. Harper's weekly. ut niiglil still be iinbraiil a Mr. Saxon had gained enough eoniidence In me tleavo the work-rooms unlocked, I used to mount t HARPERS WEEKLY. t fatal attic, where the daylight lingered somef-hour after it had forsaken the streets below; andidst tho countless pages of blank paper, wonderedEther any of them would ever bo employed in as they sheltered and shone upon me. This deadand secret closet, lying in accumulated darkness likea lurking-place for crime, what could not it tell mewere the oppressive silence of the tainted attic oncebroken? The deep shadows always d
. Harper's weekly. ut niiglil still be iinbraiil a Mr. Saxon had gained enough eoniidence In me tleavo the work-rooms unlocked, I used to mount t HARPERS WEEKLY. t fatal attic, where the daylight lingered somef-hour after it had forsaken the streets below; andidst tho countless pages of blank paper, wonderedEther any of them would ever bo employed in as they sheltered and shone upon me. This deadand secret closet, lying in accumulated darkness likea lurking-place for crime, what could not it tell mewere the oppressive silence of the tainted attic oncebroken? The deep shadows always dwelling in I hecorners and under the steep rafters were only a de-gree less ghastly, for (hey seemed still to curtain it,than, the murderous scene itself; yet they werethere, as an irremovable veil before my eyes, frommorning till evening. At first there was keen expectation to keep me^up. Every morning, when I heard George Den-nings foot upon the stair, my heart beat with thehope that to-day he would break through. It always seemed so near to my possession ; not a minute but it was in his powerto utter it into my hearkening ears, but no craving,no supplication of mine could force that minute, orthat utterance to come. With a dreary fellowshipof-despair and bitter regret, we were stifling dayafter day the love, which had been more the steadyand long-tried affection of a man and woman thanthe fitful passion of a boy and girl. There was in of it in its troubled eyes, but could never hear it inits urgent import. After twelve months of this desperate conflict be-tween us, I was told he was going to be girl was a young, silly, pretty creature, whotook a fancy to him, and did all the wooing persc-veringly herself. I had heard of it in the way ofgossip from the other workmen; but he told mehimself a day or two before his wedding, speakingin a low and trembling voice, white his face wasI had no- o my table,but slowly and doubtingly. Have you no pity? he cried, with an under
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