Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 3, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 16 July 1881 — Page 2

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TBRRE IIAUTE, JULY 16, 1881

Little Sweetheart.

Continued fromFirnt Page.

thing on another move. Need I tell yon that I was still unfortunate? When naif of Violet'a fortune waa gone I held up my band, and swore a mighty oath that 3 would not risk another dollar, even thongh the chances seemed a thousand times in my favor. "If I waa to restore that which I have used.it would take every piece of property I poosess. Now, do you see where .•we atand, Roy?" "I do* la it your wish that I should lake immediate steps toward remedying this evil? You will find me brave ana Htrong, father," replied the young man, quietly and firmly. "Heaven forbid!" exclaimed the colonel. "There is only one thing that you can do, Roy."

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"And that?" "la to marry the girl." "Impossible!" cried Roy.

Whv so impossible? She is not ngly, bat, on" the contrary, willyet develop into a beautiful woman. Then you can see how nicely such a thing would wipe out the whole record. Roy, do not refuse to grant me this favor. I would see you married before I die, and then my eoul would depart in peace." "But. sir, you do net consider the girl. Why wreck her life? I am wiling to give up everything and fight for mysolf In the world. I have my profession to fall back on, you know, and "Hush! I will not hear it," said the colonel, lioroely "besides, Roy, you Jaave been blind to the fact that violet love* you—ay, madly—and that by marrying her you will realize the droam of her life." "Can it bo?" murmured Roy. "It is the truth I swear it to you, Roy. You have been blind not to see it, when thero ix not a soul in the houso ignorant of the fact. She worships the ground yon walk on, my boy."

Roy stood silont for a minute, and his lather knew that a terrible conflict 3raged in his mind. "It is ovor, father for your sake and h®rs, will marry Violet. Send for the mint*tor whilo I go and ask her to be my wife," ho said, calmly.

CHAPTER II. VIOLKT. I

Violet was still standing in the gar den, watching the house at intervals, and cxpocting to receive a summons at *nv momont. £howns unused to great troubles, and yet hor mother haa suffered greatly, and those who had known her said Violet's great black eyes almost seemed to swim iu tears when sho waa lost in meditation.

She was as modest as the flower aftor which sho had been named. Her mother had been an onera singer boforn she was married, and Violet possessed a marvelous voice, though sho hardly know it herself, and cortainlv no one else thought hor talent boyona the ordinary, for she was afraid to exhibit the wonderful flexibility of hor gift, and aang her ballads in a puro, swoet way that was delightful to hear.

Roy was something of a musical critic, having served several times in that capacity Tn Boston, for New York papers, but sho was so afraid of her adopted brother that sho would nover sing In his prosonco.

Violet! "What a strango name to give a girl with such black hair and oyos, and sueh a dusky complexion!" so many had said, who woro accustomed to connecting tho jianio with blue-eyod, golden-haired damsels yet, whon one camo to kuow her, it was easily understood what relationship thoro exlstod betwoon tho name and its owner.

As sho stood thero, tying the bunch of flowers with a ribbon, there woro unshod tears iu her dark oyes. Sho was not thinking of horsolf, or tho sorrow that would overwhelm hor when tho kind uanlian, her more than father, had left sho fretted— for Hoy her heart was aching.

A footfall aroused her from this fit of abstraction, and looking up, sho saw, with not a little surprise and trepidation, that it was the objoct of her thoughts who advanced through tho rose bushos. llor eyes fell, but not before they had caught a puar.led and somewhat disconcerted gleam in Hoy's face.

The truth wax, Ins heart almost failed him, for the vouug girl in her gipsy fashion looked so strange that, somehow, he could hardly bring himsolf to the point.

Tnen he noticed tho flush that came upon her face, and realized tho truth of his father's words. Tho girl did love him. In that moment Roy felt mora kindly toward her than ever before.

Ho walked up to Violet and took her hand in his, noticing for tho first time what a prettv, white nand it was. "Violet, I have something to say to you. Couif over to the little arlor."

She made no resistance, and Kov drew her down beside htm. He could feel the little hand flutter in hia, like ^te treui bling of a frightened bird. "Violet, do you love me?" he asked.

Oh, Heaven) how his words thrilled her whole being. What a delicious feeling it was that took posswwion of hor. Her senses seemed to swim, and she thought she was feinting.

It waa Roy's voioe thai aroused her. '•Violet, will you marry me? will von be mv wife and reign at Cedar Heights?"'

as she dreaming, or had Roy, her idol, her king, aak%u her to be his wife? Violet closed her eye* again. Roy had gently placet! his arm amnnd her. How her whole soul aecmed in unison with the song: "It fai a dmun,

Chen waking would be pnin: Mi, dtt not v»ke mi. l^t mo dream again." "Violet." came in Roy""* calm voice, and even at such a moment she found time to wonder at the fact of his being so eolleetod, while she waa trembling with excitement. "Violet, yon do not answer me. l*xk up in my face and toll me if von will be my wife."

Then she opened her oy*#~op«ned them slowly, as if afraid it would indco prove in a delicious dream.

She saw Roy'* face above her, bat, although nn anxious iit shone In hi* pm, somehow or otinri', Violet missed the i«Mr glow she must have expected to find. **lt is Roy"s way. He has «wch control over hiuwpjf" while I, poor little ftw!. must needs show ww thought in mv teH-taie face."

Tims, in her own min i, aberear Rov'w tack of living enthu***m. »*yiog that his nature waa like a •cp i«Ki, that i«uld ontv he rurtl«i by itronfeat wind, while abe compared

herself to a shallow pond, that was stirred by every passing breeie. When Roy had repeated his question for the second time, Violet found her voice. §Kmm "Do you mean it, Roy? Do yon really want me to become your—wife?"

She almost whispered the last word, ss though it was sacred. Roy's wife! She had never imagined such bliss on earth. "Itis father's desire and—mine. He is dying, Violet, and would see us made one before be leaves us. Do you love me enough to trust your whole future in my hands? Violet, will it make you happy to be my wife?"

Happy! "Oh, Roy," she whispered, "it wonld be like Heaven itself, for I love you so," and she hid her face on his breast while he softly stroked her beautiful hair.

Roy was much nearer to loving her then than he had ever been before in his whole life. As she lay with her bead resting on his shoulder, and looked up t.t

was a kiss such as a brother might give to a sister, pure and holy, but not the affectionate, passionate embrace one wonld expect to seal a betrothal. Violet did not know. She seemed to realize that something was lacking, but had al ways looked up to Roy with the homage one would give to a god, and whatever he did could not be other than right.

In after days she remembered with pang that was terrible to feel, that Roy had never once told her that he loved her. "Come with me, Violet father is wait ing, and the minister will soon bo here I solemnly trust, my dear girl, that you will never regret this step, and I shall do everything in my power to make vou happy all your life. Come, sweetheart."

Again that electric thrill ran through the young girl's frame. He must lovo her, or he would not speak thus.

Marry Roy! Bo his wife in less than an hour! It was hard to realize such happiness. What had she ever dono that such ecstatic bliss should come to her? She did not, could not, deserve it.

So little Violet was thinking while Roy led her to tho heuse. Sho requested a chance to make a few changes in her toilet, and by the time tho minister arrived, such a vision of loveliness glided into tho room where tho dying man lay, that agleam of sunshine seemed to cross his wan face, and Roy found his heart stirred.

Violet remembered some words he had oneo spoken, and now her beautiful hair was most carefully waved over her broad forehead and gathered in a knot back of her shapely head.

Attired in a nlack silk, she seemed anything but a bride, but Roy thought ho had never soon her looking one-half so beautiful as sho did then.

CHAPTER III. A BOLD OAJ1K.

Two young men were riding leisurely through Central Park, Now York. The day was a glorious one for riding, as the wind seemed to invigorate the horses, to judge by their evident desire te go ahead.

Ono of the young mon was smoothfaced and rather ugly, although he dressed well, and rode his horse as though ho was accustomed to such exerciso.

His companion was a remarkable lookintr person, taken all in all. Ho had a

tacne Will give W any man. this, ho bostrode his Aery steed like a Centaur.

Perhaps custom had given him his title, for no ono living remomberod to what regiment during the lato war Colonel Roxbury had belonged, but at any rate, ho was known far and wide under thatnamo.

Tho colonel was dressed "to kill on this sunny afternoon—light pants, white vest and tie, and a volvet riding-coat. Upon tho clustering ringlets that adorned his head waa firmly placed a handsome silk tile of tho latest Broadway stvlo, and in his kidded hand he held a rfding whip with a gold mounted handlo.

Thoro was nothing "loud" about his dress, but to experienced eyes, he was reeognizod as belonging to the sporting class. Perhaps this recognition was duo to the largo diamond that flashed from have prolack eyes, and mod

his neat neck scarf, or it may have proceeded from the gleam of his d1 but at any rate, dress as noatlvhuu ...uuostly as lie might, thero would always be

something alout tho gallant colonol to betray his calling to sharp oyes, though he might deceive many less keen.

Both of the horsemen were smoking, and, judging from their appearanco, it was evident that the ono with tho smooth faco was evidently waiting for somo explanation which tho other was to give him.

They were in apart of the grettt park which was seldom frequented by equestrians. As they passed a ragged youth seaUxl on the grass, the colonel made a motion with Ills arm, to which his companion replied: "Co-rect, Colonel." "Yeu saw that fellow to whom I spoke?" asked Roxbury, when they had gone some distance. "\Y«H, rather but what has he to do with your brilliant plan for scraping an acquaintance with the mysterious lady who has captured your heart?" and there was a perceptible aneer in the other's voice. "Much, Winehard, as you will presently see. That wretch Is in my pay. He has agreed to do a certain job. You see, my unknown charmer comes along here at three o'clock every afternoon, promptly, when the weather Is fine. That wietch will scare her horse, which is a livolv one. I shall be em hand to rush out ami sa*e her from a terrible death. Don't von aee? Romance in real life. Thereto nothing in the world that will take the hearts of the dear creatures so readily.' In her eyea I shall be a hero, and all" that, and U» reat is simple enough." :. "Egad! vou are sharper than I gave yon credit for, Colonel. I never heard of a ne*ter plan than that. Yon are the prince of schemers, and that"Hark! I hear honflstroko* far.back of us. It is three o'clock, ahrf I doulu not but that mv rlmrmcr Is at h**nl. Come aside, here, Wiachard, and watali me play the hero." laughing lightly, the two scoundrels sought shelter among the treeaand waited.

The sound of hoofs*rokas was

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heard cfrwer than before. Then came a sharp cry. and the

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announced that

the ragxea wretch had done his part of the compact well, for the hone was rae-

lag along like mad. Roxbun

•toxburywas rubbing hts hands to^ gvther like a miser gloating over his ao emulated store, for he Mt that themo,tof triumph waa dose at hand. His companion sat there waiting breathlessly for the thrilling sight that was to break upon his vision.

Nor I long to wait, Anouiri u" -neighboring «trve In the drive there swept the runaway hhrsa.

He was a noble animal, hlack aa mfelHJGTIL, MID JJPUIU

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As the terrified aifttal and his equally alarmed rider swept paat the spot where the two man were lying in wait, they caught a glimpse of a alow-white face and a medley of brown eurIs, and then the horse, going like lightning, was past

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colonel now knew that his time had come. ,, ,, in. who really had noththe matter, waa trempen leaf, with excitelonel was as cool as an

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ing to do witl bUng like an ment, but the iceberg.

^h^coTopel touched his horse with the whip he carried, and the noble animaL sprang into the road. Then, flke an arrow shot from the bow, tho fiery steed flew down the path in the T^|te of the runaway.

Colonel Roxbury had paid too many thousand dollars for his horse not to know his qualities, and he was well aware that in a race there was nothing outside of Bonner's or Vanderbilt's stables that could begin to outrun the animal he bestrode.

Ho was sure, then, of overtaking the runaway, for the black was but an ordinary steed, although doing good wdrk in tho race.

It is strange how the best laid plans ofton miscarry. This has been so from time immemorial, and will be until time is no more.

Tho colonel could not bo blamed io*( the blunder, as ho had done his best but, had he foreseen such a posaibility as came to pass, he might have altered his plan so as to keep the game within his own hands.

He was gaining quite rapidly.41 At first Roxbury had been sorry that he had let the runaway gain such a distance before starting out, but when he saw how speedily his gallant horse was drawing up on the other, he dismissed all these idle regrets, for there would be doubly time enough to reach the fugitive before the animal came to any frequented drive.

What was the amazement and chagrin of the colonel to see a horseman gain the road a short distance ahead of the fugitive. The new comer had taken a short cut and headed the fleeing animal.

As if knowing full well what course to pursue, tho other maintained a good pace, and yet allowed the runaway to gain on him, for, to attempt a sndden stoppage, might result fatally.

The colonel saw his game and ground his teeth in rage. He urged his horso to its utmost speed by bringing the whip down with startling force.

The noble animal rushed alone with

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took, it was evident that his fright had urged him to the utmost. /flinging to the saddle was a small, lady-like figure, dressed in a dark riding habit, and from whose

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lorn? feather was streaming in the wind. iSe fair equestrienne had lost all command over her frightened steed, and though she still held the bridle, there was no effort made to rein in or assume command over the animal.

With both hands she clung to the saddle, and it seemed that she had great difficulty in retaining her seat. To be thrown meant almost certain death, and with the energy of despair she clung to her hold. jL... ...

He had never of the terhad entailed,

rible danger nis DOia nm nwi and that ne might see the beautiful girl thrown and injured or killed before his

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a villain he was to bring this

danger upon a girl, simply because be could find no other way of making ber

a speed that was Mnaply mai^elous-r-A, rushed like a tornado, but the effort was? xiscloss

The stranger had allowed the runaway to come side by side with his own steed, which at once increased its pace, as if understanding what was needed.

While the two animals were going at this tremendous speed, the stranger stooped down and caught the bridle of the runaway in a grasp as firm as that of aviso.

It was a terrible time. For a few seconds there appeared to

a fierce struggle between man and beast, but the power of the former gained the victory, and he brought the runaway tb a full stop.

Well done!" the colonel could not help saying, for, scoundrel though he was. he admired all sorts of bravery as oxhibited in athletic sports.

In almost tho same breath he muttered to himself: "Fiends and furies! if it isn't the same young fellow, 1 told Winehard of, who overheard us talking awhile back, and which he laughed at."

There was nothing for the colonel tp do, however, but to go on, as he was almost up to them

up to incm. ning in his iiory steed, tho pursuer.

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himself to tho others. The

young girl had hidden her face in her hands, overcome by intense emotion, and know not yet who her rescuer was.

Thank Heaven, you are uninjured, my dear Miss! I triod to overtake you but it seems this person

The colonel stopped right there. The "person" ailudedT to turned on him like a flash, his oyes blazing, and his nostrils quivering with furious antror. "Silence! how dare you speak in that way after being the cause of this almost fatal accident? I heard yoftr rile plan,: but did not reach the spot in time to warn the yon ng lady. If yon know your interests you will leave this spot berora I use my riding whip upon you.'

The two men looked each other inth(fl eye for a dozen seconds. Neither flinched but the colonel saw something in the blazing orba that caused him to mutter under his breath: "I believe the young fool would try it, and then there would oe a tragedy.

Aloud he said, with a laugh: "My young npetart, itwouldn pethe safest thing you ever attempted. I admire your bravery so much that J. will leave you in peace. Au reivir, may do not believe any cock and bull story he may tell you. Believe roe, yours till death, to command, Colonel Roxbury." And, with another laugh, the defeated spirfrt turned his steed and rode away.

When the colonel bad gone from sight, the young man turned to his comimuioQ. "I trust you have received no injury bfiyond a fright, lady,** be began, and then stopped.

Sbe r*i*ed her head and looked Into his face. Both of them seamed astonished beyond woMk "fait you, Dickf" abe asked, trenn*

Dick's voice trembled aa he pronounced the name, which was evk^ntly a dear one to him.

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separated by fate, and a stern parent.

CHAPTER IV. f. TOR WKAL OB WOB.

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It waa an |mpw«eiveee»a. The minister waa a tell man with a grave fa**, and e«n be aoemed to be froyiwnlTTj the solemnity of the oe-

cT Ruthven had been Propped up with nil Iowa. The hand of death had Z* itimml unon that grand old face, bol through it all abone the firm faith la Uuxsurrcctiptt. f.:

Death to snch a hero had indeed lost its bitter sting, and whatever panga. be suffered at leaving the world did not come from terror.

Many years before he had laid his wife to rest, and from that hour Lawrence Ruthven had never found an hour of happiness, for it seemed to him that the better part of his life was buried with her.

True, he had seea his son grow up with pride, and had seemed to enjoy the life of a retired banker, but to himself he often acknowledged that the nappiest moment he could know- would be that of death. .*L

To such a nature, reserved always and even melancholy at times, the grave has little or no terror, and be looked upon his release with thankfulness.

The injustice of which he had been guilty in risking a portion of his ward's fortune had been the only thing that had troubled his mind, and this would now be wiped out by the marriage that was about to take place.

From where he lav the old man could look out of two windows. The sun was sinking down in the Western sky, and such a picture as was presented never before, perhaps, greeted the eyes of a dying man.

From the front window he could see the gleam of the Hudson, over whose bosom a palace steamer was even then sweeping.

Beyond lay the grand heights that towered aloft in all their majesty, while above them the blue dome of Heaven stretched far away beyond the reach of mortal vision.

Looking out of the back window (for his room was in one of the wings and commanded a view in three directions) he could see the slope that led down to the flower garden, the row of quince trees that skirted the hollow, with their golden fruit gleaming among the dark Feaves, tho thousands of many hued flowers, and the stately orchards beyond with their burdens of fruit, while by

moving his head, the dying man could see the waving fielda of grain that were rapidly yielding to the cunning harvest-

It seemed strange that any man could look upon this most beautiful scene, knowing that he owned what his eyes for the most part beheld, and then turn with a smile to welcome the cold hand of death that would take him away from this fair spot but the old soldier firmly believed his Bweet wife, whom he had lost so many years ago, was waiting to welcome him to the spirit-land, and there was nothing that could* cause him to hesitate about going, if the choice was left with him.

All was now ready for the ceremony. The butler and housekeeper had been called in as witnesses to the ceremony, an honor that excited thetn both.not a little, and the good dame was continually brushing and smoothing her dress and touching up her cap slyly when she thought no one was looking.

Violet looked at Roy beuding over his father. Was ever man so noble as he

Standing thero, lookiug out into the future, all seemed bright and rose-tinted. not comprehend what real pain $afit just then. .......

True, her heart felt for Roy.^ A dozen tiihes Bhe had said to herself: •Poor Roy, I am so sorry for you," but sho was filled with a delicious, tremulous jov that nothing clso could temain long in ber heart.

Poor Violet! nt The future, fortunately, lay unknown beyond, and sho could not see what trouble was in store for her. She thought herself tho happiest girl in all the wide world just then, and so perhaps she may have been, but it was not to last,

Roy arose at last from his task of love, and the dying man with a wave of his hand desired that the eeremony should proceed.

Then they two stood before the minis-

It was indeed a solemn scene. Life might be compared to the oourse of a river. First the rivulets come leaping down the mountain side, sparkling and noisy, joining hands. That is birth.

They then form the river that flows on peacefully until a junction is formed with another stream. That is marriage. The water is disturbed for a while, but gradually the foam disappears, and the two lives thus jointly together glide onward just as peacefully as before.

Hark! there sounds a terrible roar. Tho mighty river plunges over tho falls, and then emerges into the beautiful sunlit sea, where the waters all mingle to form one great unity. That is death and the resurrection.

The beautiful Episcopal form of the marriage ceremony was gone through with, and then, as the newly married couple knelt before the man of God, he pronounced a benediction upon them.

Roy's wife! For weal or woe he had taken her, and until time, to bim, should be no more he would cherish ber. What holy thoughts surged through the gentle heart of the young wife, as kneeling beside the dying man, with his head upon their bowed heads, he gave them Hie

And Ttoy, what of him? He had married without love, but was not the case justifiable? His dying father wished it, the property would be saved, but these causes alone would never have influenced him.

Violet loved him with all ber heart and soul. He loved no one else, and though the affection he gave her was not what a man should have toward the woman he intended to make his wife, yet in time he might grow to love her.

Besides, she would not know. He intended doing his whole duty by her, and making her life a sunny one! They could get on well together and besides, she loved him "so intensely that every

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realize that there is

rwjprodty of afftction, and that love can not live alone. Still beitaald, to Roy honor, that be ani

trtbeTbappy io his laat tours, and the lirl herself. Bealdee, when ber was gone, die might have a"trev to eome fortune-hunter.

There was nothing selfish about Roy. himself out in every condevaMe way. in order to assist

He would put concievable way, friend, and deem It no trouble, ao that this eiviror up what hopes he had Indulged in of a literary/utureln the port metropolia was but following out hia

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How lovingly he raised bis dying sire in his strong arms*while he arranged the pillows. With what tended hands he smoothed the clothes around him. How her heart throbbed with a wild joy to think that this king among men, so manly, so noble, so good, so gontle, bad chosen her of all tho world to bo his wife.

Roy lifted up her face, and she put her arms around his neck so lovingly that he could not help kissing her twice.

As he made his way back to the room where his father lay, Roy was a little troubled. He began to see that it would not be so easy to deceive his wife after all, for she would expect him to be loving. For a time ber heart might make excuses for him, but could it last

Thus it was that Roy began to feel uneasy about the step he nad taken, not on his own account, but hers.

This feeling was quickly dispelled by the words of his father, who blessed him

my words come true. She is a diamond In the rough, but before many years have gone by she will shine above moat women. Oh, be tender with her Roy. In time you twill learn to love her better than all the world. It is impossible to know Violet and not love her. "Remember my words some day it will break on you like a light from Heaven, and you will realize that your life is bound up in her. 1 seem to see it with the prophetic vision that is sometimes granted to the dying. "Roy, my son, you have been the light of my life, and I pray God that your days may be long and happy, and that this dear old place may bloc again as during the first years of my married life. "Hold fast to my hand, son. I am going to meet your stunted mother, going with a smile on my lips and a prayer* of thankfulness in my heart I have fought the good fight and won the crown. Bertha! Bertha?"

He did not speak again after uttering his wife's name. Roy sat there holding his band and watching the white face and closed eyes.

Darkness fell without. The night lamp was lighted in the old man's room, ana Roy sat by the bedside still holding that cold hand in his.

Death came to this warrior as it comes to all those who believe and have faith, with joy, for it releases him from earthly trouble and bore his soul to a sweet haven of rest.

The hours passed by. A deadly silence reigned in the room that was only broken by the monotonous ticking of the clock. Violet had been in, but Roy knew her nerves were delicate, and at his wish she retired, leaving him to watch over the dying.

The old man held out until the small hours of the night. It was almost two o'clock when Roy heard his breathing cease. Then the hand clutched his fingers fiercely.

The young man bent over his father, his heart thrilled with emotion. Something like a sigh escaped the Colonel's lips, his head fell back, and tho weary soul had taken its flight.

Ten minutes later Roy was galloping toward the nearest town to notify the undertaker, for he felt that he would, choke in the house.

CHAPTER V. HIS WIFE.

Tho funeral was over. All that was earthly of the old warrior hod been laid to rest with his forefathers in the little graveyard beyond the hill, and Violet had planted beautiful flowers over the grave, which sho watched and tended almost daily.

All the servants at Cedar Heights had been letpined, for thoy were faithful domestics who had been in tho houso for years.

They loved tho new mistress, for she had always been kind to them. With her new position a dignity seomed added to Violet's manner. She was no longer tho young girl, but a wife, with a household to look after and a husband to love.

How she loved Roy words of mine could never portray. Her soul was wrapped up in him, and Roy could not but feel at times how unworthy ho was of this great affection.

He cared for her tenderly, but Roy was new at deception of any kind, and could not act a part. No one could dislike Violet, for she was as sweot and tender a little woman as God ever formed, but it was Roy's own conscience that played havoc with himself.

Sometimes, when Violet was most loving, he felt his heart stirred, and she was made happy by his kisses. After such times Roy was very

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She hid ber face on his shoulder. "You have not kissed me, Roy I thought it was the custom," she replied.

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Ho looked at the case from all sides. At tho bedside of his dying father he had weddod this gentle girl and sworn to cherish her forever.

The fact that he was bound to her forever sometimes made Roy wince. Ho did not love her, he said to himself a hundred times, aud perhaps never ,,

If this wai the case, what should his future conduct be? He could not go on thus Violet would soon notice his actions. Already on several occasions, when sho had been most demonstrative, he bad half-unconsciously drawn away from ber touch until aroused to a sense of what he was doing by some exclamation from her.

Once his actions had been so rude that Violet bad turned away with the first pain in her heart she had felt since her marriage, unwilling that be should see the tears in her eyes.

Roy's heart smote him on this occasion/and he quickly made her forget it by effecting a reconciliation.

Ho remembered it sitting in the library on that sunny afternoon. Poor Roy, he was in a sad quandary whichever way he turned, the prospect seemed to

He wanted to do right, and had thought he waa in carrying out the last wishes of his dear father. Now however, the mist was cleared from hi* brain, and Vie saw things in a clearer light.

It would have been much better had he refused to marry Violet—better for ber, better for him. In thinking upon the matter so much, be often magnified it, and thus affal rs grew worse.

Violet was in the flower garden again. All around her was as beautiful as the mind could conceive. She seemed to have everything to make her happy, but somehow* there was a damper on ber

"^At^t'lmes she would break out into a sweet song, and to look at her one would imagine the young wife was aa happy aa tbeday waa long.

By and by, however, the warbling would cease, and a shadow

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eeremony over, Roy led his

young wife to ber /oo®, airi wa. about to

her In order to .hasten back to

hia father when °*iced *P«jgng look upon her face that somehow atrock peng to Ma heart. "What la It, Violet, my wife! •akri. "T

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jaer face, as If sudden pain bad assailed her heart. ghe waa thinking of Roy. "Does be love me? Am I assure of his love aa that Heaven la above me? What a thought, and how asbameu I abould be that it found lodging in my

bent over a cluster of dwarf tuberosee and Inhaled their delicious perftune for a minute before continuing iter sorrowful musing. "Am I so sure that it is only coki imaBoning of the head? Would waa, for then I could easily benish it but there ia a pain in

^rt wWcfa I

cannot explain, and which hurts me so. Cmtinuad 9H Tford fafft,

Excessive Anxiety, or Prolonged Study will produce infirmity in the nenrous system. In proportion as the strength of that system expended upon the mind in troubled thought, so are the organs of digestion, assimilation and nutrition rendered inactive and sluggish in proportion as tho system becomes Infirm. Every individual has some one organ weaker than the rest, and this is always the first to suffer during nervous prostration for example, afflicting news sometimes causes total suspension of the muscular action of the heart, producing sudden hemorrhage and death. No doubt any longer remains of the practicability of restoring the nervous system, and through the nerves the muscles of Impaired gans.

FELLOWS' COMPOUNDthe STKUP

POPHOSPHITKB

stud tho

HY-or

has been proved to possess

such power in numerous Instances. It will impart strength to overcome trouble and affliction. Persons who are accustomed to look upon the dark side, and who see no *yrup soon those who

pleasure in living, on using this Syrup soon learn to value anu enioy life, and during lo romot ance in the brain.

ly deeply during long hours, will find in syrup a promoter of the power of endureintnebr There is no doubt of this fact, that an im paired nervous system causes consumption, neunvlgia, bronchitis, dyspepsia, asthma, whooping cough, heart disease, and a host of

effectually cures nervous debility, should cure these diseases also. "Remove the cause and the complaiut will cease."

HOT SPRINGS,

Ark., Feb.

JAMRS I. FKI.T.OWS,

Wkoerer jroitr*, irhcMTW yon ft*I that your ayMeaal neods eleenehw, to» I nap or rtliMlitlnr I vllboulM^oalfe^ take Mop Bitters.

B«Toytal|w peptia, Mdtitfd or urinary eorn piofcl, dmi it the «tomaM,l

Mood.

livtr orn«rtw« I Tott will ooradlfyonv Hop Wtte

28,1880.

Dear Sir:

liavo been

prescribing your liypophosuhites for several years, both In Canada aiul the United state but more particular! for invalius, where

•Jy at this famous resort thousands annually con

gregate. For those in whom the brain and n6rvous system has been exhausted from excesses or overwork, 1 have found no combination of remedies so prompt and efficacious in restoring tho vital forces. I hope that every person needing relief will avail themselves of so valuable a preparation.

Respectfully, ALEX. McMASTEK, M. D. FOR SALE BY ALL DRUGGISTS.

ifminkMaa ofbustn««,wo&k-

fit yon aro man of lottent tolling orormJ night wont, to rrwtor* brain ncrrtianii Ivast*. uae Hop B. Iraffaringfr^iMty Inltioii if you sro murIrounK, nuTerlng from Ung on abed of aioklBltters.

wMd bjr tho atmta of jonr datlM »r»ld •ttmalaata an a Mop Bittara.

IFTMHTROUFM

dlMtvUon or dEialj1 Hod or aingle, old orl poorhMlth or li im* nly oa

HOP

Ifycm»re« Hj weak »nd ow *plrit**t, tl It mayI saveyou lfe« It haa[ anved hundreds.

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Thonaandj dls an I anally from Mm*

haw boon proven by a timoly unof HopBlttara

D. I. O.

la an absolute and irroai*ta bio ou ro for dnmkonean, uaq of opium, tobaooo,or n&rooiiosa

Sold by dragirt»U. Head tor Circular. HOP RtTTSSS irro co., •Mhwttr, S.

NEVER

FAIL

A Toronto, Onl.

cos-

tlveness wo cannot cure with west's Vegetable Liver Pills, where tho directions are strictly compiled, with. They are purely vegetable and nover fall to give satisfaction. Sugar coated. Largo boxes, containing 80 pills, 25 cents. For salo by all druggists. Beware of counterfeits and imitations. The genuine manufactured only by JOHN C. WEST A CO., "The Pill Makers," 181 and 183 W. Madison street, Chicago. Free trial package sent by mall prepaid on rocolpt of a 8 cent stamp.

BIIPS

^GILT EDSEv^t

roNlC

18 A THOROUGH REMEDY

In every case of Fever and Ague, while for Disorders of tho Stomach, Torpidity of tho Liver, Indlgeatlon and disturbances of the Animal forces, which debilitate, it has no equivalent and can have no substitute, it should not be confounded with the triturate compounds of cheap spirits and essential oils often sold under the name of Bitters.

Fred H. Katzenbach, Wine and Spirit MenNo. 218 south Fourth ant, wholesale agent, «et, Terre Haute, Ind.

Moore's (Lens Shaped)

The Great MahHa I Antidote. Sold by DruggfeU, or Dr. C. C. Moor«, Cortl.-ifxit St. New York.

Zxnmlu*Ho to every fkmlly.

A m«W Bisir'y to*"™ dlflMM Tnm all othw-tt removes Uw worm ifgrr. "•Sr. C. Mlatt. iudgrvllle. 11,4 Twenty ymn' «p*eil nmrtir* with cblWrrn has 1*0 to* t")M Rinenatt'a Worm Ia*hi|«. 1 gtve itev my wwalHlw tnflowament.

Br. L. tatiwi Illinois, says Rtoofeart1* Worm an* lb* ofliy •ptrtSC tr wiifira I barm fcurut*

®r.~F.M.Mfmmmmrr. Jmcimm, Michigan, •ays: regard RiMbtltt Worm fm

TIM BI*KHART MKD1CIXK CO., Troy, O.

sm.

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