The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1874-02-12

in bis excitement such as I cauu OF des.
eribe. He had no strength to resist
her, but she was hateful to him even
While hs sdored her. It And 'doubly
hateful, without aoy coun,erbalsncioe
attraction, was I, who bad, as it were,
betrayed him to bis face. -
IL trust your vile and you will be
h'ppy-oow," I said, trying to speak
firmly. He interrupted me With a
hoarse laugh.
""My wife !''
| ut not she your wife z" l said, in
alarm.
He laughed sgais, even more hoarse-
ly, with sharp tone 10 the sound
"Whst do you call a woman Who is
taken bsck after-eserything7a Who
is taken back because What is
she, do you suppose ? What is be, tn.
everlasting dupe and fool Doo',
speak to me any more." He hurried
away. from me, and then turned .rouod
sgain at the door. III spoke little
wildly, perhaps" be said, with smile,
which vas more disagreeable than bis
lrsge, "wlthout due thought for Mrs.
Reinh.rdt's reputation. Mske your
self quite easy-she is my wife,
That was the last saw Of them. I
~'s too much offended to 60. to the
door to see them leave tho house, but
i is impossible to describe the relief
With which listened to tho whee h
ringing along tho road as they went
away. Wae it really true-~as this
nightmare removed from one, and my
house my own agaio? 1 did not know
whether t. laugh or to cry.s fell
down on my knees and made some sort
Of confused thanksgiving. It. seemed
to me as if I had been 10 this horrible
bondage half of my life.
Mary came in about bal an hour af-
tor to take away the breakfast things.
had swallowed cup Of tea, but l had
cot been able to eat. Mary was still
disapproviBg, but quieter than at first !;
she shook her head over the untouched
food. SWELL be having you i'll next,
ma'an,"' she said With an evident feel
ing that cook and she would in that
case have good reason to complain and
then, after pause, she added severely,
FL doo't koow if you know, ma'aml, as
the, lady is gone off in your best
[shawI?"
| "My shawl J" I had thought no more
| Of it. I had not dreamt that such q
thing could be possible, but this sud
den news.took avay@ny breath.
"She was always fond, of it, said
Mary, erimlY. "She liked the best Of
everything, did that lady; and she
couldn's make up her mind to take l,
off when she went away
Though I was so confouuded and
confused, made an effort to keep u1
appearance still. "She will send i,
back, of course, as soon as she gets
home," said t'as soon as she GETS
hsr own things"
IL am sure I hope so, ma'am," said
Mary, carrying off her tray. Her tone
was not one to inspire hope in the lis
tener, and | confess that for the rest of
the morning my shawl held very large
place 10 my thoughts. 1t vas the most
valuable piece Of personal property
possessed. When | used to take it
out and wrap it round me, it was al
ways With certain pride. 1t was the
kind of wrap which digui6es auy dress.
with that handsome shawl, it does
not matter what else you wear" Mrs.
Stoke was in the habit of saying to me
and though Mrs. Stoke was not grea,
authority in most matters, she koew
what she was saying on this point. 1
said to myself, "Of course she will send
it back" but I had a very chill. sensa;
tion of doubt about my heart.
| All the morning; | sat, still over the
IRE, With . longing to 60 and talk, to
some one. For more than week now
had not exchanged word with my
oe,ghbors, and this was terrible. to, q
person like me, living surrounded by 80
many whose lives had come to be q
part Of mine. But had not the oour.
see,to ,ak Re the Initiative. I canuo,
tell how I louged for some one to come
for the loo to be broken. But it wae
only natural that people should be sur
prised and offended, and even have
learned to distrust me. For vho could
they suppose was hiding away like
thst-some mysterious sinner belon yiny
to myself:-some one | had a, special in.
tetest in? And then she had been re.
, cogh,zed by Everard Stoke!
At about twelve O'Clock my quietness
was disturbed by the sound OF some one
coming; my heart began to beat and
my face to flush, but it was only old
, White with his fellow servant Missij.
sarah, as he called her, pronounclng the
two words as if they we're one. Their
visit put me in possession Of the whole
miserable story. 1t vas like tale OF
enchautment oil throug b. The man
; bad besn mature man of forty or more
buried ID science and learning, when
he 6zst saw the beautiful creature who
sioes seemed to have been the curse o1
his life. She was an iun. n.keeper'e
dsuQhtor untanpht and nnroa,o1 n