The Queen of The Isle OR SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE

Waihi Daily Telegraph, Volume IV, Issue 1112, 6 October 1904, Page 4

The Queen of The Isle OR SIBYL CAMPBELL'S LOVE

Autlioi of "Tlio Hcirm of Glcu Gow'

CHAPTER XXXIII (Continued,) "There!" said Undo Reubon, placing the rigid form on iho bed in the corner mid wiping the perspiration of liis brow. " I had some trouble, strong as I urn, in carrying him so for through the storm. She lod mo fo the very spot,' 1 he said, with a BOtt of triumph, as ho looked nt Bertha; '•and I found him lying bleeding and soiißelcßS on the ground." " Who is ho ?" said Christie, for, with the dark hair falling over thoiu, clotted with blood, the features woro undistinguishablo. " That I do not know, but somo travel. lor, I imagine, who has been thrown from his horse, judging from tho looks of his wounds. Get some warm water and a sponge, unt'l I wish tiiu blood off his fact."

As Christie obeyed, something in the wounded stranger struck her, nnd with a suddon thrill, sho leaned against the wall and pressed her hands to her heart. Not perceiving her emotion, the mau, Reubon, rovcronlly lifted tho dark, heavy masses of hair, and wiped tho blood off his pale handsome face. As if fascinated, Christie's eyes were fixed on those cold, rigid features, ovory ono of which was iiu dolibly imprinted on hor heart, hot eyes dilating, hor lips patted and breathless, her face deadly pale, her heart beating as tumultuously us though it would break from its prison and force its way to him with a cry that resounded through tho house—a cry that made even tho nuuiac. Bertha, start in affright—she sprang forward and clusped tho cold form in her arm? with the wild and passionate shriek of: "Willard! Willard! Ob, Fathor in hoaven 1 Willard!" Transfixed with amazement, Reuben stood gazing upon her, uuable to 3peak, With a hysterical laugh alio coverod the ■ marblo-liko foco with hot, passionate kissts, still crying out at intervals that loved naino: "Willard! Willard! Willard!" "So thee knows him, Christie'/" said Uncle Reuben, at last. She looked up, wiih another hysterical laugh, and then ovcttexed nature gave way to a burst of blessed, soothing tears; " Woll, I am surprised 1" slowly said Undo Reuben, "Ob, Uncle Reuben, ho is my husband 1" said Christie, in a voice choked with sobs. " Tby husband!" "Oh yes, ycs.rny husband! my long-

lost husband, whom I never expected lo meot again on this side of the grave. All, Undo Reuben, I never meant to tell you, but the shock forced it from me. Oil, Undo Eeubcn, do not look as if you thought uie insa'ie; fur indeed, indeed, I speak the truth." And ogaiu Christie's voico was lost in sobs, as she bowed her head on the cold breast beforo her and thought how warmly it had once throbbad for her. Uncle Ronben was not one to give way to any emotion; so, with a looi of intense surpriso and perplexity, ho recalled his scattered faculties, and said slowly: "Well, if he is thy husband, thoo is anxious, no doubt, (or his recovery, and bad better go away for the present sad let mo attend to him and bring him to." " Oh, Undo Reuben, do you think ho is dead ?" said Christie, in a tono of anguish, "By no means, he is only in a swoon, from which ho will shortly reco«or. And there are no bones broken, oitlior,'' added Uncle Reuben," only this ugly cut which has bled so profusely, and which I must bind up now. We'll have to out tho hair off just round tho tomple, you ceo to ijet at it, It't floaven's mercy it wasn't on inch lower, or ho would have been a dead man

now." And thus while Uncle Reuben sat down to buthc his temple and forehead with water, Christie look the cold hands 1.1 her own burning ones to chafo them, with her eyes fixed us if she nover could retnove thorn more on that cold white handsome face, as still and fixed as though immovable in death death, locking whiter still in contrast with the wet, black hairs "And so thco is a wife, little Christie," said Uncle Kouben, looking thoughtfully and wondoringly upon the two faces before him,, " Oh, yes, yes, forgive me for not tolling you before—it was a secret. Wo were married in private." " Ah, those hidden marriages nover come to any good," said Uncle Reuben, as he glanced at Bertha, who all the timo had boon standing at the foot of the bed gazing in vaguo curiosity from one taco to another. " What if nor fato had been thine ?" "It has scarcely boon moro happy," said Christie, without lifting hor eyes; " but this moment, to see him once, to know lam noar him, almost repays me for what I have suffored, Now I can die happy. Bines I have the opportunity of telling him I lorgivo him all,' " Forgive him 1., Then ho has wrongod theo?" iW.j-i ! "Hush!" said Christie, "he loved ino

BY MAY AGNES FLEMING

>r," "TheUnscfn Briilegioom," etc

once, and I wish lo forget everything but that. But Undo Bonbon, are yon Buro he will'recover?" said Christie, in rising alarm, " I do; even now consciousness is returning," said Uncle Reuben, as a slight movement, of the muscles of the face became porceplible. , "Willard! Willnrd 1 Dearest Willard, look up I" she laid bending over him, Win it tho startling sound of that welL remembered voice that awoke him'? Tho largo dark eyes slowly opened, wandered wildly around, and tho first object on which they rested wai Christie. {To be continued