Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 124: what you’re looking at

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a «Oh, , My bas Mine No More!” 11g. “his sions and winding-sheet it could never look more mar- _ble-like and rigid, © I love him! Oh, Alwyn! Alwyn! Alwyn!” She fell on her knees, screened by the window-curtain, and watched. What would happen? what was he doing there? _ Was he waiting to waylay and mur der Mr. Rutherford on his way home? He was just the kind of man, this dark-eyed, ~ hot-blooded, fierce-tempered lover of hers, to do such a deed. “And it is my doing,” she Pisiptit: her. heart thrilling; ¢ ‘and | She shiv ered convulsively, crouching there, the throbbing | of her heart aati her deadly sick. Oh! what would hap- ( pen to-night? Nothing happened. The house door opened: Mr. Ruth- -erford came forth, and walked briskly up the avenue, and still ' the dark figure never stirred. It might have been carved in <s stone, so motionless it stood. Mr. Rutherford passed from ‘sight—his home was but a few doors ofi—and Leonie breathed . again. =. 4 “Thank Heaven!” she thought—“thank Heaven! It is to ie watch my window, not to commit murder, he is there. My -poor Alwyn! my poor, poor Alwyn! | Will any one in this w ‘world ever love me again as you do?” ; - The hours wore on, and still that strange vigil was kept. ee ~The despairing lover gazed at his lady’s lattice, as hundreds of. despairing lovers have done before him, and William _ Rutherford’s bride-elect watched him on her. knees. - - Midnight came, passed, but he never stirred. Worn out at last, Leonie’s head dropped forward en ees window-sill, and a she fell fast asleep. & | ; ac % % % MANS colt es ago ate ah % * q f° Lhe fashionable Broadway church was crowded. Silks rustled and jewels flashed, and perfume filled the air as the a A elite flocked in. Bi, Ag Clara, Leesom Kad said, Miss De Montreuil’s wedding = was to be the wedding of the season. The beauty of the bride, 4 and the wealth of the bridegroom, were the talk of the city. “It was a clear case of buying and selling—every spectater Et - there knew that; but society approves of this sort of thing, _ and society mustered: strong to behold the bargain clinched. S tenc before the hour for the ceremony the stately church of was filled. _ They came at Lathe bridal train. Mr. Rutherford, toads faced, portly, vulgar, self-conscious as ever. But no one’ oe twice at him. A silver-shining vision swept up the sa ee aisle upon the arm of Mr. Manners—a vision of a such dazzling beauty and splendor that_society fairly caught CY. (E(0) bevgbeom our autores admiration. ‘ . eons cbook : 5 ere 7 7 oh ‘ nh FE 4 % — a ce ve or oe . : “et £4 na *