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Entered according to Act af Congress, in the year 181, by NORMAN I. MUNRO, in the offce of the Lihrarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C. (Entered at the Post Optce,
Se,
Vee COPIA
N72) Li aegeo Gouse
New York, ax Second Class Xatter.)
Vol, VIII.
NORMAN I, MUNRO,
Wand 16 Vandewater St,
NEW YORK, JUNE 20, 1881.
{*
OPerwocnmAruwE! No OD
$1.50 vor six wo:
In Lilac Lane.
THE fragrant boughs of blossom
“@ ar<
Smited Clear ‘with gleame of "sun:
ie,
t happy day
I see her white dress flitting
Besitle me even now ;
One rounded arm uplifted
To bend the swaying bough;
The nodding panes, in ansieér,
Sent dow
+ To,hide her silken te
day
On, leave the ves to tratie
zi
0 frngile tae ce these.
Indien, oF it pale,
This day in Lilac Lane.
Brrect eve, where maiden fancies
ey will not raiso their f
To cl ig a moment closer,
That day in Lilac Lau
No, I will not navne the story
T whispered in her ear;
Tt was for me to tell it—
Is was for her ta hear:
ner
"The: eret ‘oud profane,
ke
what
‘That ‘ay in Lilac Lane,
Are sending down their spray,
"We take ont bap ways
For, band in hand, together
tno! sunshine sie thro in
1 troth forever
The pauper, tue. mk
ber
tween me
oth
tran
Ani Sorduus, “ite loved bands worked | Br
ax Mu they al
poor
She ee er lip until it bled, in the effort to ineey
pass
fe wont pay E
avetully, ‘omincusly silent
seu
Mh it
creature—he, w
erly flowing i
sezy dos
ey are
Mr Conti prem
awfully white an calm, but there was a tem
Pest raging tn bet beso
oi sinoed at Belle Gordon and found
the way;
ret skies of Apel,
aud shade at play,
rioved with fitful rain—
spring time,
fa Litae Lane.
14 perfumed rain,
resses,
in Lilac Lane.
breeze;
over,
know not—
Vin the blue,
me answer—
and that trembles
8 listen
an asked awl answered,
umes of Jilac
it FragrAUce-rviom
—o “AH! OLIVETTE, BEWARE!” SHE HISSED. “| COULD KILL YOU NOW, BUT WAIT, WAIT FOR THE FUTURE wee THERE.”
OTT V Bit" Ei;
oR,
LOVE IN THE CATSKILLS.
A ROMANCE OF THE CATSKILL. MOUNTAINS.
‘ By Geraldine Fleming.
CHAPTER IIL,
cLoUps,
‘Miss Gonpon wasin bigh dudgeon all the way
hein jind snubbed her-—Philip Courtney bad snub uw
the belle of the sease ple coun=
ty it a @ common mountai ‘st
Be Nite complexion and a shock of y*
Mie wid 2 pi |
Hor lapis lazuli eves ftached, ‘and she ground
-
white teeth pass:
voor house waite 36
Dreath. How dare sls
ere at I love? Icoule | §
led the throat of the
sionate cries that struggled 80
ip Courtney for that day's
y hin if it took a bundred years, buts sho | fa)
Bah Guta was a diplomatist—sho registered
hilip Courtney's mother
des
ently:
ier cabin and Tigi
was ensy to see
ict had far from a sootbiny F, effect chen ai
white, silent, prowl mamma, antl
only she caln before the
at thisstilluess
ny to her mishest
Lays
jared
cont ioate Liat shoswas opposed to his
with that bold ¢ “creature of thy moun:
oe did ho mean by sinking from his lofty
he
wel of a commou ou count
ers ea es callt ,He,
pride, did. ‘he mani 0
oud blow! of the Hath-
far wig
a ip Fintherly and
i. Sr Fascinated with that
ith
«not know that
one and te if
her
‘ont npon the storm, her face white and
vie anil hee dainty foot ben ng hay ttto0
fhe bottom ore lun ‘old vehicl
or Weary for te loved ot Bato
‘
worry, deur: 1 know
yo ak 80, but ‘all will be well in
an
d'young, sal twen of his
turned. It is only a moment’s
Treakess, dear, and Philip ill be at your fect
torrent of tears and sobs that spent” thenmelves
rnal boson
te
Wk from himecoh, Hoaven me me, I love him so,
dear; in
tee Philip ig waywarl, but ho loves
if
wed,
‘vill not live many weeks, you know, and
eel how to Gounterfait th
«| don flitted to her
i cfenking ier naa ae ‘ier Biden ‘F
und wee the quivering lights atud ace her.
ey € jel
wet rad arey her?" You are my son aud Sou
said, kissing her Pale a ot
\d!" | slowly lifted his arm,
he | di i
of that, Eistip is
tempera-| tur
horror of Douald Gordon's dying
wor
"Belle," be went on. after a brit
ase, “you have reaped th ie bene!
¥ namie 80 long. no
dao to find my el
am bplngelew cue
tome you will do it.”
The eyes of the woman opened
sudd blazed down sit, bis
with acruel, el ful glare: + face
wae ghastly white aud ber lipsquiv:
ered.
“Do, yon think J am a fool she
pitered, tlelkly. «All
Thave ‘been tangit to belie ‘you
my father, ‘Through poverty Lbave
ever been by your sie,
id now,
when riches come to your daughter,
you wish m throw aside the
ne
Fonske and let ber uourp my right.
Never, Donald Gurdon, never, never,
never:
He rane before the steely gli
becyen ant nik velo
ted and sky as he spoke:
What do you meaa?) What will
you dof” he faltered.
She turned v ke a tigress.
a Bot she Prepeateds howsas
“What should 1dot i will w
ter
w
ve
the end. You
alle he your ghter a fs wil
hold thename, aud w for-
: 0
My daughter shall have ber rights!”
Hes serviched bis band toward the
as he spoke.
"Anofier mount sad it would be
too Inte,
9 trith the quick, Sesbing bound of
tigress the leaied upon the dy
‘man, and finds clutched
iis road
“Carry your éecret with you to
the grave!” sho sbricked, and closed
her fingers tighter.
weak, his struggles were
toate ‘and in her bends be was like
achi
Tiel ie? and tighter. ber. fingers .
glosed, his face greve purple, a gurg-
Hing, i inte cry encaped his
ting Hp and witic one last convul:
sive shiver, his head sank back an
he died with his eves fasten vn
the face of his mmurdaress,
eabite nw, {iat be was dead and
t him back,
“Fle carries is secret to the gravel” sho hissed,
qcBhe ad said she: would disown him, but chet Wour daughter is here, Mr. Gordo
ont othe was her Brie ber va fa tor said, and before the words’ had ality Ter iis| between
Ig an lips Belle was at her father’s side, now, deud
“and bie proud | Ok, pa you can spenk-—you are bet-|
and deep and terri
Lie, fathored in the sy abo ‘above.
CHAPTER wr
DEAD
mM 158 Conver, Mis Gomion! for nity’s ake
come up stairs, ‘Your father is ip a ft!”
the summer air, and reached the beautiful Halle
where she sat on the .veranda, ber rose-bioo1
Tobes falling in soft, blushing folds about her, and
the sunlight quivering oven in golden shatts
through the haze of the towering
Like Philip Courtney, Selle w was an only child.
Her father, Donald Gordon, was the las of a fine
\d race that traced its lin Kk to the goed | doc!
eld Scottish kings Te waw ait imvatidy suffering | oo
from heart trouble, and had come to the moun:
ing under the alvice of the best of physicians
feud in the hope of marrying off his beautiful
daughter, for bo it understood, Aliss Gordon's
could have been closed easily in the
main oe er “haod,
8 prow , morose man, one of those
men who’ impress cis you vith the thought that they
h is not laid bare to public
‘of his fine old name, proud of his
tne’ of noble ancestors he tranknieeed that pauls
0 his only child, 60 that, ono can easily imagine
ial Gor nm lingering on
fe vego ot the grave; ever ryono knew thatthe
end was near, even the beautiful Belle herself, but
there was little love ‘twixt father and child—
Belle was eaten up body and soul by ambition,
A dite fortune linked to Ler fino name, was the
pinnacle of he
y
She sprang “up as the servant's voice reached
her fers, Pand burried up the stairs to her father’ 's
opm.
re he lay; writhing in a convulsion; is
wt granta ‘old head pried i in the bed- ctorlien I han
clenche® at his sides, dthe cpu ell ing
be veils upon bis row until it Seemed that they |
would burst.
e room was filled with people; the
stood over tho o contorted | Dod Yr and witha soctar
nine screa: creain she knew so
diplomatio Miss Gor.
jeand sauk upon her
father’s si
ge
“Papa, papa! speak tome—look at me! Don't
you know mgt fam Belles
‘A moan from the writhing, twisting figure was
ai that answered be
“Pra i a Gordon—give him air,” the
doc: must * bleed | hin.”
Tho er s driven from’ the room; Miss
Gordon sank into a chair with a smothered goat
and covere red her face with her han
The doctor bared the arm of the invalid,
Leen atieet cut the swollen flesh, and then the
1" purple blood trickled slowly froin the gaping
wou
Mise Gordon" still sat by the window, covering
er eyes with her hands, the sunlight, warm aud
ry jauivered in, aud the man-on the bed
rly, slowly the violent, contertions
a ceased,
bis wimg te NHinply, Showa au Back upon the
er pillow, & Jongaravsn groan eveaped him, then his
exes flow open suilenly ant fixed on the doc
tor’s face with a stony, UnBinching
‘or a moment he reniained pt vai then
brushed his tinny 3 his
oice I feeble
in
dz:
*Belle—send Belle—I am dying!”
pay
ter, Stou know t
‘row tne iow, don't you
‘An ashen pallor hot acronis face ofthe dying |
man, a hunted, startled glare stole in
and his livid lips quivered.
“1 ara dying, Belle,” he said lowly, “You will
soon, be ail alou vin t the worl
er Pepes pape dont leave me—don
ter
dave thought it ie most acute
You w
agony Miss Gordon eudured, but be pleased to
recollect that Miss Gordon was a very clever act-
and that ast was present.
Poor child, poor child!” the dying manu
tered, in a dreangr-alsent way, nd bis hands
mioveil feebly at his sides,
there was @ pause, eloquent with silence, the
avy, labored breathing of the man, on the’ bed
Blond shattering th deadly atillness, «
‘udidenly. is eves "fared inte tine fee of the
ctor again, and ina weak, trembling voice he
ee Doctor, how long can Livet Do not deceive
me. I must know—
‘Not long,” Thedoctor, wered him, “Three
hours at best, Bo calm, Bir. Gordon; the end is
near, but any mental worry will stem it.”
‘The dying nnn closed bis eyes, bis lis moved
silently, and he seemed to be pra yiny
deni silence Feige
0 eyes of the ying. man flared
in tor's face, and once again ho spoke.
“Lea ave me," he sai feebly. “I must see my
child alone!”
¢ doctor bowed lowly, left the room, and
closed the door behind him,
‘The dying man and his child were alone in the
sunlit room,
For an instant Donald Gordon Jay quite still,
then he [put up his hand and beckoned Belle to
w closer,
Belle,” he said, ina weak and faltering voice,
“the end is nenr. ' When the night falls, you will
be alone in the world. I bad Haped to five long
fnough to seo y ‘ou married, and then what I ha
to ag to your how WOuld Lave ho torvers for you.
But God knows best, I go from you sooner than
Ldiought, and you must low ‘the black, dark
fof Your past T havgever dono the ‘best I
could fore . and yet you have never loved
3 you should Mio not interrupt me; no
peel to wear'a mark. "T-know. Fou well, and you
are heartless. Money, money! that is your God,
But all that you own is my Tobie name. Ido hot
to rob y te
mei u of it, yet You have no lawful
Claim to ity you are not aye ily”
Miss Gordon started ba
; Pale as death, and
My Goa! are
Rot your "ila? 1” sho gasped.
you dreamit a
pene itis the trath L sneak, I am poor now,
but within five years the last of the Kirkes, my
sister, nll uealzontibered with thevtead ane my
lawful child will be heiress to a million, She wa:
nore.
stolen frou rae veers ana Nears ago, herein t zits
an
very house, stolen ale my wife w
pave her from dying witha broken ea
Youve nameless, Noweleme walt, from, 2
house, and palmed you off as in;
He
rom thi isa Gomion started back | ©
with sh iel josed her hain over ler eyea,
Good Heavens! was she. mad, of was the some
hideous nightmare from wich she would soon
“From t house! How the words cireled
through het brain,
aunt ens what she had taunted the mountain
ahaa wth, wud al the wile the 400, was aw
ame heme for vaupers.” Ugh!
¢ face the world aguint ane fain the
wien on her brow erybody
Sick ihe Taint the girl leaned against the wall
and closed ber eyes to shut out the unutterable
ghey. “i
beni
was
“and yet 1 coutd have aworn It ws
She mov.
the sheets,
and closed bh
er clenched teeth. ‘a dead secret
ind buried withiy my bese sen, 8 ”
ended ina stifled shriek,’
‘ords en
ito aud reeled, back; for there of the
dead w ofa
‘as limned the shadow
veranda was empty only the wind stirred
leavee—not a ivi
was in nas
fancy, or my ow chon!
ed 97 the bed, and smoothed down
Tail the dead erms hy the man's side
his eyes.
lis face is purple, but fbey will think tt the
ts of
opening the door, flitted out into the hal
the convulsion,” she said, calmly, ai
jh.
‘She paused once and shook her fist at the door
of the room where the dead man lay,
“ Let your daughter die a pauper!” she panted.
fle sceret is mine, I will be Belle Gordes
fate makes
vel
me Belle Courtney, and if be—i
me his foe, let im, too, beware; Tam
Temperate no
White, a
down th
| neta ly 0 corps Tike, she staggered,
pon the ‘veranda w
he
ihe peopler ont huvlaed aren thie doctor ph Ising
him with questions to which there seen
noend.
The doctor was the first to see Miss Gordon as
she tottered out upon the vernmta, and breaking
away from the crowd, he horrid to her side.
He saw how pal she her to,
chair,
neg heal speak!” he eried, “Miss Gordon, what
he
“She ler hands over her eyes and groaned
er, sail am in the
mre now, Oh, pepe, papa! how can Tite wiht
out you
“Bend? the doctor gas d, growing very pale;
and Miss Gordon bowed hier heads ny PUSS
The ladies fluttered aronnd the girl
sper wh
‘avin
f
this in ber
brow,
she would not look
sh
ering wont of sympathy ton teiety
nd
otherly Mrs. Courtney rennet za ence Wa
and kissed
‘own life, stooped dow
-, Come with me, dear,” she said, and Ted her to
=
en
eh her Beart would br
yurte
in rintchios finesse, Miss Gordon sank w
Fares, tlowe and sobbe
peak,
monned “ali sloue ie a vie conn rane” he
He big. :
Wine salle sh at 4 Pepe world! nowt
he was wot ine with matchless et
"po
vant motherly, kiuthearted Buier Geet iney
walked blindly into the net she spread,
oe
Jone in the warld.” she
hite cheek with ber
band. * oct have frieuds. Philip
if ‘ell never fors
“But Tam poor, Mrs: Conrtney, very poor, and
in be five long years tony wa tor my
iuhieritance,
were,
wnind money, déar, your home shall be
oney ta 16 link to bearta that love.
Ube Khiter, —« ho knows:
Philipniay one day
hopetul
Sle
aye you the right to call we mother.”
is Gordon
her boson ees
face was buried in the laces at
reney could Wot bee the
txts, Cour
feverinh, hopeful glitter’ tha’ sprang op in ber
Oa
herself,
for my reveng
it Donal
Dbeautful,
ir him
“ but if not, I shall be close
Ishall perhaps win him!” tho cal,
tri
¢, tittle cemetery at Catskill” they
i Gordon to sleep his last sieep,
treacherous Belle went back to