Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1907-04-12
MARK STILES SECRET
ContinNed from Puee

lirht9 Az would ever come to
how i,a ana ~ Fedore. my dearest and best
aow mas 1t Jared with you? An. the ho,ars
tbis 49,, spent walking up and down outside
Uob+ IN content II only could see the
blind !" 0 'ne Snaoo" on your
.r ne aoloed ner again and again in bis
1inps;ra ana the1r lips met in their first long
wo,, Julian an All. how little I thought this
s WOULD ever be-" she whispered in sweet ts
hatefn 10y fowar when ne you brought me those
e ene persecution | endured because of them.
Mo 'die wished me to be engaged to YOUR
fRrougb ha Ah fr. And shudder vent vent
loathe h bimM frame She little knows how
Though could never bring it home 0 70 b, So
IN a tnia guessed that he had deceived me-
tered a snis bit matter But although 1 have SUI
ishment can be too severe for biml ~
retr1bution too bitter
Husn, my darling -
And he laid a gentle hand unon ber so4.
lips. NpoD nei Solt
All, let us not begin our happiness in
tna5 way! Yes he has robbed me, he has
But, dearest, he has left me you@vou a 1e
your faithful heart. He could not touch
that. And if you are mine, my Fedore
why let him have the rest. His retribution
viii be sure But I will not hasten it. All,
my love, my love! To know you deem me
innocent To know that before the
whoie world now I can lift up my head
there is no joy that can compare with it.
you ~ "-'D
Mrs. Mo1yneux had returned from her
drive, and asking no questions, gathered
the hall 'o'o''
She noticed Mr.. Ferdinand Horleys coat
ana nat, 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 impas-
n hfnh
plored to share all her lover could offer.
My dearest child" she exclaimed, throw
ing open the door, you know that you
have my consent and fondest blessing"
The light was so dim, and the two so
close together, she was not aware of the
error she had made.
Ferdinand, my dear boy, I have always
looked upon you as a son.
But it is not Ferdinand, mother" said
quiet, sweet voice. "It is Julian, and /
am going to be his wife %
Mrs. Molyneux did not faint or lose her
presence of mind. She came forward and
took Fedore by the arm.
ster rare voice you mad o she asked in low
ley, the man who all but murdered his
cousin?"
'stay! Let me speak!"
Never had Mrs. Molyneux heard stern
tone from the lips of the courteous Ju-
liam Horley.
st said just now that 1 should seek no
vengeance for the act of my cousin, which
sent me, a homeless vagabond, to seek my
bread as best I could; and I keep to my
word. But justice I 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 a
few moments-half an hour at the most:
upon his appearance here"
He was so stern and eager, Mrs. Molly
neux was silent; but Fedore, as if to show
her consent, placed her hand in his, and
looked him in the face.
GO, Julian, don't lose moment! JUS
tice is all I ask, too We will leave VEN
eeance alone, it would not add to our hap
piness."
So the young man started off, full of
hope, though with sadness in his heart upon
his cousins account. He sped light of foot
piercingly cold, the ground under foot was
slushy and damp. He chose the short cut,
skirting the high road by the side of the
Wilton House plantation
There was gurgling brook to cross, by
rustic bridge, and the water, swollen by
the late heavy falls of snow, was rushing
and roaring, where in the summertime it
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 motion
less. STOPPING it with thrill of hor-
ror, his heart beating like e-hammer,
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 freelv-from it. are ~as no "act-
ing" now; this was grim business. Par
alyzed with horror, Julian raised the head,
placed his hand upon the heart.
Here was ''stage death. But ven
geance and retribution had Joined hands
over the dead body of Ferdinand Horley.
And at last he had met with-not ven
geance, but justice!
third birthday for Fedore. Once again
snow was everywhere, but not singing,
hIIt sniff w r.