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E has had plenty of lovers, I hear. There
was an old story which my mother told
me years ago, of her attachment to man
who was in every way worthy of her, but
who suddenly changed his mind, and
married another woman"
Was-did this man love Lola
Stein ?"
at was said that he did. But why
should he marry another woman
Moreover, his wife has, no doubt, driven
, poor Lola out of his head and heart by
this time"
Mrs. Sewer sat motionless moment,
then she rose and went hastily to hel
! own room. Keyes looked after herwith
a queer smile, threw his old paper down,
and went out to amuse himself. He had
finished his days work.
gFs MFs g saggsEE sEw Taa e standing gnBsff Bsfa face
beside the sallow, skinny one. Why did
he marry her? Because when she quar-
relied with Louis she had almost flung
herself into his arms, thinking she made
him happy for life+c He had loved an
other woman! ae had married her only
out of chivalric sense of honor. ALI
these years in whichBhe might have won
him she had held him aloof, wrapping
herself in feverish passion for-O God
for what? What brutal creature was it
that she had set up in her husbands
place?
An hour later Mrs. Sewer put on her
hat and the prettiest dress she had, and
went to call on this new cousin. She
came back looking more ghastly, walk
ing quickly, as if urged on some matter
of life and death. Lola had proved to
be the most gentle, merry, winning wo-
man she had ever known. She told Fred
this with speechless terror in her eyes
that made him almost pity her. No man
who had loved such woman, she said,
could ever forget her. Where was Tom ?
Only an hour since he went fishing. It
seemed like days.
"Order them to saddle the horses :"
(imperiously). "We will follow them. :"
"To Catalonche p
"Where he is, I must see him. I
have lost Lou I have lost everything.
I must see him. If there is any
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room, muttering to herself.
"My medicine will kill or cure" said
DR.. Fred, as he went to the stables.
About noon two fishermen came to the
bluff which overlooked the Demons
Grave. The colonel had not spoken for
two or three miles. He drank repeated
" from his pocket flask, and chewed the
end of an unlighted cigar.
"That's nasty bit of road," said
Tom, looking up at the pass. "Let's
try the laurel"
"When want my game, I don't turn
back for a rough climb. Are you
afraid 2" clustered the colonel.
"Oh, no." said Tom, carelessly. "I1l
keep with you, Of course"
They reached the pass-a ledge of
rock On the edge of precipice two feet
wide"
"I have word to say to you, Sewer. "
The colonel, who was ahead, turned
and faced the smaller man.
"Not here, Chaplin" laughed Tom
"I am absurdly dizzy"
"Yes, here and now-curse it !"
"What's the matter?" (staring about
him). "Hallo There is Keyes:. And
Betty ne was deligfted as Soy.
When he had descended the hill his
wife was waiting alone. Keyes had pru-
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"What is it? Have you beeh i'll,
Betty?" She was leaning down from
her horse, her hands on her shoulders,
her eyes on his with an agony of entreaty,
of love, such as he had never seen there
before.
20 Tom /! T thought I had lost you. "
he lifted her down, and placed her on
a gray rock by the path. He did not
laugh at her. There was something here
more than nervous folly-something, he
thought, which he had been waiting for
for years. He had despaired that it
would ever come to him.
"Tom, do you care for me at all
Went you try to love me little? No
matter how inferior I am Toto other
women have nothing but you-noth-
ing! !" she sobbed, humbled and terrified
at last into her real self.
DR.. Keyes saw very little of his friends
that day. The next morning Mrs. Sewer
met him on the grassy village-street. She
was leaning on her husbands arm. Her
cheek was flushed, and her eyes brilliant.
"We leave in an hour, DOCTOR" she
said, little quaver of triumph In her
tone. "I always had prejudice against
this village, and Mr.. Sewer is quite will
ing to indulge me in my whins."
"I am ready to 90 at any time. Col
onel Chaplin, too, found the fishing poor
and game scarce, and left last night. he
asked me to tender his adieus and best
wishes"
Mrs. Sewer bowed.
81 knew Louis Chaplin very we'll
once," she said, frankly; g but 1 found
it hard to recognize him in this poor,
degraded creature. There are the horses.
I want to feel that We are actually on
the road-to home, Tom," she added, in
happy whisper, clinging to bis arm.
"I have struck the keynote at last,
Fred" said Sewer, when they drove off,,
his face growing, "But I can't explain.
Nobody can understand such matters
between husband and wife, you know" "
"No," said DR.. Keys, and lighted his
cigar. .-Appleton's Journal.
Foreign Excavations.
Since Schleimann unearthed the
bones and treasures of Agamemnon at
Mycene, a perfect fever of excavation
on ancient sites has seized upon the
Greeks and the outside world. Ger
mans are digging at Olympia, and they
have gone to the very root, laying open
the foundations OF the ancient temple of
Zeus, and developing the whole circuit
of the sacred enclosure in which the
Olympic games were celebrated. AS
yet they have not dug up any OF the
fragments of the ivory and gold statue
of Jove, ky Phidias. The French are