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SU LAURA JEAN LIBBEY
Vol. L.
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No. 1277
THE GOOD EARL.
: 4 TRIBUTE,
be: BY HORACE @. GROSER.
Tas bitow leaps and dies
ves a throbbing ‘eer behind:
thes sun that from our sight declined
With lingering fire prolongs the day.
So te, upon whose garnered years
fond hearts is
And still within our midst appears.
‘We can not think that he is gone;
‘We can not see the acaut pace:
Still looks on us the agid face,
‘The weary eyes where pity shone.
mma neti ek tie ao
Nor could we feel the long farewell
Til in the °c cathedral gloom,
fo shadow of che tomb,
| “And o'er the, ress assembly
Wien pate the streaks of noo
vi
| | white emblems of his spottess fame,
Till, flooding all the arches gray,
‘The triumph-muste gatherlog rolled,
And, crowned with tributes more than
gold,
In peace we saw him borne away,
His was a soul that shrunik from sip,
‘But ook he Hane bythe hand,
the sag fot to mand,
‘nd drew the homelew wander
‘So good, so pure, #0 nobly trne,
Not age itself his love could hides
ever ns the mortal died,
‘The Christ within him daily grew,
Life's morning laying by
‘The trappings of indulgent ease,
Content bis sovereign Lord to please,
And lift the red-cross banner high,
} No tilting-tleld was Life to him,
“Or golden meed, when day grew dim,
But as an arduous tourni
Wheremoy astot hos reotdons,
And high-born ehiefs of old ren
‘Their hostite spears egainst him bent
The champion of the weak and frail,
ged ones crying tor redress,
‘He saved them from their deep distress,
w And made the trampled cause prevail,
‘Till one whose visor ne'er is raised
Bore down atlast tho stainless shield,
And, mute with sorrow, ail the fleld
Upon their stricken hero gazed,
But in the lists he held so long
t's presence we shall feel,
Still smiting with Ithuriel st
‘ho rampant erests of Fraud and Wrong,
Avrnon or “THE Bernese « oF Guex
Woway’
CHAPTER VII,
ERE THE BRIDE WAS,
startled Mollie was very brie!
or nine lines, wretchedly scrawled:
what Carl Walraven is to
. ding-night; but come, I ain vers
hot seo morning. It yon delay, It Wil
The bearer is my
was really in earnest al
By MAY AG
N GowER; on, THe Hipp:
Nee,” “ MADALE:
had so
Tar letter in the buff envelope which
ft. There were but eight
“ Monte Dane,—Come to meat once, if you want
to find ont who you are, who your parents were,
you.” This is your wed:
ya pegs m I my
ions she fill eonditet you to
me. Tell no one, Cari Walraven will proveit yor
ithe can, Tsay to you, come-~come—como,
MimraM””
If there was one thing on ceri that flighty Moltte
mt, it was in knowing her | name.
he
“STAY!” CRIED MOLLIE, THE
+ Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1869, by Davis & Eiverson, in the OMice of the Clerk of the
District Court of the United States in and for
THE WHEE BRIDEGROOM
Wedded for a Week.
the Eastern Disttict of Pennsylvania,
S FLEMING,
BN Crime,” “Toe Banoxer's Brine;
y's Vow,” “ EstTgi1a’s Fvssanp,” ETC., ETC.
EDITED BY W. J. BENNERS, Jz.
‘This story was commenced in No. 124 of Tae New Yore Fieestpx Companion. Back numbers can be
obtained from all newsdealers,
+ (amis stony wits xo7 ne ronttsnzo I BOOK FoR.)
gm bistors._Her marriage sunk into insignificance
She dispatetied Lucy at once for the bearer.of the
c friouds to the rightabout, and closet-
oun,
‘woman, with dark sree andan intelligent face
Who are you?" abruptly demanded the bride,
looking eurionsiy,
“Sarah Grant,”
tered the Youn woman—a
shop-gitl.””
«Who gent you with this note?
‘oman who Tous in the sae house—e tall,
genes haif-crazed looking creature, She is danger
mu, | ous
The ia Wered straightforwardly, gazing
round ner tho while it open-eyed admiration.
“Do you know her nam
“ Wo'eall her olf Misia: sho refuses to tell her
Thave done iittle things for her atnice she
Ps 2
MAN IIALTED AT OD
has been fll, and she begged meso hard to fetch you
2 etter that, 1 could not reiue.
nt know its contents”
Bras that you are expected 49 rotarn with me.
She told me that she had Sonshine to say to you
that you would give half 5
fo to hear.”
11s the house far from this?
Yes, miss, @ long way; bu! i Teame Ina carriage.
It ts valine Toned the corner. Miriam told me to
hat it was a matter of life and death, and
he back, It was ob
0 che never tone ot
ours, Ninane knew ail about
.e it was likely she Would wish to
rT feat
ase Mil 0," she anid, ‘suddenly,
“Wait one in-
ae summoned the servant, fave hee the message
that ad caused auch cousiemation, locked the
door, and threw over her ig bridal robes a
long water-proof cloak af coveret her frome bead
. Drawing the hood over her head, she
rae ” said Migs Dane, rails,
ont by the front door
one t know I Lave ‘quitted ti
MBbe opened one of the lone ssindows and stepped
out on vt piazza, Sarah follow
ebgme distance ‘on there vane
leading to a paved back-yanl. ‘They descended the
Hairs walked down the Vand, passed through a lite
tle gate, and stood in tho streeh Onder the bright
night sk.
“wo will not go
don’t want any
he house, Come this
a flight of stairs
‘Now, Miss Grant," said Mollle, “ where is your
carriage!”
“AC the corner of the avenne, Mise. . This way.””
‘Two minutes brought them to the corner. There
stood the hack,
rah made a motion for Mise Dane to preced
her Motto stepped 5 tho kin followed, closing
the doo: ‘acter her, aud the hack
B furlous |
fH pice ‘cit fat” exclaimed Mollie, impatiently,
wre “Sour deiver light up, Miss
rant.”
“There ts euficient ligut for our work,” a voice
auswered. . :
“HOW LONG AM
I TO BE IMPRISONED HERE?”
Molite recoiled with a slight shriek, for ft was not
the voice o
‘A dark te sr atacted, ‘out of the corner on the mo-
ment, her hands were grasped, and & handkerchief
ewitely and surely voand round her mouth. “It
no longer in her power to raise an.
“Now bind her eyes, Saray” aid ther rolce, “rt
see si hands, a pre ty y bird,
otra in, owe safely an surely
ier eyes were bandaged, her Ba oud, and
rote Saf ulteny helptess and bev
O'Sho could neither see, nor move, nor speak, The
hack was rattling at a fearful pace oret the stony
streets, ‘Tis noise would have drowned her cries
had it been in her power to utter au
“Now, my fing Dane,” sald: that unknown
voice, vei eee to ber ear, and all at once, io
French, “Tl answer all the questions I know rou
dying to ask at this moment And aIswer them
d
feat. soigPeti in French, that the good Sera
got comprelead. - You understaud
tei ‘ane
waists ow her, then!’ Aud yet ehe utterly failed to
ognize that Voice,
recta the Lrst Place, what does all this mean? Why
thie deception this ‘abdaetiont ‘ hho am I? Where
Delng taken?
8 i
Stet you moun ack, it
|: now to anewor you, What’ does
eau? wi "iy, Je means that you have made an
enemy, by sour airoclous firings of one whom you
ernelly and “aett Site, Fn ha vorod renge-
ance, and who knows hat vow.
Why! this deception thie saeutnte & ell ithe
out deception it was Impossible
and we know just enough about you"
rpose. Miri
pest dungean
you have read of, W hen are you to be restored to
your frlendst When you have been my wife one
feck —not bu Instant gooner
Stolle, bonad and Eiledfelied, made one frantie
gesturo,’ The man by her side understood.
ny fairy Mollie, irpsonment | fea hard
thing to bear! 'I love you jearly,
mire your high ani intensely; bat
oven eagles have hed their wiuge
before now.
fessly--1 amn going to be merelless ia my
far, ou don’t care for this old man
have sav marrying. 1 am
young ‘and. good looking
say it—a far more suitable wshand for
you than he. You are trying to
ny voice and place me, 1 how. ‘Leave
rying, my dearest: you never will. I
un peel disguised—voice, face, fiz-
© part you will be no wiser
‘The cartiage rat-
‘and on through the shining, state
i ght for endless hours, it sewed to
where were they going, and what
as to become of bert Was it @ tright-
Tul reality, a dream? Was she
really the same sentboriian Right wes to
have been the bride of a baronet? W:
tho nineteenth century and New
York City, or @ shaper out of some old
Venetian toman
"The carriuge ctopped at last; abo heard
the door open, she felt t herself litted out
borne upstairs and ioto
“Now that we have arrive, i
lie,” sald that strange c
unbind you, and you fully must overs
Took the hand necessity which compelled
Mole ange be ue breath with a
He untied the bandnge round her even,
And for a second or two she was dazzl
by the euddeq biaze of gue. The ine
~ tant she could see, she turned fall npon
her abductor.
‘Aisa and alas} he wore Bark mask;
a flowing wig, a beard, and a loug cloak,
Fenehing to ibe Noo
Hie wis a tall man—thet was the only
fhing Moliie qculd make oat of the ais-
Miss Dane does not spare mei
lovely evea drop {rom their sockets, a
she will not recognize me.
Wa eave you. f will int ade pons you
a5 lito as te absolutely possible. Hf yon
heed anytling, riog the bell”. Good:
night, niy beautiful Mollie, and” boppe
"le bowed politely and moved toward
the door. Moliio mado a step toward
upraised arm:
“ Stay!”
The man halted at once.
“How long am I to be imprisoned
here?”
“My fair one, T told you before: antl
you conse
i von
er
iiere until my ea
my brains out
nevei
wife!™
‘The man shrugged bis shoulders:
Strong language, my dear; | bub words,
Words, wonds! “J won't kill you, and you
t jive odes ntl sour head 'ie hoary.
Ks ik
hs
is hoary dash
gainst yonder wall, but
F, uever, newer become Sour
tarelng ay, u won't dash your
bralasout wzainet the wal wall, Decause tho
at
walls ate pal aided, Anything else
ane?
with blazing eves, “(hat
joever you are, you ate the’ vilest,
Dasest, most coward: rretohy on thé
Nido cartht Gol I would munter you
“Not a doubt of it, my angel! Gussamrn soe
night?”
ile bow ont, and locked the door,
»W, Passed
Mollie was alone'th her prison.
pdome little Cricket, fairy Uhat
Was, was yet
he
oa any giantess. No »p of craven blood.
a
lowed in her iaitted veins, * thereto fore, left alone,
rr
she neither wept, no
areal: nor tore hr balr; but
’ protonged survey of her eurrou
It Was a large, lofty room, lighted repasi a stale gas
Jet, dependent ‘trom the ceiling. four walls
Were thickly waded, and thero wero te window:
uly, ou door, no, pictures,
Day-time and mete time would be the
breath, if this do
Mollie ane,
ps
Hons tai? a ‘okt
nothing
rata few st a table, alaratory a i
Weil,” said Mollie to herself, drawing R ‘oDg
oes uot cap the globe! Am I reall:
aud is this New York City, or am
Private theatricals, aud gone back to tho
in the wide world, is tl
hat myste-
at will they say at home this
dreadful ui
es Temoked her cumbersonie mantle and threw
upon the bed, looking ruefully aboat her,
a wonder how Yon 0 be kept here? Of
going 4 to De fright-
m Muyrisoned for'weeke am
‘Won't Hing for tbat gceettfal Sarah Grants and il
never give in if they keep me tntiltbe day’ of judg-
ge
ng upand down tho room.
gan
ike fullness Foigned? Hours passed, Weary with
ber,
tn at drive, sbe thew herself pon the bed a
fell fetes
ier after 8 prolonged slum-
we the gas still bur med ate, she
o longer stone’ ‘Sera af
mn * fempting breakfast.
ee hhn’s shat” abruptly demanded Solic,
Sarat courres sled re
“Your breakfast,
“Ils to-morrow, then?” said Molle.
“Tt is to-day, miss,” responded the girl, with a
smil
“That means you Won't,” he sald, coolly, “Ab,
What's the hour?”
Reet eight, Mins Dane.”
Fou roing to stay hero with met”
from her south and -
itis ail in vain. She may guze until hee
our aro § Tong time «
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