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OUT OF THE DEEP.

Hal'-past ten! Janet Raeburn, the cre- tor’s daughter, beard the old clock io the parsonage library proclaim the bour, and almost simultaneously the harbor clocks be- gan to strike, and the resonant old bell, high up in the windy steeple of the charch, | pealed cut its sonorous echo, The girl lingered a moment listening. holding the knob of a half-closed door in ber hand, and peering with avxious eye through the stor- my darkness ia which her lover bad jus: d.sappe:red,

It was midwinter, ard the night was dreadfully tempestuous, the sky pirch black, aud a wid, wailing wind driving before it great sheets cf freezing rain, and over all was heard the solewn thunder of the sva,

Janet steod ulmog: breathless, her crea- ay, clear-cut face finely defined against the ruddy background of light that streamed from the pleasent sitting-room ; her sbiuing. gold-stone eyes ¢ark with an unexpressed uread of terror which even her own heart did not comprehend—one of those vogue but prescient foreb dings that creep over ux at times, the shadow of some dark event that wings its fi ght above us,

She was io trouble, this pretty, bright- eyed daughter cf the rector, She had just parced trom Ross Milburn, her lover, and

‘his pate face and giave looks «nd ominous

words had set her timid, womanship beart all in a flutter. He was an architect, this Ross Milburo—a fine, well-'o-do te'low. and engaged to pretty Janet Raeburn, the pride and boast of Streamville, the little seaubound town in which she lived,

Ross bad not an enemy in the world; he was bonest to his heart’s core, upright and henorable, and as genial and cheery as a summer morrivg, Yet, that stormy, mid- winter night, pretty Janet found him strangely altered oppressed with a severe giocm, which all ber maiden wiles and tiu.id love failed to brighten or to dissipate,

He paid a long visit, and rose at last to take his departure, with something uusaid that was a'most choking him, Janet saw it, and accompanied him to the door, re-

| solved to wake ove more effort to solve the

mystery, * What ia it, dear?’ she vertured, timid-

ly, ber gentle hand on bis arm, ‘* Cannot y & you confide in me?’

‘No!’ he answered, bitterly, ‘Shame

and disgrace are not for cars like youre; but therc’s something I must say before we part, -even at the risk of being thought meddlesome ged jealous, Janet, I saw you walking with Gerald Heatherstone the other day—didon’t 1?’

*Why, yes,’ replied the girl, her eyes wide with surprise. * He’s an old friend, a paylellow of mine, and r

* He’s an iuferna! villain,’ her love burst out, hotly; ‘and if ever 1 see him speak to you agar, 17! cut his heart out!’

‘Why, Ress, what in heaven’s name do you mean ?’”

‘Exactly what I say Janec*. You most never speak to Gerald Heatherstone again. Gossip couples your name with his and calls him your lover. Le’s not fit to brea- the the same air with a pure *oman lke you, and he sha!l not, the treacherous emooth-faced coward. IL feel the spirit of murder in my heart every time [ see him, to, hea ken to what I say, and shun him as you would a serpent,’

Standing there iv the doorway, with the wild, midwinter night before ber, Janet poncered over her lover’s words with ao aching uurest at her heart, He had never appeared jealous or unreasonable before— what could have chunzed him so suddenly ?

Un the betght abuve the sea she could see the lights gleamivg froto the wind ws of Heatherstone fall, Squire Heatherstone was the weslthiest map in Streamville, and Gerad was bis son aud heir, A_ band- souwe, stylish young man, somewhat addict- ed to dissipation, judging trom his looks, Ihe recior’s daughter bad known him from her childhood; but he had no piace ia ber beart,

The wird rose to a gele, ard the sleet tinkled sharply against the windows, and Jauet could almost feel the shock of the urcvat waves a3 they beet upon the strand. Wirb a little shiver of terror she turned te cose the door, se-ing as she did so, Watch- wav Cowly, mufiled to the teeth and esrry- ig bir lauterp io bis hand, burryiog down Maple street on bis might beat,

The sbe closed and locked the door; and, returning to the sitting-room, sat down be- fore the fire to meditate,

Meanwhile the watchman went on, crun- ching the sleet with every hurrying step his teeth set against the bitter blast that al- most beat him back, Just before reeching

be corner of Maple aad Calvert streets a cry of murder rang borribly amid the dim of the storm, eurdiing the blood in bis veins. For ove swift moment he remainec breathless; then he dashed dowu torards Calvert etreet, trom whence the cry had proceeded. There was vot a living soul abroad; but just at the corner something few past bim, asbadowy, impalpable thing, very hke a ghost,

Halt a dozen flying strides, and the Watchman haited, and turned on big lantern, At his feet lay a prostrase figure, and tow- ering ab ve this prostrate figure was a man, with a long, shining dagger in bis hand, ihe waichwan giuiched bis arm with a grip Ike stecl; but, catching a glimpse of his lace, he :elaxed his hold of hum.

*Good heavea, Mr. Ross Milburn, is it you ?’ be gasped,

“It is me, Cowly’ replied the young man, his face as white as death; and this is Ger- ald Heatherstooet He’s been murdered !’

‘Aud bis murderer ??

‘ Is gone,’

The watchman shot a keen glance at the young man’s face; then he stooped down to exowive the prostrate figure,

‘Dead!’ he said. ‘That blow went home.’

«Maybe not, Cowly. Let’s be quick. Something may be done for him?’

* No, be’s dead, Mr. Ross Milburn ; did you murder bim?”

‘The two men stood face tofaee, eye to eye

+L! murder him! Good God, Cowly* [ never thought of that! Why, oo, of * Tbe ot EE light]

be wat ; ightly.

‘Sorry to doubt your word, Me Mii-

burn,’ be eaid; ‘but circumstances are

pretty much sgainst y2° ~~

The day dawned gloriously after the stor- my night. At suprixe there was an un- wouted bustle in Streamvilie—knots of men at the corners in excited discussios, women peering from the doorways with white, af- frighted faces.

Return‘ng from his accustomed morning wa'k, the old rector noticed this unzsual excitement, and learned its cause. Gerald Heatherstone dead, and Ross Milburn iv prison for the murder !

The poor o'd man went home with totter- ing steps; and, ficding pretty Janet in the parlor, he told her the story; and, with a little cry of mortal agony, she fell down in a dead swoon,

* * * * * *

The day of Ross Mi'burn’s trial was one of unprecedented e xeitement ia the country town, which was only a mile and @ hali from Streamville, At an carly hour all the avenues leading to the court were blocked up by eager crowds, Tbe very best coun- sel bad boen engaged on both sides, and ex- pectation was Ov tiptoe.

The proceedings began ip the usual man- ner and the pri vner was conducted to the dock, Worn and haggard and anxicus bis face looked; but bis eye was clear, and bis bearing proud—net the bearing of a mid- night assassin by any means, Yet, the whole community believed him guilty,

‘Tbe man’s insane, or an idiot!’ said

one of bis council, conversing with a bro- ther barrister. ‘He’s determined on his ruoning bis neck into the halter. 1 visited his cecil last might, in hope he bad come round at the last moment, But I fouad bim like adumant, He koows who murder- ed Heatherstone, he says, but chooses to shoulder the crime himself, sooner than iv- form against the real murderer. Shouldn’s you call that insanity? I shall put in a pla under that head—there’s nothing else io be done! But hist! here comes the prin- sipal witeess against bim. Miss Raeburn, to whom he was betrothed. Janet leant ou the arm of her old father, and was conducted to a seat by an officer in attendance. For a few moments she sat immovab!e, her bands closely clasped, her breath suspended. Not once since that aw- tul ght, when he left her with that threat of wurder on bis lips, bad she seen her lov- er’s face; and oow she long:d and dreaded to lift ber veil and look upon him, knowing that ber first glance would assure ber of his guilt or innocence. But she must know, or die!

A shudder of terrible excitement thrilled her from bead to foot, She put up a sbak- ing band aud raised ber veil. Koss Mil- burn was patiently awaiting that wild, que- stioning glance; wad when it came, his ge- nial brown eyes, sad and tender, but clear and true a3 God’s own word, responded. the girl started to her feet, a sudden flash of g orifying light illuwing her white face.

‘On, thunk God!’ she cried, her voice thrilling with gratitude, *Ob, Ross, you are innocent!’

The prisoner rose to his feet,

Then be sat down, and folded bis arms across his breast, and the trial went on There were but two witnesses,; Watchman Cowly and the rector’s daughter. The lat- ter was cailed first. She obeyed the sum- mons, her face as white as death. But when questioned, she refused to answer

‘I won’:,’ she eried, pa-sionately— I won’t speak, though you put me to torture ; L won’t swear his dear life away, and he standing before we inudcent,’”

Every heart in the ciowded court tbrill- ed with pity. Then the prisover rose iv the dock.

‘Gentlemen,’ he said, a slight tremor ruoning through his manly tones, * I ask nothing for myself, bur L entrest ycu to gpare her. Her burden is heavy enough, V.u’« forse her to speak againat me, when you see how it pains ber, Suffer we to speak myself, Gerald ileatherstone did me a mortal wroug, and if | had put a kuife in bis beart the laws of my country would nave justified me, But | dida’t doit, | made a threat to wurder him, in Miss Rae- burn’s bearing, on the very night of the wurder, but i did not mean what I said. i leit tbe parsonage at Streamville, at jest half-past teo—l beard the harbor bel s striking as 1 tursed into Calvert street. ‘Shen | beard a ery of murder; and burry- iug oo, 1 tuuod Gera'd Heatherstone dowa and his murderer steudiog over him. | urew the dagger from bis breast, hoping to save his life. 1 saw and recognized the wurde:er, but 1 have made up my mind not to betray thet murderer. Geotlemen, | have spoken the truth!

He resumed his seat amid a silence that seemed like the grave. Men looked iuto cach other’s eyes with bated breath. Could that man at the bar be a felon, on assassin ? Even the prosecuting council was stagger- ed, end halted and teltered in his address ; but when it was all over, end the evidence summed up, his guilt seemed awfully ap- pareut.

The jury retired with a feeling of owfu' respons.bility at their hearts; and when, af er hours of endless waiting, they reap~

| peared, and gave in their verdict, * Guilty?

every manof them looked as if his soul were stained with murder. otherwise ? .

Then the judge pronoune:d the sontence. Ross Milbura was to be bung. Jane Rie- burn beard, end dropped dowa without eveo a sigh, as white and cold as the enow that capped the winter bills; as the waiting Lerowd. heurd, and dispersed io horrified si ence, The doomed man beard, and walked back te bis ceil sithout even as much as & tremor,

Slowly and drearly the terrible cays went by. There were vigorous efforts put forth on the partof Ross Milbura’e frieads but without avail, and the night came -— February night, black with sorm.” The morrow wou'd see the end, The old rector and hie daughter went to the couotry towo (only a few miles off) to say ibeir last fare- well.

Tis bard, I know, my darling,’ be said, straining the weeping girl to hie heart ; ‘ and merciful God alone q@ly knows bow my hearts bleede to cause you this sorrow ; bat not for your sake, dearer tor thousand times than. my own eoal. can make it other. wise. But you trust me. You believe in my innocence. { shall die content.’

Pbus they parted for the lest time. Des- cending the prison steps, Janet felt some lone pluck her sleeve. Shetooked up. facing

Yet, how could it be

Gar marriage faire.

Watchman Cowly lit the shrewd man’s countenaaca.

‘Miss,’ he said. speaking almost under his breath, ‘don’t break your heart ; while there’s life there’s hore.’

‘Sitting ia her owa chamber that night, the poor girl pondered over his words, but they brought her no comfort. With het white face pressed against the wiadow listen- ing to the howling winds end the thunder of the waves as they broke against the shore, on that very wild night, she began to fancy that all time had been surged into one endless eternity of wrath and storm.

Bat theday broke at last, aluried, Gery dawa bghting the east with ominous splen- dor, At anearly hour the:e was a stir and a bustle in the town — pedestrians starting off for the country town, Janet never left the window — soul and body alike seemed paralyzed, and she saw and heard like one in a dream

Presently there was an unwonted stir be- low. Men ran hither and thither telling each other the news The pris ner had es- caped! Watchman Cowly stood all alone in the midst of the excitement, bis eyes bent -eaward, murmuring ander his breath, “Saved from the gallows to be swaliowed up io the sea! God pity him!”

When Janet Raevura recovered from the long and desperate illness which followed that death-like swoon, the whilom snowd capped hills were crowned with tender green- aod fragrant hyacinths and golden-beartes pansies were biceming on the garden bor- ders. Winter bad gone by, and the fitfu! April sunlight etreamed in yellow rays through the old windows of the parsonage,

The girl awoke to life, like one returning from the grave; the home where she was born, even her oid father’s face, looked new and strange, Her great grief had chanyed the whole world for her, Then she was told the story of the prisoner's escape.

* But God’s justice overtook him in his flight,’ the gossips added. He went down in the storm that night; his boat floated in ihe next das, keel upward,’

Janet shuddered, and looked up at the blue springsky. Was there a God of mercy ? There must be, else woe to stricken human- ity; She was a brave-bearted girl, and she nerved herself to enter upon the strange, new life that lay belore her,

A year went by. Another followed, Once morc the pansies bloomed and the birds sang; and the fitful April sunlight fell upon Janei’s white face as she sat on the moosy-doorstep,

Presently she saw the good old doctor driving cown the street in his iittle ove horse chaise, A moment latter he wag out, and coming briskly towards her. She put aside ber work, and aro-e to meet him

‘ Not a professional visit, Janet, my lass, he said, roving briskly up the terrace steps.’ ‘ Your cheeks are white, but they’re sound and healthy, You’re not in need of any of my medicizes, ’

* | think got, doctor. ’

* No; but 1’m in need of you. I’ve got a new patient down tn the Hollows— a pocr wretched woman of some kind—and she’s dying. She calls incessantiy for you. She bas a confession to make; and wants you to gotoher, She wont live till morning. Will you go?

* Of course, doctor. minutes,’

Five minutes later they were driving to- wards the Hol'ows; as the April sun siid down into the sea, the doctor drew rein be- fore the cottage the patient lay,

* She’s terrible uneasy * said the woman of the house, appearing in the doorway ; ‘been asking for you every mionitt—best make haste in, doctor,’

The doctor obeyed. Janet following noiselessly, A pair of bright, eager eyes, we comed them.

‘At lest!’ Thank God!

Janet approached the bed where the suf- ferer lay, aud laid her cool soft band on ber brow.

‘Can I telp you in any way?’

For answer, the woman put @ pair of thin hands on Janet’s cheeks and drew her down,

‘You are so beautiful,’ she murmured, ‘and be loved you so, my poor Ross. You musi be a good woman; te be worthy of bis love, Sit down, i have a story to teil you Dcetor, you are a justice of the peace, and you must listen, too—my etory is a confes- sion. Javet Raeburn. you are Koss Mil- burn’s betrothed wile, and I am his sister; only bis half-sister—our father was one, our mothers different—but no brother was ever -o good as Ross. When we were still or- phaus, he put me to school, aod sapplied my every want; and, better than all, he loved me, We parted, he weot to Siream- ville, and 1 to Drummond, to live with my aunt, At party one right, 1 meta young man named Gerald Hearthstone. Le tell in Jove with me at first sight; 20 he sald, and | was fool enough to believe him. We were acquainted six months, and then he proposed marriage, I wanted to tell Ross. put he forbade me. His faiher was a rich man, be said, living over at Siresmyille, and we must be married secretly, and wait until be could gain bis father’s cvnsent, otherwise he could be disinherived. I was a si'ly young thiug aunt treated me uukindly, I consented, and one night we ran away, and we were married, at what I was led to believe wass dissenting chapel in the country. The next day I returnedto my aunt, And for nearly a year | lived there, aod met him siealthiy, believing that I wes his wife. Lut Rose never suspected,

‘ Bat the secret could be kept no longer, [ found that I should sooa become a mother. My auot discovered it, and taunted me with my shame, threatening to put me out of her kowse. Stung me-to the quick, I few to my husband, demanding that be should io knowledge me pub/icly, ad thus spare my

peme. But be laughed at my eod wheo | "ressed him, told me that no wife of bis—-the ceremony was 2 sham, I think I wect mad. then and there. and I hope that God wil! pardon my afier deeds, Poor Moss dis- covered wy shame, acd T thought his proud beart would break, But he was a god, true brother to me even in my trouble He did not desert or dieown me—he put me io sectuded lodgings, and never psined me by

I’ll be ready in two

sighed the sick wewan,

a word of reproech, Ab, Misc Raeburn, | don’t wonder that you love bin! :

A peculiar expression.

I loved him, and my | &p

Se the little craft nears the shore; 1

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. I went mad, as I told you, over my cruel, | bitter wrongs; and I Jaid out my plans with meniac cunning, ne terrible night I came to Streamville, and sent a note up to the young heir of Hearthstone Hail, We met in a public-house ia Calvert street, and I demanded my rights; but he turned on 'his heel, laughing we to sz0ra, I followed jhim out into the storm; he turned and jcursed me, threatening to wurder me if [ did vot leave him. But I murdered him, instead —] drew a dagger from my bosom, and plunged it into his false heart, Miss Kaeburm, Ros» Milburn was innocent!’

‘I knew it,’ repliod Janct, boarsely,

* He fell, with aa awfal ory, and at thet iestant Ross Miibcrn rushed and drew the dsgget from bis breast. Theo seeing me, he comprehended all. «My God!” he cried ; ‘ Rose is it you? He’sdead! Fiy— fly for your life!’ His awful face, and the sight of the murdered man at my feet, filied we with a quaking terror, and I fled like che wind. Where or bow I wandered that night, Goa on'y knows, At day-break a market- eurt picked me up in a dying condition, and carr:ed me to the nearest workhouse; and there | lay for months, hovering between life and death, and there my baby was born. When reason returned to my brother Koss had been tried aad found ‘guilty of the murder my hand bad committed, But he bad escaped! My first thought was to clear bis name, and confess my owa guilt; but, for my little child’s scke, I determined to re- maio silent, Ross was , sad my child needed me; and [ put of my duty from day today. Bet my baby is asleep now uader the green grass, down in Drummond ehurch- yard, and f am dyiog.” Janet Racbura, acd rou, Dr. Wilton, bear witness that, with my last breath, I eonfess my guilt, and clear my brotber’s name, [ wuvrdered Gerald Hearthston, aud Ross Milbura bore my guilt rather then betray me,’

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Rose Milburn sleapt peacefal'y, in the green Drummond eburehyard, with ber little babe beside her; and Janet Raeburn lived with ber old father at the Streamville parsou- age.

The country papers had grown weary of proclaiming and repeating the story of Kese Milburn’s innocence, very soul in she commuuity had heard and believed it; bis hame was honored, and almost worshipped. But the sea gave not back its dead! Ut course he went dows that dreadful night, when Watchman Cowly (whose brother was a warder at the country town prison) smug- gied bim away from the waiting gallows! The littie boat, drifting up the strand, was evidence enough. Kvery one the truth, Janet Raeburn with the rest.

Slowly and peacelully the years went bye, the winter soows fell melted; the spring b:s8s0ms bloomed and faded; the story of Gerald Heatberston.’s murder was getting to be a dream of deys gone by.

One October afternoon the old rector iay dying, Janct wse beside him, and the Rey. Theodore Sheffield, his curate, paced up and down the library, just within cail,

‘My dear,” said the old man, putting forth his palsied hand, ‘ comecloser; I bave something to gay to you,

Janet obeyed, olasping the trembling band in bers.

* My time is growing short,’ be whisper- ed; * in a little while my poor girl will be all alone. Janet, darliny, will you. make wy last moments serene und happy—will you promise to marry Theodore Shetiiéld wheon L am gone?’

The girl buried ber face amid the pillows with @ iow ery.

* He loves you, Janet,’ her fetber weot on, ‘and wil! make you a true end tender husband; you surely will not refuse him? ‘Tis a terrible thiug for a woman dike »you to live alone, with no love, no tender care, You know you will fied it terrible, my dear.

* But, father, I do uot love Mr, Sheffield,’

* My daughter, you will Jove bim. He is €0 nobie and honest--such a gifted man, euch a trae, devoted Christians You will not ze- fuse hum Janet ?’

The girl looked up, Paciog up and duwa the room, beyond was the man who wanted her for bis wife. A wan in every sense of the word—brave, noble and intellectual. She thought of the coming yeare—icag, lonely, desola‘e—of ber loyele:s matchiess heart. She could make bim a good true wite! Why sot? That early dream was over, The promise trembled on her lips, aod yet she did mot speak it.

A wild blast rattled the easements, and whirled the dead leaves up and down tho garden-paths, She arose, aud kissed the dying maa into silence, turaed to the win- dow.

The afternoon was raw and gusty, and the waves beat upon the shore with a duil ro*r, Janet could see tha wide, wild sea (rom where she stood, aod the little boats and fishing-cralt dotting ite bosom, Thet sea held aii that her heart could ever love A fierce despair pierced her like » knife, She had * lost her corner by the -ebold hearth, behind the heads of children,”

At thet moment, Mr. Sheffield entered the apartment, and approached the bed ups on which the dying rector lay. Janct caught a mantle, aod threw it over her bead, and, drawn by an implase that wae irresis- tible, left the house and ran down te the stormy coast’ “The rough winds beat cher ba°k, ond tore the mantle trom ber head aud dashed the salt spray in ber face; but she clambered to the summit of a ragged rock, i

For out upon the rough waters was a shore-bound boat—a ting speck rising acd falling with every surge of the sea. Sing» ling it Cut from albthe rest, the girl ite progress with akind of facinvatica The ‘afternoon waned rapidly, and the lurid, | stormy terilight begas to fall. Stowly but

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