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Entered aevordina to Act of Congress, in the year IS, by NORMAN L, MUNRO, in the oftee of the Etbrartan of Congress, at Washington, D.C. [Entered at the Post Oftce, New York, as Second Class Matter.)
Vol. VIII. J MOAN E MONRO, 1 NEW YORK, APRIL 11, 1881. , {PEwawes soe f No, 392
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“OTIS FALSE!" SHE GASPED, WILDLY, “THIS CHILD IS-IS-ALBERT'S! AND LIKE A BROKEN STATUE SHE FELL BACK UPON THE COUCH.
‘he path and into the house, closing the door with | think and realize his great good fortune; xt all} “Your menting with Jane Dor ! Wh
i ‘sttart smack behind her, ihe sina he kept saying to himself, over aud over | bas she been 6 Seman “ve
Wilson Roberts turned, and Ieaning upon the | agaii “Ob, you have been playing the spy, have your”
gate looked down the narrow lane, now growing | "If she's not married, where is she—where is! “Noho! But l have avight to keow
Gray and indistinct in the twilight. tread shee” V1 ’
he sun had set, and the air was already chilly ven with th e7 bur his iy Ne itter, now, Te wher
with hints of an approaching frost. Roberts Talted ost wien he reached the "beatin | been with her? Si we Best, ise ponte
A light breeze sighed and whispered mournfully | 4nd the breath froze in his bosom, “ Insolence eriey ed Blackburn: ough we hav mre
D ‘k wreath around | It was “guite dark, y the oy still preserved | been friends, unless you stand out "ot the way, £
THE Je | the cottage, dy’ dark where under the teat wage efwig oe to the early | Will strike you down?
‘ras alrendy dark, save where be | atin lay “Stay your hand, Albert Blackburn, or you will
bong ughs same ine grove the olive light | "Te inst this pale screen of light that| regret RP Before Henven “enwear ni iiavert the
gtinted hrough, Tefected from the tranqnil bosom Robert ‘ it Sivcernet two figures, both of righ to know what Jane Dormai
. . ne boundie which he only knew too w Blackburn =
By Milton Nobles, ‘Tho evening was sad and lonesome; quite in| Th hose ot a a ‘and woman standin; The fatal wont rang ou on the might with th
: wine te feelings of the wretched lover |eloso to cach other, perhaps with thelr wre clearness of a clat °
— of Jane Dorman. around each other, aid apparently looking out to was one monient of awful suspense, the
he said, half aloud, and then as if | sea. ° * 5 camen beatt a wheat, followed pene ‘ bene
(ALL RIGHTS \ RESERY) salad Voy) rit outs oleae ee fe eee OES ick as thought Roberts dropped on his hands| full amonast the dry grass x
“ i don’t believe it, and will not till 1 have proof, and U knees, and crept with the rapidity of a cat| The path was clear, a Alpert Blackburn has-
Bist floes isamet "Oh Go we es the aE flo tov g af e toe of sand that intervened between fone on his way to New Yor!
forgo " os nie nd he sures. Inte that night the young man entered
PROLOGUE, gts HNGaR foie fie Kier woe wn St he oh ae Se ea bre | Mee ep et ana ire
SLIGHTED, sees aoe ran yisdaneD Dorian’ overt Hera ‘man ‘of the world, we to iniro in, little] | It hem!” he thought, ahritl that | & fe of the stairs, and looked down nso the
«ateair, Hosen” | tie tereng Inntde velaxed their hold, and the | country Jane, though she is an angel to made bim putty, | a No lighted hel hispere
qT ‘a man’s voice; but it was not acry of | young insu sngered back from the gate, pressing | Then he paused, pressed his hands ‘upon ie eyes} ‘Dear Albert,” said a girl's which was In the twinkling of taupe “Tine Indy was beside
surprise er rage, ‘but a wail, amoan of distress and | his hand brow as if paraly'se: fora mound andrew then aay ain in haste, fend thet yon ‘hat of ir Dare Weand thee | BSE soa.
aan | bert—Albert! Ol, 110—no--no—no!” es, Twill go” he said, raising his clenched | hard that you must leave ine to-night, and that “an you bear bad news, my boy!” she faltered,
mt er scarcely realizing what be gald, ** one it et hava, cher is some chance in that. He | "ust return to the old plac “Sen Tmothers ig father worse .
murmured will not I “How can I help it, Barts returned therich,| “Yes: we think it is his will which keeps
Why not” Wilson Roberts crossed the lane, | melodious voice of Albert Blackburn; “the sepa’ alive now, he will not die until he sees, you.
Bechuto Albert Blackbur, shough bejs a sty placed’ heli "skate feuve, and ration ia more of a ‘atrial, to mio tha ay Buel Ae you for the: days’ abve
cha eng reent Blackburn, though Weis « ot ig \d bey have left my father upon his dea’ nast| ol, Albert
sehbovnaes and ebims™ jie, almost.upon the run, he dashed off in the | return at once, and tell him of you, and ‘beg bin “ { There—there, hush, mothert I will explain it
ceed ht shall I Well, what's that got todo with bis getting | Ureetion of thé wat. erste mine dark roofs rose |to give us his blessing before he
‘and the than ‘pat fell Gown upon the clasped iegenned lin into, ‘eco against the clear sky, an ights glimmered | "But w earfully. Five minutes Inter mether and son entered the
nan nes pou the posts ofa little garden arTied?” exclaimed Ales Winslow, nervously hese and ‘and there in loWer window anh mr itt Huntin morrow | chanber of death,
ne days of his life?” nd on ke went until he gained the main | and take you back with me to New ” Through the oppressive silence the bi
Bete woman, who stood within the garden and | *iglojall the wi ee you a street of the village, and regardieas of the kindly. “Oh al and heavy breathing of thes came the hard 4
ieee “queries, sired at ane before) &sXoE T never beo mnths, Bnd f'don't betiove ceieee ne, Freetet! Lim wt Taet ene aoe Wit Vie ee BMear ts inet "Take me back to ine sant th ota the oung man end
or and was el . 1 vo that ear t0 mel back to pointed toward
‘The ‘was the exterior of a neat cottage on sol fey to Albert Black- | "eat garden that perfumed the evening air with ge! » L trust you! ‘obeyed, eeling, took th
the outst ire ot ie eee Sings Ch #89) uri Roberts; then looking up sharp. | he fra te Reopening seine viotence of | this conversation: amore the tance of that voice * ene
wv south 8] id : hy, iow, Jai or " he rote ceme el
ee on tne ae seven o'clock of an evening in the bye said, eT Winslow, ganey Spy bis run, and ee io! could regain bis breath the | that was so ear to hima bad ceased to vibrate in DF recited treet Hike electricity
x her 5 xd that w : s sou em of a niuslin dress
eee pense same ere Mr Ann Winslow, | worse Ti ‘ont ww anid don't care what J 2) dak re clamp of shrubiety ete and the two figures Were wo longer defhted| wig quast2 murmured roi ice that was husky
the Wom aula of the aforessi Wottager and was tovouoranyboly else. Ivs enough forme |S Hine anyeting heppenett iaqaired a deep: oats Sh yes borky
son Roberts, a fine specimen of manliness | to enon that shea ‘orphan, ani di that lve reared | toned lee, witt y just a shade of alarm in it, eaorang his fects the lovers were gone. entleman who li
ee the ace of twenty five years, and son of a well: 1 up at my own expense, aidwhyt J st at beeause ry” gasped rts: toto koja wild beast searching iw the dariness of oti eumcsurel aga 0 had been sitting
dy Cree her not ler was a go sort of ‘womat its prey, bert ts y “ d 7]
* “tie pase Hine succeeded the Inst words, : ie Way, and there was nobody else to take the child mn, is tyou!” exclaimed the village nin dhe beat and soon Get the ‘oil a 2 talered tho suf ‘Then,
fell pin the alr asf wrong from the hear iol he] wee new ta be freshly pr | turning weakly toward neon creegete Te
it came ver} L know it,” murmured the young man. et Teannot t stop now, | came toask [hit rival aud his Indy love. pea dies
moan like drope of ite eH, $00 va yout yow varie o yesterday v ‘es, he could discern tho shimmer of a light| John Baxter's i aay fist ton should aati
Sho ccuahe np one corner ef ber fresh, white in tere, was a pau videwtly “tine of surprise, | dress ‘before him, and the sound of low yoives| Baxter, d * °
apron, sa Fe sund ented and rolled Sep | ea ; | goodman? SEs to tn th entee Sie breuaht agony toe sul he bled and opp “Nie Biseeura Started gs if electrified
Into all sort of inconceivable eran er ly. from | “Yes,” be ¢ returned, “I married a couple yester- | down amongst the high grass, and ti waved, her and ahetie faleere
under" her bushy” brows, Estee 4 Winslow was 4 ° xToer Bindu srs he Says ae What re was her name—her maiden name?” oft tle ton be nie throbs Go the itary cue dis ‘ate nol F cannot do thatf” we ‘eed, in
guilty of a wrong, and she kne head ow're of age, and let first come} ‘The bride’st” dt ea Sternit ty beforea heavy step sound- Agr i
worerently the young man tino tn! hia bend | ceecrged ee ~ “yeu : <sym rte ay ay and ae wy stepscund-| | * Agree to it and sign that will or you are cut
ty Vi berts is hands au no} “Why, you know, of cou it to dart
tyes flaming and his gure erect as an ‘avenging | Wilson Roberts clasped his hands and made n son Hobos et ae te ta ot ‘es ion Roig with a simy trail over) "Pathan
he y y about the matter,” tive parson for his ation, now must he act. Quick Bede nile Bean see bert
me om did Jane Dorman marry?” he asked, cont slow; “if you've cpotanythig aN \ ras it?” he ga ped thous ugh ee Minted io his oct ‘and cast “Limselt Blackburn se ne ane enon rig bath a itis a ex.
h suppressed force Shaye faltered the woman;|tosny 10 rate ron of my bush “ “he a le Ae Bull Nguknow sho was" ita the path." tonded and dashed down his name upon the agres. |
¢ And ‘Ann w ww te to go “Did y narry no one else: “Wn pt” he cried. ment, and Mr, Edwards witn the signature.
why, don’t you kno ould 12” “Stop one minute, Mrs. Winslow! “ Thi do iv Ubs there setarmed a Voice. “Good ! murmured the father, and fell back.
ata see spatrelgo blind ag all that comes |erts, starting forward “before you £0, tell m hank, God wore Yate I, Albert! “ Nother! cred fan, as if'going
7 t for af” where Jane fe word: ly out of his Vilsonr m nee T doko What trick ix this
to, you'd bet canon Fours Koberatenet| "Eat Know anything at all about it, So, fi ilson Roberts was off dovsn the lane that “Yes Oh, tell mo; what does this mean | Fa
‘ don't 2 the open bea “What does what mean?” inquired Albert | He darted toward the ded, but ted
over te gate an caug ¢ the woman by the arms | gong ht ocgs the good woman flounced up| He felt that he must have air and solitude to| Blackburn, coils, a atrange sound. It was the deatinraitiet sO”
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