The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1907-07-18

told him the legend Casting a glance st
the sleeper, he crept out Of the room. he
was not aware of the removal Of the
painting, but his way to the western tur-
ret lay through the picture gallery. And
upon entering it, one of the first objects
his eyes fell upon was the portrait Of
Elonore de Scissors.
It was a sudden shock to see that pale,
dark face looking out from among tho
portraits Of his ancestors. To his excited
fancy, there was a look Of triumph In his
eyes that seemed to say, AT last
Most ominous to his fatalistic creed was
this circumstances. For two hundred
years." he thought, sit has lain amongst
dust and rubbish, and now IL IL brought
down and fixed here in the position that
during all that time was its right What
can it portend, but the speedy destruction
of the race upon whom she put her male
diction?"
He had no difficulty in guessing who's
hands had placed the picture there; no
one but his father would have dared to
thus brave Fate.
And now be fell to scrutinizing thoss
features Although they had been craven
upon his boyish memory in unfading lines,
he tried to clear his mind Of fancies, and
then to endeavor to discover how true
or how false was its supposed resemblance
to Mrs. Castleton. In expression, save
the last time he saw her, there was no
resemblance there was a stern meian-
choly upon the countenance OF the por-
trait, which found no counterpart upon
that of the living woman But It's con-
tour, its dark eyes and hair, were like
so like, that It called up the dear image
of his love with painful force
ooh. where art thou, my beloved?" he
exclaimed, passionately. why hast thou
fed from me? Come backbone back
Thou art my fate, my destiny, whether Tor
good or evil, and | am thine; and were
it the spirit of Eleonore de scissors her
self. returned to this world of woe TO
avenge her wrongs, my love would be the
SAM"
A long, low wall swept through the gal
lery as he spoke those words. 1t was only
the wind, but to his over-excited imagina-
ton it sounded like the cry of depart
ing spirit. He shuddered at the thought,
and walked softly back to his fathers
room. Sir Launce was still sleeping, and
the nurse, whose place he had supplied
for a short time, having returned, he was
relieved of his watch.
He felt oppressed and feverish, and
putting on his hat, went out into the
open air. The cool, fresh breeze was in
MIGRATING, and the damp. leafy smell
of the woods was grateful to him after
the close atmosphere of the sick chamber.
Scarcely needing what direction he
took. he walked on, deep in thought, until
he approached the coast. Right in front
of him stood John Trevethicks cottage.
The sight of this spot recalled to his
mind that he had not seen the old fisher
man for some years. He would look in
upon the old man; he would be sure 20
find him at home, as age prevented him
now from leaving his cottage.
It was now nearly dark; the last dim
twilight was fading fast out of the cold
gray sky. The door of the cottage stood
wide open, but there was no light within,
nor any sign or sound of human life. He
stood upon the threshold, and called
John Trevethick ~
There was no answer. But he heard
slight rustic, as of a woman's dress, and
the sound of breathing. Again he called
John Trevethick. are you theref'
A low, terrified female voice answered,
"Who is that?"
at is I, Arthur Penrhyddyn," he an
swered, quickly. Who are your
A faint cry was his answer. He sprans
into the hut, saw & moving body before
him, stretched out his arms, and the next
Had r.-as Lao riU1 n
on his breast, and a soft voice whisper
ing Arthur"
Even now he could not credit the evil |
dence of his senses, it was so marvellous, |
so beyond all belief Yet she lay upon I
his bosom, clinging around him, her
breath upon his cheek. All! he saw it /
ALI She had repented of her fight-she !
had followed him down to Cornwall. He /
bore her out into the open air, that by !
the dim light he might feast his eyes upon
her face. There was still sufficient light /
in the sky to distinguish the beloved fea-
lures. But how pale they looked in the
gray shadows; and oh, how like the pic
ture! But of that he thought nothing
now: but one sensation possessed his soul
the ecstatic, intoxicating sensation OF
reunited love.
Even now" he cried, fondly pressing
her to his heart, Il can scarcely believe
that it is you. l fear to loose you, lest
you should fly away from me like some
vision of the night. How came you here
was it to see me-"
Yes" she murmured. after a pause;
ito seek you. What else should bring
me to this remote country? Do not ques-
ton me: do not ask for explanations lest
[ should again fly from yeu."
A mist was rising from the sea. There
was damp in the atmosphere. and the
wind blew sharply, and moaned dismally.
ITO be continued