The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-05-12

but the man who loved her saw
the uncomfortable shudder that
surged over lola at the sound Of
the new name.
An hour or so later the family
lawyer was closeted with Hugh
Fenton, and when Lola was called
in, afterward, her husbands face
was so exquisitely peaceful and
satisfied that it almost startled
her.
Doctor Sandford tells me there
is only an hour or so more, in all
probability-everything is done,
my wife. l am at peace with the
world, my conscience and heaven.
Sit here with me, dear, until-the
last. I want your sweet face to
be the last [ see this side.'
So there they were, she cold,
pale, strung to q nervous tension
that was agony to endure, and he
-perceptibly growing further and
further away, until, like a baby
on it's mothers breast, he closed
his eyes.
All through the night they
watched and waited for the breath
TO futter away forever, and just
when the dawn began to break
DR.. Sanford took his fingers off
the wrist, and turned with a
choked, solemn voice
Thanks be to God! Hugh will
live! The crisis has passed, and
his pulse has been Strengthening
steadily for fifteen minutes
And the next second Lola lay
in a dead faint on the floor beside
her husbands bed.
Her husband! And he would
live! And she-did not love him !
Heaven be pitiful
Such fearful days followed, and
yet nobody but these two under
stood anything about it, and even
they did not wholly understand
each other.
Such awful days, when Lola
prayed that at heart she might
not be a murderess; that heaven
would give her strength to endure
the life forced upon her; wher
Hugh cursed the fate that spared
him, because she was so cruelty
punished by the mistake of it all.
Days, and weeks, and months,
passed, finding Lola always at her
post, always where fond, loving
wife would be; finding her growing
more and more patient, and even
more sweetiy gentle than ever, if
that were possible, while Hugh
grew restless and impatient, and
the one great dread Of his life-the
dread lest she should after awhile
hate him instead of being simply
Indifferent as she was now, grew
on him like 8 nightmare.
Until one day he announced bis
intention Of going abroad-to gain
strength, be told Lola-to rid her
of him she knew so we'll he meant.
And alone, Hugh?'
'Alone-certainly,' he said, al
most hal shly in his bitterness.
For who was there in all the
world to 60 with him?
So he made bis preparations
with a heart as heavy as lead-a
heart that suffered untold agony
as he saw the new glad light that
was daily coming in his wife's
eyes-joy at the speedy prospect
of being separated from him, if on
ly for awhile.
And then be said goodbye and
vent his way; by easy stages and
frequent stops, until he reached
the lovely summer land of Italy,
to Florence, the city Of aowers-a
heartsick, hoartsore man, who
would rather have laid down his
life than to live longer the solitary,
loveless existence that fate had
apportioned him.
And yet-despite all his bitter
ness, the soul-sickness, his brain
and heart were all athrob in ex-
pectation of the letter from his
wife he knew would be there.
Only-it was not there!
And he went slowly, ,despairing-
ly to the rooms engaged by tele-
graph; wondering why all Of life
and hope and joy and love such as
glori6ed other mems lives, were
| denied him, wondering
And opening the door to see
Lola waiting for him-Lola all her
passionate soul 10 her eyes, all her