Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1903-10-31 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

OCTOARR 31, 1903.  their tale. Yet, trying to hope after Le ki,ew all hope was gan,?:, before he reached Alan the eager question had burst from his lips.  " You have found her! Tell me, j hs alive—or dead?.  Reaching Alan, who dal stood silent, he laid both hands upon his shoulder, and, with more strength than his twiekd frame ,seemed capable of, whirled Man round se that the moonlight fell full upon his face. "Where have you left her?" be asked, his hands falling to his side as he read hie a.as Wet%  "I will take you to her," cried Alen, al Dniald sot off running in the direction of the fall.  Whether he heard or not, Donald did not slacken his paoe, and, quicidy as Alan followed, he had reached the spot before him. When Alan joined him, Mary's head lay resting on his awm, while he rained kisses on her pallid brow.  Alan spoke bo him, but he paid no heed, till, suddenly spr:nging to his feet, he shook his clenched fist on high, but no words escaped his lips. His madness vanished u quickly as it come. "You will help me to carry her homer he said in a cold, passionless voioe. Feeling wards useless to oamfort Alan held his peace. He would have been almost glad to hear Donald bleak forth into curious investives against the man who had wrought him such a wrong, but no further sign escaped him, save that siluat invocation of the wrath of Heaven.  Raising the lifeless body in their arms, they slow:y bore her borne; ere they teach,-11 it the early day was breaking. The wind had fallen, but the rain, which had bcen gathering all night, began to potrr. Their task ended, he frail figurn laid out upon the bed, Dunnet held out his hand to Alan. "I would be alocrie," he said, as Alan offered to remain with him, and there was that in his voice whith An deemed it kinder to obey. Pausing as he readied the door, he looked back for an instant. Donald had seated himself beside the body, and taken her hand in his, but, sad though the posture was, it was murder, hate, not grief, with which his eyes were burning Alan, seeing it, could not repress a shudder. °ailing on his way home at the house at a woman who played the part of friendly helper in times of sickness and death, he despatched her to the ootbage, then, goin€ on, he reached at last the little wooden gate which opened on the pathway loading to his ham  Janet was at the door, with such a look of anxiety upon her haggard face that his hear% tled for her. Her cyea were fixed upon the opposite direction, and ahe did not see him till he called to her.  "What are you doing up, Janet?" 1. cried, fuming his tongue to spea chidingly. She burst into a fit of tears. "I was afraid. I wondered where yos were gone." "You need not be afraid for me," 114, answered, almost harshly, se he tried to Te. press a feeling of joy at the tbonght that she oared for his safety. He did not Fee the look of pain on her face as she turned away from him, but his heart hungered to a-4c her a question, and he grasped her by the arm.  " Janet," he said, and he P 13103 was broken, "forgive' my asking you, but, 101% ing Ralph, did you ever plieht ryzn• trcah with him across the Runuing Water?" She had not expected such a question, hot she answered it without a moment's hesitation.  "No ; had I dose so, not oven for your sake would I hare forsworn that row. Why, Why, Alan," she added, forcing a =ilea " you know that we in Atielstfsncriiive regard it as a rna.rriege ; that to break the vow then %nada brings death, or worse than death."  With the tragedy he had just taken part in still fresh before him little wonder if his heart axxpiesced in her words. They had taken a great weight from his mind, and she felt happier that he should have asked her such a question. She had thought his love for her had turned to hate, hut the question told her that she had been wrong. She did not ask him what he meant, and, fearing to pain hor, Alan said nothing a what had occurred.