Middletown transcript., 1903-05-16

Inc man VINO spoke 10 yos
there in the chuch- h-door.
His name is Carraby-
She confronted him like
| ghost, her bridal-garments trail
ing around her, dire look OF
her tragic face.
Why did he call you Golfer
she demanded.
| He was pulling the gloves
slowly from his delicate hands
The light Of the elegant room
shone full ON his handsomefgure
and on the pale mast-like face
which grew paler and paler un
der her stony gaze.
He knew me by that name, b.
answered, at period OF my llf'
so bad, so wild, that the PROUD
old stock from which I came dis
owned me for a time. It was
then that I assumed it.
Where-when you called Col
ter? she urged.
Six years ago, in the far west
Agnes.
A sharp cry escaped her lips
She clasped her hands upon hel
heart a moment, then let then
fall powerless by her side.
Six years ago, in the far west
repeated Agnes Brandt, in 6
camp en- the North Ford, where
you killed a miner named March,
the father to whom I owe my be
ing and now you stand before me
here, my husband and his mur.
derer!
He did not stir; he did not
speak.
Eric! she cried, in dire an.
guish, holding out to him her
wild white arms. No, No! it
cannot be! Tell me I am mad
dreaming! Tell me it is not so!
Oh, for the love of heaven, tell
me that you are not that man!
She was down at his feet,
twining around him her white
arms, uplifting to him her face,
stricken, overwhelmed, the or
ange flowers crushed in the loose
rich hair which poured over her
shoulder and bosom.
Eric! Eric! Eric!
He did not so much as touch
her, but dragged his face aside,
that he might not see her as she
knelt.
It is true, he answered, in the
mechanical way in which he had
before spoken; | am that man.
With shrek which might
have rent the roof, she leaped to
her feet. Over her face swent a.
fierce change. She confronted
him like pantheress.
Did you know me when I came
to you that night?-did you know
that I was his child?
I knew it, said Doctor Brandt,
as if the words were torn from
him, and still keeping his eyes
cast down, from portrait which
he carried always, and which l
often saw, and from the talks
the many talks which he had
with me regarding you.
And it was you who sent me
the money by which I have lived
since that time?
It was /.
With the same hand that killed
him you have fed me year after
year. Why did you bring me to
this? How dared you ask me
to love you? How dared you
marry me? 0 great God! why
was no one sent to warn me that |
this was the man whom I have |
cursed for years-whom, sleep
ing and waking, | have prayed |
heaven to avenge me upon?
Could you not meet me on
equal ground? Could not the
murder Of the father content
you? Must you also destroy the
,hild? It was worthy of you,
,ruly! Was it for this you kept
ne from the death I sought that
1ight in the river? Death! oil
God! what is death compared
with such agony as this!
Words cannot tell the horror,
;he wrath, the anguish that
mingled in her voice. And still
le did not speak. only stood like
me who could neither palliate
lor deny anything, his head
oent forward, his deadly white
ace expressionless as stone.
Years after, by night and by day, |
The could see him standing thus,
With the light falling ON his
lumb, motionless figure and pale
golden hair.
Why do you not speak? she
,ried, wildly.
In voice changed beyond re.