|Chapter Title||THE MEETING ON THE MOUNT.|
|Newspaper Title||Queanbeyan Age (NSW : 1867 - 1904)|
|Trove Title||For Cora's Sake|
CuAerica XXXV L.-Tit Mýmmrarri: o:, -rue Mlous r. 'Wlitt i, this! Am I 1intl ? H i:ie I seen it spirit Ohi, Clairnice, wino is it =' cried Curi, in a tumult of emn.titon in which her life seemed throbbing away as she clung to her uncle for support. - Try to compose yourself, dear Corn,' he answered, as he gently laid her down on the mossy rocks, and wont and brought her ii from the spring in his pocket cup. She raised herself and drank it at his request, and than stiring wildly at him, repeated her questions: ' Oh, what was it'? Who was hero just now ? Or was it-or was it-was it delusion I' 'For heaven's sake, Cora, calm yourself. It was Regulas Rothsay who stood here a moment ago.' Rule himself, and no delusion I But, oh I I knew it I I knew it all the time!' she exclaimed, still trembling violently. My darling Cora, try-' Where did he go? Where I' she cried, staggering to her feet and clinging to her uncle. ' Oh, take me to hin I' Do you see that log cabin on the plateau above us, Cora, to the right ?' lie said, pointing in the direction of which he spoke. Her eyes followed his index, and she saw a cottage of rough-hewn logs standing against the sttep rock at the back of the broad ledge above them.
£ What do you mean 7 Is he up there 7 Is be up there I she breathlessly demanded. Yes, lie is in that hut. I saw him climb the rocks, enter it, and close the door. But for heaven's sake, compose yourself, my dear. You are shaking as with an ague, and your hands are cold as ice,' said Clarence. ' tn that hut, did you say 7 So near 7 So near?' ' Yes, dear Cora; but be calm.' ' Take me there I Take mne there 1 Ohm, give ice your arm, Uncle Clarence, and help me. My limbs fail now, when I need them more than over before. Alt I and. my heart fails, too,' she moaned, growing suddenly pale and fainter, as she leaned heavily against her uncle. ' Corn, darling. Corn, rouse yourself, my girl. This weakness is not like you. Take courage ; all will be well,' said Mr. Clarence, caressingly, laying his hand on her head. She sighed heavily as she asked: Flow will he receive me I Oh, how will he receive me 7 Will he have me now ? But he must. Oh, he niuat. For I will never, never, never go down thin mountain side again without him. I will perish on its reeks sooner. Oh, come, come. Help ime to reach that lut, Clarence.' There was no re,,isting her wild and passionate appeal. Clarence put, his arni around her waist, to sustain her more effect ually, as he said : ' Now loan oni me, Cora, and stop carefully, for the, path is almost hidden, and very rugged.' Oh, Clarence, did lie recognise me 7 did lie, Clarence, did he 7 she eagerly inquired. (lb be continued in our next.)