Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 13, Number 33, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 10 February 1883 — Page 7

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

ROSE WHITE.

Continued from, Sixth Po.ge. "But the disappointmeat when the allotted time for an answer has passed and we do not bear from Rose, will it not hurt ber "Please God, no," answered the doctor, and then added to himself, "she will be beyond reach of harm by tnat time." "How is my little patient to-day?" he asked as they "entered the room, and Mrs. De Lacy placed a chair by the side of the bed. "Better?" "Oh, no, doctor I shall never be any better." "Tut! tut! that is nonsense of course you will be better and now let me tell yon apiece of new$. We are going to advertise, the papa is,In the N. Y. Herald for astray sister. How is that

Her little hand caught hold of the doctor's. "Oh," she said, "I have thought of that so often." "Andwb'y didn't yon speak of it?you couldn't expect such a bright idea to creep into two stupid old heads asquickJy as into yours." "And I have it" all worded," she broke in. "So have I,'' said the doctor, with an effort to be jocose, "let me see which is best." "My wild Kose Flossie is dying, and wants to see you so much come home!"

The doctor bit bis lips nervously, and Mr. White walked toward the window at which Mrs. De Lacy was standing. "You will not permit this nonsense," she said sharply too sharply for the ii^plng ears Of UiG little girl on the bed# "Oh, papa," she cried in an anguish of fear, ••notnine else will find her! don't refuse, papa!"

Mr. White turned toward tho bed. "Lester, I must beg of you—" began Mrs. De Lacy, laying ber white hand upon his shoulder to detain him. "Mrs. Do Lacy," ho said coldly, as bo drew himself away, "there is one thing which may as well be understood first as last there Is no one who can dare to come between me and the wishes of that dear child with impunitythen, as he approached the tied. "It shall be just as you wish my dear," he said.

Mrs. De Lacy grew white to the very lips. It was a very unwise speech and when tho'poor companion is the wife of tho wealthy Lester White, Esq., he will perhaps suffer for it.

Four days bad passed since the insertion of the advertisement, and there seemed to be hope left in any one but Flossie. "It will liod her," she said with a little satisfied uod of her head.

Mrs. De Lacy was dropping out her medicine. watch is such a shabby apolog/ for a timepiece, that I am afraid to trust it,"shosaid. "If you could get a clock for this room, Mr. White, it would be much lettpr."

He drew his heavy watch from his pocket and took the cliain from hisneck. "Wear this," he said, "till something better can bo done."

The noxt day toward evening, as Mrs. De lacy came up from the kitchen, where she had been superintending the making of a bowl of gruel for Flossie, very much to old Haunah's outspoken disgust, she hoard the bustle of an arrival in the hall. She paused in the door, out of sight, aud saw a lady pass into the drawing-room. "Who is it?" she asked the servant as he passed her. "Miss Hose, who has been away so

rs. De Lucy hurried up stairs to her aoy own room. The gruel cooled upon her bureau but she had evidently forgotten it, as she was quickly going though her wardrobe, in evident intention or donning her best apparel to meet the stranger.

In the drawing-room below Rose was kneeling at her lather's feet. "I have suffered so much," she sobIfrQCla

Hejmirhed back the hair from the face he had been so proud of. "My poor child," ho said, "we have all suffered." "And Flossie is alive yet "Yes, thank God twit you are in black." "My husband Is dead, papa I am all alone." "And his sister—"

Kose arose to hor feet. "His sister 1" sheexclaimed, while her eyes flashed, "is a fiend a brute without a brute's maternal instincts. She left her little boy to die on my

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ran away with a gambler. She deceived me into marriage, and then when she found she could gain nothing by it, she abused me, until one day, more horrible than the rest, she struck me then Charlie opened the door and turned her out but she came back and and

forgiveness said she had been drinking and we forgave her but when Charlie and Freddie both grew ill from a contagions fever she ran off with one of ber companions, and left them to die with me. Oh, father, bow I hate that woman." "I knew she was a bad woman," said Mr. White, "she uever could have deceived me."

There waa a creaking noise in the hall and when Mr. White opened the door, he saw one of the servants going out of the hall door. "Is that you, Hannah?" he asked sternly.

But sheouly walked faster and did not answer. Then Mr. White and Rose went up to Flossie's room.

I knew it was you, dear Roaie," she wU-1, leaning forward from tBe pillows that bolstered her up. "I knew you would come, dear Rosie."

Rose knelt by the bedside and taking the two little bands in hers, covered them with ber kisses and her tears.

Don't cry, dear Rosie I will be all right now. I knew vou would come before it was too late, and to-morrow would hare been too late."

Oh, no, Flossie." Ro«e sobbed. Ye«," she said, it is growing late. Jxok at the fire files on the wall. Isn't it funny? I am hungry, Rosie, so hungrv. I

Sin you give me something to

eat? That chicken broth. Yes, that is verv good." ••'Will you have some more, dear Flossie

No, that is enough."

But you only took one spoonful, and vou said von were hungry. am not now, Rosie bat lam so sleepy* How the shadows come and go upon the wall. Let me lay down, will you I guess I will go to deep.

Rose placed the pillows lor her to lie on. ••Now," nhe «dd, with a Uttle ^f content, "I can go to sleep. t»« 1-

Rottfe, you will hold my hand wh sleep t« katf me from baa dreams."

Then she sank to sleep, ai Hose laid the hands one side, it was because the dear Saviour had gathered them into his own, that were stronger and safer.

The servant who was sent an hour afterward to call Mrs. De L«cy, reported that the door was locked and she could not waken ber. "She is tired, poor woman," said Rose let her sleep till morning we do not need her here."

But as she did not appear at breakfast next morning Mr. White sent up again and the servant, whose curiosity was aroused, cnme down with word that the door was not only locked, but the key was gone.

Mr White could not understand it and yet he did not feel much anxiety until the servant came back from the kitchen and reported that James had seen her going toward the depot an hour after Miss Rose arrived.

Then Mr. White bad the door forced open and found the room in disorder. Her best clothes gone her hat and shawl. Her jewel boxes empty upon the bureau, whose drawers were standing open and empty.

What can it mean, Rose?" he asked. I do not know, papa." "She cannot have been jealous of you?" half doubtingly.

I c\o not see why." Why, Rose, 1 had promised to-mar-rv her, and she knew Flossie was against it." 1

Perhaps, papa, she thought I might dislike it." "But why should she go in this way, even if you did

I am mire I can't tell. She may come back. What time is it now, papa?" Mr. White felt for his watch, and his face crimsoned.

I haven't my watch on," he said. She is rather nice looking, papa she does not look as if she woulatlo anything to make ber run away," said Rose, looking at a photograph that had been left on the mantelpiece.

That is not her picture," said Mr. White, that is a photograph of Mrs. Arnold, Doctor Wyckoffe's sister. I have one of hers here," and with something of a blush he took his diary from an inner pocket, and from its recesses drew forth a photograph that he handed to Rose.

It does not ilatter her at all, he said, "still the likeness is very good." Rose gazed ai it with horror. ....

Father," she said, with a cry that is Louise Van Dyke." I doubt if Mr. White would have readily believed her assertion if he had been able to take his watch from his pocket but be said at last, brokenly:

She wanted me to try to find you." Yes at first, perhaps before she was sure of you thinking to win my favor that way, and believing that I would assist her, if I had the chancy, but after she thought she had secured you, did she qrge you then ^o," he said, and then walked over to the mantelpiece, and leaned his head against it. "Papa," said Rose, softly, "can you not forgive me fully now?"

He opened his arms. Can you forgive me?" he asked. And as Rose drew near him, he folded her in his embrace, and pressed a kiss upon her brow. The first be had given her since hor return.

You will always stay with, me, 'Rose," he said. And she answered softly

Always."

Mad Blundon

THE NIGHT OF YEARS.

BY DAYTON MULGROVE.

HAPTER XII.

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The sudden fall of Mrs. Rader brought Kent Adams to his feet. He raised her in his arms and placed her on the little lounge, and quickly seized the dipper from the pail ana dashed some water into the widow's face.

She revived with a gasp. "Where—where is he?" she said,as she found voice once more. "He?" "Yes, that awful hunchback." "He went out just as you fainted, my dear," said Mr. Adams. "Waalt he that caused vou to Ikint "Yes—no—that is, I felt suddenly oppressed. I have such spells sometimes." stammered the woman,ber face still pale from the recent fright. "You must be careful of yourself, PRIIIR."

She looked up quickly,a queer expression in her eyes. "Perhaps my heart is afiected,''shesaid with a deep sigh. "I may die at any moment." "Hush, Paula!" "It would be better forme, I think." "Paula!" "I am of no account in the world. It's a life-and-death struggle for me to make both ends meet now, and "Not so bad as that, I hope." "It is, indeed. We are very poor. Kent. Life has nothing bright ana

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romising in the future. But for my Robert, I should not care to live another day," am* the widow sighed heavily, a tear stealing from under ber dark lasher.

Kent Adams was kneeling at her feet in a moment, a pitying look in his eyes. "Paula, Paula," he whispered, "you are ever despondent. You are yet young aud beautiful, tbe most beautiful of your sex. I have been led to respect and feel kindly toward you of late. I wronged you in tbe past 6y cruel,unjust suspicions. I am rich anything I have is at your disposal. How can I help you, Paula

She trembled under tbe rapid torrent of words that fell from 4ii« lips. His arm encircled her waist.

She understood her power then. A feeling of joyous triumph entered bet heart. "You can do nothing. lean not accent bounty from you/' she said, halfsobbing. "Bounty!"

A sudden light dawned upon his sout. "Paula, there is a way out of vour difficulties be my wife, dearest, can protect and care for you then, as I will have a right to do."

She dung convulsively to his nod. lie knew that he was answered. umpb

Her heart swelled with triumph. The widow had conquered. The hopes

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of a lifetime were about to meet with fruition.

My pen is too "feeble to describe the feelings of poor Vivia when she found herself once more in the power of her old enemy.

For what a low price lad she bartered her liberty. IHf? Brady was utterly unscrupulous, utt devoid of the finer feelings of hum tally. She was hit wife beyend re1- 'V

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call,his lawfully-wedded wile, and "here was no hope of escape from the om, which to poor Vivia, wa3 worse iban death a thousand fold.

Once more Vivia was thrust into her prison room and left her own sad reflections.

Duff Brady stood alone with his sister in the front room. "Well," said Nell Brady, "you have got the girl once more, it seems." "Yes. She is my wife now, nnd as such she shall acknpwledge herself before the world," said the miner, sternly. "To-morrow I shall put distance between Higbrock and myself and wife." "Whither will you go ••To the nearest port and sail at once for Detroit,where I shall make my claim to the property left by my wife's mother." "You will be compelled to produce proof of Mrs. Adam's death." "Which I can easily do. I shal need a sworn statement from Hi Brock. She died under his roof, you rem- mber, something over a year ago." "I remember," returned the v.- man "but where is Brock? Can he be i»nnd?" "Certainly. I beard from himwnly a month since. He is at home attending to his patients." "Duff, have you taken into consideration the fact tbat this Hi Brock may have turned against you "Yes but I can't believe thatb- has," "You remember the slip of paj containing that terrible warning Who but Hi Brock knows of the secrets of the madhouse

A shadow swept the face of the miner. "Who, surely. Yet it can not 13 that he indicted that epistle. Some other person has found out the manner of Ora Adams' death and hopes to frighten me." "Indeed. Then Brock haa proved treacherous." "I'll tell you what suspect,"re turned Brady. "You remember tbat hunchback peddler. Blundon V*

"He Was one of Brock's patients." "Are you sure "Yes I saw him once in the madhouse. He has escaped by some means, and crazy though he is, be has remembered some things thrt occurred in the asylum, and has sent me this wari-.ng. It's a mad freak of an escaped lunatic." "Granting that, how did Blundon. a crazy old mau, know that you were in any way connected with Ora's confinement in tho mad house?'' "That I can't explain. Lunatics .ire very cunni* sometimes. Perhaps he was fascinated by Ora's beauty, and his brain haa dwel continually on the woman and her sufferings. Seeing me there once, his cunning brain has connected my presence with the unhappy fate of Ora Adams." "A doubtful supposition," muttered the sister.

The hours passed very slowly to the voung wife in her prison chamber. The hope that bad animated her breast for a time was utterly gone now. Her new-found father would not attempt to rescue again. She read that much in his face.

Nor could she blame him. She was Duff Brady's lawful wife. His claim was paramount to all others.

The darkness of despair was settling down upon her bruised and bleeding heart.

Amid all her troubles, however, came one rav of sunlight. The liandsome, boyish face of Robert Rader haunted her like some half-for-gotten dream, and ber thoughts reverted to him in her trouble.

Through him her first rescue had been brought about. Since that first night, when she made her escape to the front room of the miner's cabin, that noble face had been with her, sleeping or waking.

Tbe youth had done much for her. Would he cease his efforts in her behalf now that she was the wife of the villainous miner

This question troubled her not a little. Would Robert, like her father give up all efforts after hearing the truth

She feared that he would. She had no claim upon his good offices now, for she was Dun Brady's wife, and no man, knowing the truth, wonld dare to interfere between man and wife.

Her case was hopeless. She rose to ber feetand paced thefloor, her heart torn and bleeding with contending emotions.

She meditated self destruction, and looked about the chamber for some weapon with which to accomplish it.

The small oil lamp lighted the room but dimly. There was no weapon on which she could lay her hands.

She sank down at last, utterly exhausted. Tbe hours dragged slowly on.

Footsteps sounded in the narrow hall without. Some one was coming!

Struggling to her feet, Vivia faced the door, with pale, frightened face and wildlv beating heart.

Slowly the door swung open, creaking dismally on its hinges. The villainous face of Duff Brady peered into the room.

A sinister smile lurked about the mouth, a covetous glow Darning from his wicked, black eyes.

He crossed the threshold and approached. "How is my sweet wife to-night?" he said, with a disagreeable smirk. "Please not to trouble yourself about my welfare," she returned, with all tbe calmness she could assume, under the circumstances. "Oh, it's not a trouble, but a pleasure to be with you, my sweet." "Please leave tbe room I would be alone." "You would, eh No doubt," with a menacing leer "but, you see, it's neither right nor natural for man and wife to live apart."

Vivia shuddered as the full meaning of his words entered her brain. "Wheu I married you. Duff Brady, you promised on your oath "Bah!" he sneered. "Did you take me for a fool Have done with nonsense, Vivia. You are my wife, and as such you shall live with me before the worla. I have come now to conduct you to your bridal chamber."

Vivia's face grew wh his •w orth*.

He advanced and laid his hand on ber arm.* Just then a stifled scream came borne along to their ears.

Duff Brady turned suddenly. He had left the door half open Ibe sound of voices readied his ears, the opening and shutting of a door tben hurried footsteps along the passsage.

With a muttered oath tbe miner sprang to thodoor. Just as be did so, a clinched hand felled him to the floor, and tbe next moment Vivia fell fainting in the arms of Robert Rader.

The youth lifted tbe light form in Ms arms and counded over the prostrate miner, out into tho narrow passage.

Duff Brady waa not long In regaining hi* feet. He dashed through the passage, and

soon gained the front room. It was empty, save for the presence of his sister Nell, who sat in a chair with her arms pinioned behind her back. "By Heaven! what does this mean he thundered, white with rage. "Rader and the hunchback have done this," said Nell.

Drawing his knife, the miner cut the cords that bound his sister. "Which way did they go he demanded fiercely. "Through the door, outside, of course," she returned. "Did you think they flew up through the roof?"

Seizing bis revolver, which was always handy, Duff Brady sprang to the outter door and flung it open.

Then he sprang backward with a startled cry. The gleaming muzzle of a revolver was levelea in his face, the keen eye of the hunchback glancing alqng the barrel.

CHAPTER XIII.* TURRET ISLE.

Under all the triumphant feeling that filled tbe heart of Paula Rader, was a shadowy sense of coming evil.

The voice of the old peddle, "Betvarc! the secrets of a mad house may yet be revealedrang continually in her ears.

Well might those words haunt her like a horrid nigh tmare. Beautiful, softspoken woman though she was, she had good cause to keep a portion of her past life hidden from moral sight.

For many months a pale, sad, woemarked face had haunted her soul continually.

Strive to thrust it out as she would, the sad, haunting face was always with her.

Months ago that sad*face had gone down to the grave, and a small voice was whispering in the widow's ear the name murderess!

Paula was not the happy woman she expected to be, after gaining that declaration from the lips bf the man she had shamelessly schemed to win.

Somehow the very breeze, wafted from the broad bosom of Superior, seemed to whisper of dark deeds—to murmur like the dying wail of a lost spirit in her ear.

She must escape from her at once. Delays were dangerous! What might not the hunchback have learned

Be was once an inmate of Brock's private mad house! He must know something of the history ot the poor woman who found death under its roof.

Kent Adams must never know the shameful story with which his promised wife was connected—never!

A speedy marriage, and then all would be safe. On the afternoon of that eventful day, while the two stood under the vinewreathed p^rch of the Rader cottage, Paula, in a hesitating, tremulous voice, and with many blushes, broached the subject of a speedy marriage. "Anything to suit you, my dear," he said, caressing her heavy masses of black hair with his large, white hand. "I have no one to live for only you, Paula. My poor child has gone from me into adarker place than the grave. My tears have fallen for her, In pity and regret, that she should choose such a life. I had sworn to have the heart's blood of Duff Hard wick for robbing me of. my wife and child in the long ago. Oh, Paula, you can not understend how I have brooded over the hour when I should have that evil man in ray power! The time came, aud then I found that my lost lone was this man's wife. That was too much yet I could not harm him then. I will devote my life hereafter to your happiness Paula!" "You are very bitter against Ora and her child." "I have cause to be," he muttered. "My wife has been shorn of happiness by a false, treacherous, wicked woman." "And the man wh? led her into temptation "Ay, the man who entered my home like a serpent, to sting me when I least expected It. My curse will follow him to the grave, him and all connected with that dark epoch in my life."

The widow shuddered and clung tenaciously to her companion's arm. His bitter words cut her guilty heart like a knife. "What is it. Paula?" tenderly. "How terrible it must be to bear the .curse of a wronged husband to the end

Do you know, Kent, I shuddered to think bow near I once came "Hush, Paula! Let the past lie buried. The future is all we have to look to now."

A sweet silence fell between them. 11 Von "Well,'Paula?" "You will consumate our marriage when I will it?" "So I said." "v "It shall be to-night, then." "To-night!" "Yes, 1 dare not wait "Kent, I'm afraid you do not love me," said thqjtoidow, with a childish pout. "Love you? You wrong me, Paula. I love you better than any woman now living." "Now living?" "Yes I am growing old, Paula. No woman can ever fill the place, once filled in my heart by sweet, false-hearted Ora Wincomb. Oh, Paula, that was the one mad passion of my life. I loved as no mortal loved before. I worshiped the very ground she trod upon."

A frown mantled the widow's brow. "You still love a shadow of the past," said the woman, slowly, in a tone of grieved surprise. The dead Ora "Hush, Kiula!" he exclaimed. "You do not understand. That first love of my heart is sacred still. Ora Wincomb is held sacred in the inner precincts of my sorely tried heart. I can never part with that. But for tbe woman who betrayed my name, and burdened it with disgrace, for that woman I have only deepest hate. Ora Wincomb was above tbe angels Ora Adams a degree lower than tbe meanest being created. Can

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Her brain grew dizzy objects whirled before ber blurred vision, and for the moment she believed that death was coming to her relief.

Mrs. Rader. "Will vou consent to our immediate marriage, lient?' "I will consent. We will be married to-night. It's better so, perhaps, and to-morrow we will start on our return to Detroit, where I have large business interests. Your son shall havea paying position at once. That will be satisfactory, I think." "Anything that pleases you will satisfy me." "1 will go to Highrock for a minister at once." "Kent, I have abetter plan "Well?"

She pointed out into the ?ake where dim, blue line touched the water. vTbat is Turret Isle," she said. "It is two miles front here, and about one mile from tbe shore. On that island lives an old man and his family. The island contains ten acres of fertile soil. Squire Wilson has built him a fine boose and lives like the kind thai he is being monarch of all he surveys. What more romantic than to cram tbe water to Squire Wilson's and be married there?"

A smile flitted over tbe speculator's face, You ia*e not lost all romantic nc-

tions yet, I eefe£|Well,I am willing, and should enjoy the ride, but we will need a clergyman all the same." "Not so. ^Squire Wilson is a justice the peace. He has performed more

Tiage ceremonies than any minister (he% upper peninsula. His fees ,iiintv to quite a little sum yearly, I are you," returned the widow. Where is Robert? He will accompa*iSfof course?" "We

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_y dark, well and good, if not, then we .will go without him. I think he went off with Mad Blundon this morning." "Mad Blundon "Yes, that's what I term that hunchback peddler. His eyes show plainly that he's insane. Have you never noticed it?" "Not particularly."

The afternoon waned, and the shadow of night drooped down upon the rugged shores of Superior without bringing the abseut Robert.

Kent Adams and his betrothed walked down to the landing. Robert's boat lay rocking idly on the water. "It's a wonder he went away without his boat," said Mr. Adams. "Yes. I've no doubt he's walked to the village with the peddler. They seem to be friends on short acquaintance." "Itseemsso. There's something peculiar about tbat peddler you call Mad Blundeu. He it was that gave me information of my daughter's wheieabout. He seems very intelligent." "Yes," murmured the widow faintly, a cold chill creeping over her.

Somehow the shadow of coming evil associated itself with the mad peddler, and Paula Rader could not banish him from her thoughts.

Kent Adams raised the little sail, and they were soon gliding out upon the waters of the great inland sea.

Half an hour later the keel of the little craft grounded upon the sand at Turret Isle.

Furling his sail, and securing his boat, Adams assisted his fair companion to land*

As they walked up the gradual rise toward the square, wood-colored building, embowered in evergreen^, the white, round moon rolled above the horizon, and sent long bars of silver light across the rippling surface of the lake.

Paula Rader turned and glanced backward over her shoulder. The soft light of the moon touched her fair face, adding new beauty to its resplendent charms. "Look, dear Kent," she murmured softly. "See how the silver moonbeams kiss the water and touch this gem of a sea with its mellow fingers. Islt not an omen of good for the opening of our married lives?" "Let us believe it to be," he returned, soberlv.

The fates that were carrying him forward to an unholy alliance with this scheming woman, touched his soul with sudden misgiving, and he became suddenlv gloomy ana abstracted.

Duff Brady recoiled before the muzzle of Blundou's revolver, his face paling with sudden fear.

He recovered himself in a moment, however. "Out of my path, you miserable hunchback," he thundered, "or I'll send a bullet through your brain."

A low, mocking laugh fell on his ear. "Raise your arm and you die!" hissed the peddler. "I am master of the situation now. I don't propose to bave-you follow my friends too closely."

Duff Brady was white \«ith baffled

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abond thief to rob me of my wife?" "Your wife!" another sneer disfigured the face of Blundon. "Vivia Adams is not your wife. The spirit of her fair, murdered mother appeals to me from the spirit land to protect and save her child. You think me mad. I lived long enough under Hi Brock's accursed roof to attest his murderous cruelty to Ora Adams, under your direction. Her dying lips bade me go forth to succor her child, and Heaven helping me, I will not disappoint her."

Brady recoiled before the invective of the escaped lunatic. If Blundon was mad, there was surely method in hiB madness. "Duff Hardwick, I go now, but I warn you not to follow. You will do so at your peril. Cross my path again after this hour and you shall die! I have sworn it, and Mad Blundon never lies."

With that the peddler turned and darted away into the nights. [TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK.]

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