, go!' she pleaded, turning to
Eerbert-"go, for Gods sake, and leave
usTS H..
~Neyer, never! till know the mys-
Asry OF your fate!" was the determined
answer. "Never, until know who it
fs that dares to stand between me and
che woman lover
,@Do you ask whoY cried the monk,
tearing the mask from his face, and
disclosing the features of the one man
s0R earth whom he remembered as an
@nemy-the al tagonist whom he had
GlcouEa tered three years before at Sun.
get FfiIl. Traitor and robber that you
are, would you steal from me the only
treasure I have left? Begone, or |
. WITH @orget myself ard be again a mad
nnaEi. Begone! | tell you she is mine!"
SybiL!" exclaimed Herbert, turning
t,ls white face toward her, as il he
hard neither the insults ror the men
es of the 9th .'-Aspeak to me, Sybil.
4 e s!esSesse between ls--for, by heaven, no
Tf'an shall force me again from your