The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1907-04-19
MARK STILES. SECRET.
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nand at Southam and myself az the emo
no one by going as the gardener to Wilton
House. How could l ever tell this awful.
shameful treachery would ever come to
light? And Fedore. my dearest and best,
how has 1t Jared with you? All. the hours
/ have spent walking up and down outside
| this house, content II only ! could see the
light in your room and the shadow on your
biind!"
He folded her again and again in his
arms. and their lips met in their first long.
| lingering kiss.
"Julian All. how little I thought this
shy joy. when you brought me those
hateful flowers OF yesterday. you little know
the persecution / endured because of them.
Mother wished me to be engaged to your
tSrouEh her A frame. "she little knows how
| loathe him--how l have always done so.
Though could never bring 1t home to him,
I always guessed that he had deceived me
| in this matter. But although l have SUI
fered bitterly, what about you? No pun
ishment can be too severe for him-no
retribution too bitter
Hush, my darling!"
And he laid a gentle hand upon her sott
"Ah, let US not begin our happiness In
| that way! Yes, he has robbed me, he has
tricked me. cruelty used and served me;
But, dearest, he has left me you-you and
your faithful heart. He could not touch
that. And II you are mine, my Eedore.
why, let him have the rest. HIS retripution
my love, my love! To know YOU deem me
| innocent To know that before the
whole world now ! can lift up my head
an honest innocent com man with wny
except it is the joy of sharing 1t all with
YOU"
her rich furs about her and sailed across
| the hall.
She noticed Mr. Ferdinand Horley's coat
and hat, she heard voices in the drawing.
ROOM and she FASTENED to assure herself
that her fondest wishes had been realized.
| A few words she caught OF the tmpas-
stoned speech In which Fedore was i'm
pcsd to share al sbs
| ing open the door, you know that you
have my consent and fondest blessing"
The light was so dim, and the two so
error she had made.
Ferdinand, my dear boy, l have always
looked upon you as son.
But it is not Ferdinand. mother mother ss'd
am going to be his wife J"
Mrs Molyneux did not faint or lose her
presence Of mind She came forward and
"Are you mad?'- she asked, in a low,
stern voice. "You would marry Julian Hor-
ley. the man who all but murdered his
cousin?"
Never had Mrs. Molyneux heard so stern
a tone from the lips OF the courteous Ju-
liam Horley.
vengeance for the act Of my cousin. which
sent me, a homeless vagabond. to seek my
bread as best l could; and keep to my
word. But justice will have! And that
justice demands that he shall stand face to
face with me, and in your presence and
that OF Fedore also, shall confess the trick
cry shamelessly practiced. Give me but
will go straight to southam and insist
upon his appearance here"
| He was so stern and eager, Mrs. Molly
neux was silent but Fedore, as II to show
her consent, placed her hand In his, and
looked him In the face.
60, Julian, don't lose moment! JUS
| tice is all / ask, too We VIII leave ven
seance alone, 1t would not add to our hap
pness."
So the young man started of. full Of
hope, though with sadness In his heart upon
his cousins account. He sped light of foot
over the halt frozen ground, The WIND ,e was
slushy and damp. He chose the short cut,
skirting the high road by the side OF the
Wilton House plantation
There was a gurgling brook to cross, by
a rustic bridge, and the water. swollen by
the late heavy falls Of snow, was rushing
| and roaring, where in the summertime II
| whispered and rippled. Julian Horley was
in frantic haste, and he took the bridge al
most at a stride; then was about TO jump
the damp morass leading to the other side
when something dark doomed in his path
something stretched out prone and notion
less. STOPPING over II with thrill OF hor-
| ror, his heart beating like sledge-hammeri
he saw the white face OF Ferdinand Hor-
ley. CHASTITY he laid there, the scar upon
his temple had re-opened, and blood was
pouring freely from It, There was no act
ing now: this was grim business. Par
alyzed with horror, Julian raised the head
placed his hand upon the heart
Here was no stage death" But ven
geance and retribuuon had joined hands
over the dead body OF Ferdinand Horley
And at last he had met vith-not ven
geance, but justice
A third birthday for Fedore. Once again
snow was everywhere. but not a singing
cruel, pitiless snow, but a soft, warm car
pet for the green graves In the Dedhan
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