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28 The New York Library. sich a sight, but it couldn’t be helped. It was her or him, Milly, and it better be him by all odds.” Nathalia now came forward to perform kindly offices for the wounded man. “ Don’t touch me! don’t touch me!” he ex- claimed. “Your fingers will burn me. like fire.” “ Look at me, Uncle Ralph! It is Nathalia who speaks to you,” she added, earnestly. ‘No, no! your face is too like your moth- er’s,”’ he answered, with mournful bitterness. ‘| own daughter! « You have sometimes tol! me that I was quite unlike her, except in form, having my father’s features,” she replied. “ Other eyes might not see the similitude, but mine can, girl,” returned Ralph, clutching the ground, spasmodioaay. i his agony. “ Raise him,” said the skins.” Bernard approached to assist Kerly in . the performance of this office. .Ra]ph did not .per- ceive him until the friendly act was accom- plished. ‘“ You ‘have come, too, to acense me!” he groaned. “I must look all the evil of my life in the face, must I, in these last tortured mo- _ments of existence ? Maledictions on the maniac ‘who gave me this wound !” “My son,” said Father Brady, “this is not a time to indulge in bitterness and recrimination. Your sands of life are fast ebbing. In a little while you will be beyond the, reach of human sympathy and aid. You have a wounded soul, which God only. can heal. Look at this blessed symbol of redemption, and confess your sins be- fore it be too late.” Father Brady held a cross before the wander. ing eyes of Ralph. “Take if away! I have scorned it too long!” A fiercer pang wrung from him a cry of suf, ‘fering. “The merey of God.is a white-robed angel that never flies from the repentant soul, but _ persuades. it to confession with soft and loving tears,” continued Father Brady. “My life,” retorted Ralph, almost fiercely, has been one of hatred and vindictiveness !”’ “Pour, your heavy burden into my ear, m son, and I will do all that a humble servant of God may for the dying.” of hope and joy. The mysterious man, Nathalia grew dead]y pale,.and fainted. Ber- | ished as much as possible. Between father and nar! caught her as she was falling. Amazement, joy, and horror, were alternate] pictured upon Whitelaw’s face. He staggered under the intelligence, as if it were too astound- ing, too monstrous, to believe. “Wretched, wretched man!” he murmured. “Could human hatred seek such fiendish grati- ficatin ?” “Marry him to his own daughter!” muttered Kerly, angrily. ‘‘ Wanted to marry him to his It’s well you've got that pistol- shot in your side; if you hadn’t, I should be tempted to give it to ye, plum’ centre!” Bernard, though shocked, experienced a glow ite- law, was no longer his rival. hitelaw, “and lay him on |with sudden énergy. opm and Aer beaut Foo]l—blind fool! “Look at her! look at.her!’”’ said Ralph, “Could ye not see Aer reproduced in that girl? drew her from the copper mine to cast her into a nant’ ag pit—to let you drag her down, down, Edward !” tween them. “ Ah, ha!” interposed Owen. “He that runs beside me told me that Queen Nattie must not ‘mate with the melancholy one. said: ‘ Down—down—down ” Owen's devil I put Tawny be- I said: ‘Let them cut you to pieces, Tawny, but never you move.’ ”’ Nathalia had revived sufficiently to hear this. Whitelaw could no longer repress his emotions. He drew her to his breast in a paternal enibrace, He shed sacred tears upon her head, and thank- ed God for their mutual escape. Tawny no longer stood bet-veen them. “To you, Owen, to you, we owe everything!” cried Nathalia, in a transport of gratitude: |by-and-by, Queen Nattie, who'll be ha knee] at your throne all day.” 5 lar and startling development. “Never you fear, Nattie!” answered Owen, ‘The whisperer says there’ll be somebody that ou can say ‘ Yes,’ to. You'll have a subject, py te Then to Tawny- ‘Never you go between ’em, Tawny !” “This,” said Father Brady, “is a most singue Misdirected man, repent, repent!” Ralph groped about wildly with his hands, and his breathing grew short. ear. “The hour has gone—has gone—has gone!” His hollow voice fell unpleasantly upon every He paused a moment, then added, with less ‘Whitelaw watched the distorted features of the colierency : man with melancholy interest. Again those fragments. of memory that had on several oc- casions visited him, floated dimly through the chambers of his mind. “ Edward —- Edward! stand away!” gasped Ralph, glancing at Whitelaw in terror. “What dol hear? Who calls me Edward ?”’ eried the latter. “ Don’t glare at me in that way! I loved her before you! But you won her—yow had a more persuasive tongue.” Ralph lifted himself partially from the skins, trembling gg} “ William! William !” ‘articulated Whitelaw, with diffieulty. ‘Is it indeed your voice that I hear—a voice that I believed death had silenced long ‘ago ?” “So you know me at last, Edward Graham !” ‘retorted Ralph, with a sardonic laugh. Mh see anything that. looks like your brother illiam in this: hate-stricken face? Have years _ Jeft any vestiges of the once innocent boy? Ay, look at me! It is me—I did not die’ as was re- ported ; 1 dived to dash the eup of bliss from your ‘lips. I whispered in her ears; while! you | were absent, the falsehoods that broke her heart. I gave hersuch damning rest of your perfidy, that she believed, and died... My vengeance was not complete till I had artfully blackened her meniory in your mind, so that you had no heart to look upon her grave. It wasemy ageney that ‘ did all this.” “Unhappy man!” groaned Whitelaw. “ There is more to relate; you had a daugh- ter, of whom, after her mother’s death, you lost all trace. This hand took her from you! _ I en- vied you anything that would remind you of your lost love. ' She might sometime, too, minister “Can. | “Don’t betray. the secret; Nattie. Swear— swear! ‘Is it dark down in the pit? Is the ‘water cold? TI’ll go down after you. Don’t be afraid of uncle Ralph, child! Yes, Whitelaw ma Silly creature — silly creature! what I know! remain With you. Yes—yes—say yes! If she knew But Ill tell them afterward ; they shall know it when it’s too Jate. Ah! that will brand them with shame and grief! The will fly from each Other as if the ange] of deat had thrust himself between them. Ha, bh! ~ Don't threaten me, Stratton; it has all fallen to ‘the ground. Take her—take her! Be careful about that ladder. How it trembles! The livhte have gone out. “ Bring out the miner's lamps. I’m ecold—cold! shiver—I stumble—who will lead me? Kindle a cheerful fire. I Darker ‘and darker! ‘ Down—down—the mine is very, very dark!” “Yes,” murmured Father Brady, “it is very dark !” 7 gasped convulsively, and the Ralph Quimb b birdied down to the socket and amp of his life ‘went out. All present were awed and softened; they spoke in subdued voices, and looked wondering- ly at each other, ‘trouble us any. more ‘The wicked ones,” said Owen, “ will never 1”? Kid Kerly and Bernard Ross scooped out two ‘shallow graves down by the shore, aud at mid- night, the two miners were consigned to the earth, where. love,or hatred never agitate the human breast. When there is a storm on the l ake; the waters dash over their graves. . Both Whiteliw and Nathalia now understood that attraction that had drawn, them, to each | ' other ; it was the soft voice of nature they had to that passion for revenge’ that had grown to heard —the paternal and filial instincts. ‘They overmaster every other desire. After 1 saw and comprehended the bond that had inspired mu- recognized you, I formed a purpose, which would tual confidence and aff ction, When the first have filled to the brim the cup of my vengeance shock of surprise and terror had passed, they and your despair.” _ «) |Were, happ Whitelaw was now hending toward the, dying »#motionso ‘man with an intensity that was|painful to, see. hearts. in each other. leasure and gratitude swelled their Nathalia half forgot the,, misery of her Every word from: Ralph's lips stirred the deep- young life. In the dear society of her father she est emotions of his soul. ‘a0 longer remembered the harshness of Ralph. “The Jast blow would..have erushed you!” [t is trae, that as. often as she thought, of his hissed Ralph. “ Nathacia is your daughter! : Ha ! ‘ba! ba! ba!” fast infamous. plot, she experienced a thrill of terror; but his memory, as his name, was ban- , daughter, he-tacitly became a forbidden subject. After his burial, he was never referred to by either party when the hateful theme could pos- sibly be avoided. Several happy days were passed upon the is- land. Nathalia learned the nature of her feel- ings toward Bernard Ross. ‘free and friendly footing, they soon became aware how mueh the happiness ot one depend- ed on the other. Whitelaw—we continue to call him thus—placed no unkind restrictigns upon their intercourse, and their sentiments were not long in finding suitable expression. Nathalia’s father gladly sanctioned their loves, and no one rejoiced in them more than Owen. ‘The gold-secret was duly discussed, and Ber- nard, Trayis,-and Kid Kerly, remained in that region until they had sufficiently enriched them- selves with the gold dust. Of Owen, nothing more was known; his birthplace and parentage were alike involved in uncertainty. He became a great favorite with ‘Bernard, and Whitelaw. He continued to pass the pleasant summer months upon his island, spending the more inclement seasons with Ber- nard and Nattie, in one of the border, towns, where they settled after their marriage. His eccentricities never forsook him, and, if living, he still talks of his “ whisperers,” no doubt. Kid Kerly, accompanied, by , Father Brady, returned to the mountains, leaving Tawney under the joint guardianship of Owen and Nathalisa. 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