The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-05-02

said one of the servants, respectfully; for,
spite of her travel-stained garments and
| faded looks, there was that in her man
ner which compelled respect.
"And why?" she asked haughtily. 1t
was on her tongue to declare herself to
the man, but some feeling checked the
| words.
Because it is his wedding day. You
must have come from a long way of not
to have heard of my masters wedding
with the great heiress of Tregarthen.2
She did not gasp, nor faint, nor cry
| out; it seemed to come upon her ike the
| confirmation of long, underlined dread.
For moment she did not answer, and
the man hurried away; but the newt IN
slant she tore a bracelet off her arm
one which her husband had given her
anon her wedding day-and stopping an
other hurrying servitor, imperiously bade
him to take 1t to his master and tell him
that the owner waited for him in the nall.
Her messenger quickly returned, with
an amazed look upon his face. de con-
Quoted her up the long winding staircase
of the western turret, into the very room
where another Arthur Penrhyddyn was
now listening to her story.
Thither soon afterwards came her hus-
band. There was a stormy scene. lie
boldly avowed his right to marry, on the
grounds that his marriage with Eleonore
de scissors, having been celebrated In a
foreign country by Catholic priest,
could not be held as legal contract in
England.
The wronged woman could hate as pas
sionately as she could love, and this cruel
blow stung her to madness; falling upon
her knees, she sent up to heaven, out of
the agony of her breaking heart, an awful
curse upon him and his race forever
then springing to her feet, ran wildly
down the stairs, and so out of the castle.
But the strangest part of the story is
vet to be told. About week after these
events, ship conveying passengers to
a port in Brittany was wrecked upon the
coast opposite the castle. AS soon as the
tidings were brought to him, the master
of Penrhyddyn, with body of his do
mestics, went down to the shore, as was
his custom at such time, to afford what
succor lay in his power to the poor I'M
fortunates who could be saved.
While he stood upon the rocks giving
directions to the men, the body of wom
an was borne upon a wave, and cast at
his feet. The torch he held in his hand
glowed redly upon the pallid, upturned
face, and showed him the features of
Eleonore de scissors.
BY his orders they carried her to
fisherman's hut close by. Hot blankets
and friction called back the feeting
breath. She opened her eyes and beheld
her husband bending over her. She rec
ognized him. and an evil fire lighted up
for moment the dulled eyes. He re-
ouested to be left alone with her, and
then he fell down upon his knees beside
the bed and prayed to her for forgive
ness of the wrongs he had inflicted.
"I have no right to pardon J" she cried,
in her hollow, dying accents. Mine Is
but a portion of the wrong. What right
have l to pardon the destruction of my
two children? Mark me, Arthur Penn
hyddyn ~ and she rose up upon her arm,
and her black sunken eyes blazed like
Goals of fire out of her pallid cheeks, my
curse will cling to you and yours for
ever, until 1t crumbles your race into the