Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-11-29
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Ambition was dead. The feeling mere-
ly remained that he must perform his
destiny. He must make that discovery.
"Thank Heaven" )" he had thought "she
has left me my boy"
Fearful, however, that his uniaithml
wifc might after while seek to obtain
her ch lid, he had sold his practice, and,
W ith BERTHE, had hidden away in this
poor neighborhood, where he had toiled
on, until success and fever had entered
his home together. Then all the above
passed rapidly through his brain. Then
the child's necessity occurred to him;
cooling medicines were required.
He rose, and after careful examina-
tion of the crucibe, taking his hat, ran
down stairs.
In the next street wss druggist, and
to that he directed his steps.
The night was dark, rain was falling
but Bertrand Fermoy was too engrossed
by his new sorrow to heed it, or that he
was being followed by woman who
glided over the pavement after him. She
was thickly vailed, and dressed in rich
but dark attire.
When he entered the shop she watched
him eagerly, almost nervousiy, through
the window.
When he came forth she shrunk quick
ly back in a dark doorway. Yet, AS he
hurried past, half extended her hand, as
if she would have arrested his progress.
But her arm fell down to her side again
she sighed, waiting, then fitted, away on
his track, Reaching his room, Bertrand
Fermoy, pouring the medicine in glass,
knelt down by the little couch. The
child was moaning softly. Tenderly the
father, plac ing his arm round the tiny
form, raised it.
"Come, Berthe, my man." ne said,
quietly, "drink this for papa. Bertie
will then be better"
The boy opened his large blue eyes
with partial recognition, swallowed the
drug, and dropped back upon his pillow.
The doctor had been too occupied TO
note the sound ofa light step ascending,
had he, he would net have connected it
with himself.
But now, as, rising, he turned, he start
cd back with great cry; for there, on
the threshold Of the door he had left a. jar,
was the woman who had followed him.
Even while he gazed as one who re-
CARDS u spirit, she entered swiftly, and
dropping on her knees, threw back her
heavy vail.
The face disclosed was beautiful, but
pale, and the large gray eyes were full OF
a hungering sorrow.
Extending her hands, she pleaded in
musical tones, ooh, Bertrand, look not
on me thus am no spirit, but your
foolish erring wife, who at your feet prays
for pardon"
The words aroused him. Indignation
blended with scorn in his expression
Stepping back he exclaimed, "Pardon
Hence woman. Since you left my rool
it has been honest. / will keep it So"
"Honest !" she repeated her large blue
eyes opening wide. Bertrand, ! may
nay, Heaven knows / have acted foolish
ly, wrongfully toward you But never
have | been unff ithtu in my love never
have l brought disgrace on your name or
my own I"
He burst into low, hard laugh.
Your witnesses, madam" he letert-
cd, bitterly. "Would you bring Captain
Lasceles as one? Pray have you tired
of him, or he of you, that you are here2"
Bertrand !"
She had sprang to er-feet, as fhe had
struck her. Her pale cheek was flushed
her eyes frightened, then, in trem bling
accents, she sdded, "0h, Heaven truly
am | punished mere than / can bear
Bertrand. Bertrand I" and eagerly she
stretched forth her clasped hands-"you
surely never believed, have never been
living all this while under that cruel be-
lief the wife you once loved Foolish
selfish | have been never guilty ~
lie laughed again, but his glance wav-
cred. The recollection of his passion for
the woman before him began to surge
about his heart and brain.
Could she who had lain on his breast
could that pure face, those clear eyes,
meeting his in pain, not fear, really be-
long to such being ho had imagined
her?
Finding he did not answer, Alice Fer
moy proceeded more firmly: bertrand,
not cut of your love, for that probably is
dead but out OF your justice, ask, de-
mand Of you to hear me. 1t is not in
your nature to judge me unheard."
~ would shut my ears, for women
have serpent tongues as well as hearts,
he answered, with cruel bitterness,
that struck pain into himself, "But you
are here, go speak-I must listen"
"Oh, Bertrand |" she murmured pite
ously, IL have deserved much, but not
quite this !"
lie did not answer, only bowing his
head, for he began TO fear his own weak
ness, and dared not look at her.
She went on:
"Bertrand, as arc you aware. | re-
nouncod family and home for your love,
which would have satisfied me, had 1 not
been OF a jealous disposition"
jealous I"
He threw his head up surprised.
"Yes, was jealous Of your studying
your discovery, which took you so much
from me. get fretful in Eay solitude.
| mistrusted this discovery. / saw how
much better you might have made our
position had you acted AS other doctors