Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-08-18

tell you Working for this hour, shaving 7
for it, enduring for it, with but one ambi-
ton IN tile wretched struggle they call
| life--to meet you face to face, to look IN
to your eyes as they rested on your work,
to tell you Of the burning brain which |
could find no relief in tears, the weight of
iron breaking the heart on which your
hand has placed it. All! it is a little
land, white and fair clasping it within
his own-sseven to lift so monstrrous
weight; yet you placed it well, not miss
ing single nerve slender, pretty fingers,
but o so cruel! Elsie, have you no re-
mOrse?"
"Victor, you are the cruel one; you do
me an injustice unworthy Of yourself!'
cay. injustice! What do you know of
the word? You, who sit here in your
beautiful home, and let the world go by
unheeded and uncared for, what memory
had you for the man you had doomed,
whose struge les, whose agonies you could
watch as the cat playing with the mouse?
l saw him kiss you last night, the man
you call your husband, forgetting my
right to the title-forgetting, in the sight
of Heaven, that you are my vile. You
rested in his arms, you laid your head
upon his shoulder, looking with adoring
eyes into his face! You whispered
words of love in his ear, but for the last
time. ] would have killed him, but
that wanted you alone in the world to
which we are gong. Elsie, darling, you
do not fear mel" his voice suddenly sink
ing from frenzied anger to its old tender
ness.
, At any moment he might draw the
concealed weapon from his pocket at
any moment plunge the dagger into my
heart. A scream, struggle, would but
make sure my fate. What was to be done?
t ''Victor," said, with cunning match
ing his own, "let us not die, but live. In
death all is uncertainty; in life we have
4 each other and love"
He glanced with keen suspicion into
: my face.
| ssAnd you love me?" he questioned
{ GLOW dare you, then, give your kisses tc
t that other-the kisses which belonged tc
Il me? Listen! We have no time to spare
Already they are on my track. To-nigh
y | saw them, but their eyes failed to fine
$, me- Nor do find it such difficult task
q Yet, if once they seize me, they will bea
st me back to the place from which I fled
but not alive--O not alive! See Elsie !!
lie throwing back his coat, and disclosing
j. the long, narrow cleaning blade he ha'
d concealed there. 'First your heart, thel
ID mine! You grow pale; you tremble.
er will soon be over A moments pang
eternal happiness
= His arms are thrown tight around me
rs am powerless even to struggle in hi
iron clasp His words fall Kissing, on
lg by one, on the still air. Darkness
in gathering around me--the darkness {
as despair.
nd The little clock upon the mantcl chime
a eleven, and remember, with a thrill {
ne horror, it is the last time I shall ever hes
1t strike, when outside sounds a clerr
l whistle, and step | recognize as m
husbands upon the pavement.
~ Its firm, manly tread is unmistakabl
ae l can fancy his glancing up at the lighte
ep windows shining forth their welcome IL
lie him Another momen: his latch-ke
,rt will be in he door.
''Victor'' I exclaimed, 81 hear the
ite coming. He the spy, is on your trac
nd Conceal yourself where you were befor
| will mislead him and return to 20
rs, For my sake, be quick
CT At these last words his hold relaxe
ere The old cunning leaps tohis eyes.
re, Ger your sake" he whispers.
nd With sudden spring he is again hi
den behind the folds Of the curtain, al
nd in that moment my husband entered Il
to room, and 1 rushed to the shelter of
oor arms. Behind him follow two men.
nd, My darling, what is it?' Will e
no claims. "What has happened? l fou1
d [ these men watching the house, and tn
insist mailman entrusted to their ca
AID has entered here. I, Of course, ha
ril- given them permission to search"
the I try to speak, but cannot. The wor
die in my throat as point, TREMBLING,
ned the curtain where can discern, peeri
'm, through, Victor's cleaning eyes.
the "Traitress!" hear him exclaim; a.
md as the men spring forward there folio
a dull fall.
is Poor fellow! He has taken his s
journey alone. In his frenzy he h
ing plunged the steel through his own hea
ore loyal unto death and madness.
For weeks [, too, lowered on
His graves brink, but my husbands tend
the love and care won me back to life; a
the together we always visit one solits
'ere mound in the church-yard, where
nd. ever place fresh flowers, with the pra,
cry that he who sleeps at last has found
ms journey, even as he thought, "but {
Stan in eternal haDninnes ;,