Bridlington and Quay Gazette. — 1889-04-06 (Bridlington, Humberside, England)

RIDE 20 RHIVA CAPTAIN FRED. BURNABY, Royal Rom Guards.  See page 18:—.• Two psir. of boot. lined with fur were aka ; and for physic—with which it. as wel to be supplied when travelling in outwfithe-way places—some quinine and Cockle'. Pills, the latter • most invaluable medicine end one which Ohs.. used ou the natives of Genteel Africa with the nosiest pnwilble mime... Zr, feet, the marvellons edam. pro deem] upon the mind and body of.. Amb thick, who was tow pervious snail native medicine., when I adminietered to int  "All? about my vow ?—and the hospital?" she gasps. "That when he thought me an angel of mercy, I was an angel of death I " " Angel of Death ? " cries Anstruther, with a tender ring in his voice,—" in the hospital? No! no ! There you were a saint on earth. Not from your OWD lips would I believe that the dear one who nursed me so mercifully, so divinely, with such infinite pity, and womanly devotion, could be aught but an angel of light. In the hospital? That was where I learnt to love you!" and he gives his bride a glance that tells her even now his heart is al hers This look, instead of encouraging, frightens Marina, for it shows to her the greatness of the man's affection that to-night'. contain., may lose her. She cries wildly, ‘• You think me an angel. My Heaven! when you know, you'll think me a fiend ? I can't tell, I dare not tell all I Then you will never forgive ? " IS it so horrible as that ? " groans Edwin—and Barnes can see the strong man's fingers clench themealvee in agony. " You'll think it no ! You are English; I am a Corsican ! You've not grown up in a land where undying vengeance is its noblest passion; where the honoured custom of the vendetta is in the air you breathe. Think of that, and pardon roe ! I loved my brother, almost as I love you. I thought the duel unfair—Antonio murdered. A true daughter of Corsica, over my brother's body, I made the vow of the vendetta on his assassin I That vow took me to Egypt? That vow took me into the hospital where wounded English sailor, lay, that In their delirium I might discover my victim." At this declaration nuid shrinks from her, and Anatruther, who has gazed at her in amazed horror, breaks into a gbanly laugh, and cries, "This was the non's vow of charity for which I honoured the girl I loved. Don't cant infamy on the being I worshipped I Don't tell me that the woman I had taken to be the wife of my affection would have slain in cold blood a wounded man?" He seizes her, tarns her beautiful face towards him, looks wildly into her despairing eyes, ESTABLISHZD and then mutters, "By all Ihe semis? I wcn't believe you, if you do?" T. MILLER, "No No? I entered the hospital only to discover—not to kill; I couldn't hats done that " CHIMNEY SWFEP sareams Marina. "Ask the dying man whose last pangs I made easy ; ask thole I nursed to life, and AND see if I was not better than my vow I I sought any enemy; but I pitied, I tended, I soothed the rest— RGIBSOR AND RAZOR GRINDER, they toyed me I Never did fevered sufferer call for water and I one not I Never did man die of pestilence and I flee from him I You were one of them, my husband—you know I—How say you, were the bands &het hovered over your couch in Espyt the hands of hat* or the hands of love? " The hands of an angel? All moray, all charity?" answers Edwin, with tears in his eyes and in his woke. "As I bear you speak of deliberate murder I .r,, 403 I mad, or are you ? "Bat I had repented of that? For love of you I bad renounced my vow, until that devil," bursts forth Marina, pointing to the ourtain halal'? which is Dnnelia's body, "brought me here, back to the habits and traditions of my native land—to be the jeer and scoff of my neighbours Itseasues I forgave. To how my head in shims ea this, my bridal day, at taunts from childhood's Mends beenuse I did not also. Then to-night, when association bad tas win a Coulee's and a sang*, Dangle Valuapoicd to me that y ** ,u, my hubs tirie brother that I bored. They wi a  Umbrella and Parasol Maker,  57, Quay Road, Bridlington.  Look  forood •  Brass tinocker.