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Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 3881, by NORMAN L. MUNRO, tm the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. (Entered at the Post Opice, New York, as Second Class Matter.)
OLIVETTE, ” or, Lovein The Catskills, Commences in This Number.
ORMAX L, MUNRO,
nd 18 Van
Vol. VUI. 4,
NEW YORK
, JUNE 18, 1881.
$3.00 Pen axnrw aw Apvaxce,
SU a rom mix wowrnn
Once Again,
How strange it seems to stand where we were, rl
tern
And was it here where Nell and I so
Sat sketching, while her cousin read aloud,
And Allan climbed with Jack yon brambly hill,
And, like a goddess on a purple cloud,
Fair May roved ail amongst the hyacinths,
And brought us fragrantclusters Allan wound
wreath to crown ber sunny heat
Whilelhe and Jack lay idly om the ground?
And, as we rose to go, there Nell an
Stuod lingeringly, enraptured with the view,
and Natio cried, “Ob; I could gaze and gaze
1 "Darling, so could lat you!”
It
Home through the fields, and the great silver
moon
Stood like the prophet of a fairer morn
Over the waters. Now ‘e I stan
Hise on the » Saari Place, on just ass
by just such breezes fann
mie b Deauteous face of Nature bath ot reangt
Another wrinkle; but on mine,
How many, Anda shade is on ‘he mn
Or on my heart, which never more shall pass.
My Nelli ‘Well, she is no longer mine
T dare not trust myself o
Poor Alian died of fever, Jack w ed—
Our ean old Jack—what merry lads they
Walter left "England for some distant ctime,
a
whe Future, who would dare
‘To laugh through arr momenta ‘Werunt pay
lespair,
i the
With just the slfcame feelings: Vand for me
Grief aims | the smiling skies and pales the
flows
And fits ‘its own lamentings to
‘The long years stretch before me ban and wide
ay moor in Autumn, when the night
Falls slowly. Evermore but empty sounds
‘To me are love and pleasure and delig!
Over the grave wurdered love my
Site csld and will not weep. But T ill ‘say
No ole to lament. Icannot stand
lere wher ce the munahine baa al pasted aw ays!
I cannes stan a fields, the flow'rs,
aco Nature just the same,
And Iso altered—cannot bear to hear
The sind whieh Tocks, as though she calted
“ sie transit ‘gloria ms undi.” Calm an
wr the waves ascends the silver m
180 presence soothes the sea, but never more
wine prophet of a fairer morn to come!
ite slow
—_~e-
OLLV BT;
. on,
LOVE IN THE CATSKILLS.
A ROMANCE OF THE CATSKILL MOUNTAINS. |i
PROLOGUE.
EAD.
tuous night—night with the
pines and the rain
ed tor
‘The wat
dusky, dirt pers the trees bend
rete Nir. yellow branches as the storm
howls on, ape sad
or ore iough. the migrescent gloom, down
Into the valley below.
aay be a pleasant
that weary, d
rer vars, while the ¥ ‘world’ ‘around grew up and! forgot)
Far down in the valley’s heart, where a blas sted | |
es its almost leafless boughs, a lonely
structure, built of. logs and mud
and gerne rand nestling away beneath tha rocks
Vand iuman sound
‘o-nighit, w! wile fe torn as wildly and
ing ‘one solitary
By Geraldine Fleming.
° vy gat her white, be:
ance —| Years aul yet those veure have beet
| 80 much ‘angutsh and soring th
y dred years—not en oe ith
ees ae though it sveks to shrink from human leaves
TERRIFIED, MRS COURTNEY STOOD ON THE MOUNTAIN SIDE, WHILE AT HER FEET LAY BELLE CORDON,
ray of light—a fair star ina black sky”—gl
mers feebly from the sole window of this cabin,
and pencils a thread of gold up the wet, slipper;
Ps
rocks, all green with moss and lichens wd flecked |
with Seuow drifts of dead ao fatten leave
not look for signs o:
the haunted valley of tho Gatautls, yond the “Tight
OU.
surprises
Itis the only thing thet tells you there fsa cabin
there, for the trees and storm hide it fro
sight} but stranger’ still {htne'picture‘the next
Hite, quivering Bash of Ie chewing revenls—the
rue, more dream than of a reality you
vit, for thereon 85
cabin door, with her golden hair fluttering in the
iful face pinched and drawn
as with pain, and the storm beating wildly around
n stands—a fair-faced, slender child-
has numbered
Tooking bn
to-night, it seems t at she. ‘ta lived hon
of
A ret Phe crags and up
the crest: 01 the it tine iro hecra upon the
0 stands, and toward. this
Kor teol-blue eyes are turned
She is plainly clad, in a tight-fitting gown of
some dark material, with a white Kerehiet folded
over her shoulders a and a hat w with fark autumn
thed around on her golden
urls
"She does not mind the storm as it pelts around
hher—she seons dead to all things; and the crash-
a of the tempest fills her with no feeling of
1
Bor some moments she stands there looking up
the winding, slippery road, thena low, jovful¢
‘and by the 1 fst of the Tigheni
seen f
footing bia rt
n from the Fock aid stagge
to him, ite manuer in Which she moves. tells
is il
“10 is you, Tuens!” she says, in a weak, flutter.
ing voied, and the mpn uilors'® cry of torror
and surprise, .
“Good
Heavens, Stella: says.
out An thir tempestuous: might?
torm. Do you wailt to kill yourself?”
She Taughs—a itt, hollow, gurgling laugh
without one jo in I,
ill myselt?” she repents, “ Have I not lived
mny timer am Lnot already dying! What differ:
ence will an hour more or less you
on the day ‘when our baby eame into the world: 1
should live but little longer. That little is
it 11
Lit here—here in my heart, I shal
days.”
face grow: e catches her in
's white:
bears her into the abin.
ished. blazes on the rude
ly
Jrearth in. the corner
golde haired child sleepea ciiid but few Saye
ok
He sets the woman dow
Arg mud tosses aside his soaked
rreak my heart too?” he says,
% you bring
x ina, chair, before the
Speak, speak! if yo
your Reart! ‘Teli m
hime”
have one spark of pit
fe, my husband, have you seen
* ho answers her, sinking down into a
seat ere
i
“Yee
bin from train
woking ‘deeply into the fire, and the
‘upon his face with’ a cruel,
a he Mountain House yet
of a month ago Srovented
womens aye a
steely fas
hho asks, looking up.
conan hing! Behe a vers excitedly,
Well, ve twite has ne i @ child—a so
She starts to ler feet with a sudden ery, a
two red spots blaze on her chee!
‘ou 1 Tee vou belie
sick a and in bed 1 find you out here in this fright-| tense
ont” she says, with «
Gon han allowed that Tnarringo 03 18 Diessed by
a childt Mereigia Powers! you do not, cannot
mean to tell me that Henry Hatherly hasa son!”
ays. “Be calm, Stella!
im like a tigress.
hoarsely, and her eyes fiash.
+ gasping hiss,
“De ‘you think I" eam remember ‘my mother's
xrongs and sill bo cal bat ‘Did we not both s
over lier de to avenge them? Oh, my
poor mother, that ‘outh, shall be kept —be sure it
shail! Even though Henry Hatherly: Spocld | be
ifty times my. tater, would hi
re |'single pang. vor Your pure heart, Ted you
ve you would be his wife, and then basel:
leerted Fou ith your child, To that child bas
eathed a heritage of revenge—rest easy,
mother aan him back, | “Tis twenty, years
eed your eas a Tegitiinate
i
Scott's face ows white,
“Selle what do you mean! he says, his voice
faltering ‘as ‘ou talk wildly, my
wife, What would
1 Hare vengeance on the 8 son fer the wren,
e father. He has a child—so have I. Our Oli
shenine there, is his fronebild in the aight of
God, if not inthe sight of ms te her to
iy inother's memory, and a'whon Tam dead and
gone, she shall strike the blow at Henry Hather-
y's Heart, It is a black, tempestuous night for
the heir « of the honse of Hatherly to be_born—T
am the the mountains; I would draw its
h
eid anit 1
* through that.”
shaw! from U
cavens! What ‘rout
said, apringtng to his feet as
wn WA the’ door.
Seek Henry Hatherly and tell him the future
of bin son(* she sal paling ‘open the doo:
id leaves came dashing in
and cireled avout her shore she stood against the
binele, tempestuous backg
“Stella! are you nina eg will die and break
“Yous stall go!”
Her antly wiite as she turned and
faced hin and hie eyes flashed again—that same
steely, cruel
twill so she aid passionately
pang will 1 pare him, 1 dra
horotcoy frightful forthe “Hatherly Heir
tint sha tat ail his life with fear”
‘kly, the storm howled wilder:
tian before-she has
!
“Mad creature! I’ must follow her,” Lucas
snatehed up al
“Good xo, dot” the
my. iieare,
“ Not even
of} y
vette,
eroscoper
She lhughed, a short. cold, maniacal laigh, and |
said, and snatching up his hat and coat, he dashed
through the doorway after
‘The night and the storm swept on, the candle fn
the window, burned down, spluttered a litle
then wentéont, while ia’ the darkness and the
silence and the salitude of the lovely hut, the
child Olivette slept on, and the angel of destiny
hovering near bent his head and, wept over the
terrors of the fata
a’ vamptuoda parlor in the fo Catal Mountain
louse.
Without, the storm raged wildly; within, “cure
tained and closed and warm,” all bespoke the
prese hand luxury.
ina “einhfone, chair, drawn up before the blaz-
ing logs where the embers dripped in a golden
shower from the ‘grate upon tho polished” wesct
fender below, a inan of perhaps forty years sat
alone.
He had been handsomeonce, Dut Bis face, drawn
with cruel lines, bespoke a torturing conscience,
Iningled with physical pain.
eohot month he bad been a
, havin
in'ths moun
n_ inmate of that
been thrown from hit horee while
ns amid his Jeg badly fractired,
1@ again, the phy-
he would always limp a "ttle fend
‘a sore blow to the proud and ‘vain
He.would never be
sicians said-
ounger days, given to
‘orld; had always been cot
but held to bis bachelo
y-eighth birthday, “ben
‘perso of,
yoved i
onal charms
oung
it her, aud toe
fie had only looked o at >
face peeping up from the imist of cazbric aud
lace and then surned away
d and an but he was troubled
to bis mind another
is boyhood and folly,
sha ow gathered on his brow.
upon that fair, baby
nd a
1 wouler if i lives.” he muttered,
deeply into the fire. a vil
base, ‘black hearted villain a ‘ie
merits forgiveness, surely God wil forgiv
that. was a darkly- ‘petits xipsy—I
Raat ae Joved her, but the dream faded aitd—
hat
looking
ain then, &
repentance
harp, ‘heking Fouad had startled him, and“:
Asi
turning a little, he saw a wot A tapping
the window-pane—a woman with @ whi
i face and Jong, fluttering catls of golden
Who are yout" be esked, looking into th
woman's steel-blue eyes, “What do you want
Surin the mountains ou such DURE as Et
“Tse kK she Iter,” the worma:
in; Lam wet with the storm,”
Hatherly. unbolted the window and swung it
open,
“Gomi in,” he said. No one shall ask vainly
for, Shelter at my hands on such a night as this.”
“ Aye, the night when the house of Hatherly is
honored with (an in heir,” tl woman said, and
Uetherly el ‘closed the window and limped to her
* How know you that?” he asked.
The weeyes lifted her head and flashed her
steel bine upon him,
“1 koow all things.”
reveals them to me,
the horoscope of, your
she 0 they « call Seell IIa,
athe
the replied. | Destiny
traveled far to draw
You know me—T am
the witch of the mountains,”
led’ incredulously and sank into
bis chinir: ea
“Thave heard of you,”
boarders here visit
he said, @ summer
j if you seek toearn ‘money and stand
in noed of i fi Twill assist you, but L do not yeed
He plunged his hand into his pocket as he spoke,
anil the eves of the woman. blazed paccionntely,
ep Your money,” she said, i intperiouay. “y
ask for no payment; I desire aw tho
horoscope of yourson. You feat at oy “art and
yet you know nothing o
THRthorly smiled avd withdrew his hand from
his
Teel 1 you] [have no belief in these tricks, my”
‘ou could tell me noth-
tell you that which y«
t phe te anasrered.
wh
wild? reckless. rover then,
2] et om ‘land to land.”
eryone knows that.”
Youtwere tu Spain.”
make. Poperet of it my good woman,
d tell you that,
Sh drew nearer: resting her ‘hand on the back
of the chafr, and bendi ing down above hiru
“Ts
S
he and hes von. Seas thee le m
“ me that which
mu keep igeked up in Your heart that wired tee
Your wite knows ‘oth oft Hat ws grow ale!
Who but the spiri could tell me of
autiful Myra, the Spanish gipsy, whose hence
ou won, a “ whom you deserted With her child
on her breast
waegstee u tered @ suppressed shriek, and fell
0 cushions, his eyeballs set
and his face ghastly whi eyeballs and staring,
God! how do you know that?
Seal ia laughed alittle a and drew ba fe Panted.
"So, you believe in my art, now? sho said,
with @ sn
cer.
Hatherly put out his hand and clutched hor
in the name of Hea
he gasped, hoarvely,
is, but kee thee a sect .
Twill on he econdition,” the woman replied.
“And that isi
fen, say no more of this!”
“Ask what you will at my
. I desire to draw wy)
@ hor oxcepe 6 your child. Grant me this, ‘and
the secret shall be kept. I will speak only what
destiny tells want, atais sen what I have.
seedy ead will p
Hatherly’ said,
s window. tung ie 0
*Tneed aid in thie’ she said.
ns mien Scaa!?
therly’s prror, @ man ste
ngh the windowand Pntered the rox ed
‘You ‘shall stand at ‘the window ti there and
watch the storm, Lucas,” Stella said. “As for
nie, desire only to be placed in & room adjnining
that of the peed have no fear Henry
not even see him. You ha’
jatherly—T shall Yor harm: the boy, for I wil
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