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I have found one who will fill your place to perfection, and make me a happy man, since she brings wealth to back her claims. I speak of Rose Alstine. She has promised to wed me as soon as you are dead we have it all arranged!" Heartless, wicked, woeful words. As he came to a pause the sick woman uttered a great, gasping cry, and went into convulsions, foam and blood flecking her lips.
"Your husband." "Not too fast, Miss Alstine. I wish to say that my husband has no mother living, so it seems to me a mistake has been made somewhere." "Such a man has mothers and wives to suit his convenience," retorted Rose. "I presume you will not deny that the man who calls himself your husband has fled." "He is not at home at present." "I thought not. I am sorry for you, Mrs.
You have my heartfelt sympathy," assured Miss Alstine, with warmth, at the same time taking the wronged wife's hand in hers and kissing her pale cheek. "May Heaven help you, Miss Alstine! I thought you might misconstrue my actions, and so I came to you. It is true my husband is a bad man, yet in spite of all I love him still, and would reform him if I could."
When she had finished, her face blanched and she sank suddenly away. "Quick! the cordial!" cried Shanks, but it was too late. When the man lifted her head to administer the medicine the woman hung a dead weight. "She is dead," said the doctor. Mrs. Bordine was once more back at her cottage home, thanks to the kindly influence of Miss Rose Alstine.
Van Alstine exhibited the heroic qualities of her nature. Twice by her prudence, courage, and address, she saved the lives of her husband and family.
Van Alstine saw her most valued articles, brought from Holland, broken one after another, till the house was strewed with fragments. As they passed a large mirror without demolishing it, she hoped it might be saved; but presently two of the savages led in a colt from the stables and the glass being laid in the hall, compelled the animal to walk over it.
"Let's search the house." "I fear it's too late now." Nevertheless the two men went through the dwelling, even invading the sanctity of Rose Alstine's bedchamber. Nothing was found, however. The fugitive from justice had made good his escape. And thus pretty Rose Alstine had assisted in a criminal act without realizing it.
"We will hope that a mistake has been made, dear Mrs. Bordine." "And you are so kind," returned the old woman with tears in her eyes. Do you know, Miss Alstine, I want to ask your forgiveness." "For what, dear?" "For unkind judgment of you." "I am sure you never have misjudged me, dear." "Oh, yes I have." "How?" "It was one day when August had been up to your house.
"Time is precious," uttered the lips of the young wife. "Alas! that it should be so precious that you must needs neglect me. I wish to ask you a question, Andrew." "Well?" "Did you have aught to do with this robbery at the Alstine mansion?" "Sh! my dear, that would be telling." "I know you were up there two nights since." "Ah, you were dogging my steps." "No, but "
"What a queer looking man," remarked the maid, as she stood at the window watching the movements of the one-eyed peddler and his dog team. "Queer indeed," murmured Rose. That evening Rose Alstine received a caller whom she little expected the woman she had seen in the summer-house in the arms of August Bordine. "Can I see you alone for a moment, Miss Alstine?" "Certainly."
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