The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1864-11-11

Estele listen to him.
Madame" he says, sit is hight you
should understand your position | have
saved you-brought you back for the sake
OF my reputation and for your sake"
You cannot think shall love you,"
said Estelle. with contempt.
Madsme,' continued Henry, with
cold, sarcastic smile, " women of light
virtue, women like yourself, are too plen-
tlfnl IN Paris for me to ask your love -
You are here merely as the representative
OF my honor. Because | had sworn to
protect you, saved you from the igno-
miny into which you had thrown your
self ; | was prepared to take you at any
cost from your seducer; death saved me
the trouble. BY the way. that you may
not think there is trick on my part, here
is an account Of the accidentin this paper.
You will find bis name in the list Of the
dead. Madame, you are the mistress of
my house you are to the world, to our
friends, even TO my family, all you were
before; and mind, that neither by word,
or look, or deed, you betray the past
that is secret that rests between ours
selves"
You scorned and neglected me, Hen
ri, when | was faithful to you-when |
loved you--now do you think me SO base
as not 10 despise-"
Madame said Henri, " allow me to
conclude. You have heard nv first with
regard to ourselves. To me alone, of all
the world, you are not wife; you are a
woman who has forfeited all esteem and
all respect; to me alone you are the mis-
tress of Octave Seran, and as such WON
an shall | look on you and treat YOU
Never speak to me when there are no
witnesses; YOU will know nothing Of my
interests. nothing of my feelings, nothing
of anything that concerns me. You have
nc rights, you are creature living on
my bounty, at my mercy-a criminal liy-
ing ever with her judge-remember this,
Madame but remember also, that you
have not the privilege of complaint, nor
shall you dare to breathe 10 any living
ear not even to your confessor, one word
of your past crime OF your present pun
! ishment."
Henri left the room. Estelle's first
impulse was to fly the house; but then
whittier could she go? Even her OWE re-
lations, when Henri should reveal the
| truth-as in case she rebelied he would
would drive her from their presence -
Octave Octave!' said she wildly, bursts
ing into tears, "why did not die with
youT
But there was nothing but submission,
and wreched and heart broken, EsteIle
submitted.
Henri kept the conditions he had made
strictly; in his public, in his own family,
his attentions to his wife were greater
than they had ever been; teuderly he car
ed for her, gently he spoke of her-he
was growing richer; his genius was emerg
ing from the crowd and bringing its re
ward; Injuries increased around Estelle;
her home was now one of splendor; she
had numerous servants around her, and
carriage at her command. Her diamonds
and dresses were the envy of her friends
Her own relations congratulated her on
her happy marriage. The world, 100,
told her that she should he proud of her
husband, prophesying that he would rise
to the highest houors. But Henri had
never changed his manner towards Es-
te!e indifference, silent contempt mark
ed his manner towards her for an in
slant did he seem 10 forget that she was
to him nothing hut Octave's mistress.
All intimacies, TOO, were forbidden to
Esteile.
cannot trust YOU" he would say
"you may find another lover" or, if a
young and virtuous wife would seek Es-
telle's friendship, he would command Der
to avoid it.
You might corrupt a virtuous wo-
man. You are not fit society for her"
Spite Of his soIicitude in public, he new
er noticed EsteIle's health or sickness in
private and when he himself was suffering,
resoiutely refused al her care.
So for five years they lived Perhaps.
after all, the quality which inspires mos,
love in the heart Of woman is strength.
The Indian sqraw loves her husband for
the number of foes he kills; the woman
of civilization loves man for the power of
his nina, the strength of his character
and will. Estslle, for the first few months.
had revolted and resisted; she had mourn
ed deeply Octavo's death, but it seemed
impossible that she could weep for bin
beneath her husbands roof; she was as
named of grief for her lover in his pres
ence. So gradually the grief faded, and
rarely did the image of Octave intrule on
her mind. Then came deep feeIi % of
humiliation. Then a spirit of defiance
arose in her; but her husbands calm I'M
aterab!e authority soon subdued her
Hearing the worlds eulogiums of him.
seeing him surrounded with its admira-
ton, she grew to be proud of him, to bs
proud of the homage she received from
The world as his wife. Then came hitter
repentance for the past, deep remorse, as
Punishment at the folly which could have
preferred poor Octave to such a man as
Henri. She came to love him passionate
ly, devotedly, aud TO feel that such love
was utterly hopeless; Yet wherefore
She was beautiful, young, admired he
might be made to forget he might be
brought to love her. Patiently she be
gan trying to win back lis affection, but
Henri perceived her intentions.
Madame" said he, ado not try your
( arts on me- am not 70 ha SaJrool -