Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1881-02-25

>vv. . his g. ,.'. Dick E.MI.a
esaa,"l ioy.! H., lengthy passage. ~
IL flight 81 So, into lis own ror,.
c!.s':v with u !,,l, fire. lis 4lh,tau,l,
ripn :. aD6 IT, t"mIt rance driAh,.
The thee nch IL had lett l., L.n
liz. ,,ArcLcd il vain -tLe.e vy, l..
Hoad - be seer anywhere. VI.
could have uttered that scr,ua'
Having satisfied themselves IN ia,
Ioin. Il there being uo unt t.aH
they pro- nei to rett1l. to .la Us, .',,
Siii.,rtut!e. This tliac Horton brorgi!
" lie rear.
Arrived at the steps, he paused for
sccoi.o 60" two 10 grnlc Ger the pDkrY
tbs "i.!Y- the others d good start
hen door be hal not perceived il
III. utter Darkness opened about Tire,
inches, showing just CLEAN Of light
and voice said:
l. he gone? IIelp mc-help ne ;c
get out Of this dreadful place
Madam. am your devoted slave,
and if yon mean Faulkner, he is-'
Faulkner" and lie threw the Gool
wide open. revealing to Horizons gaze
hotel sitting-room of modest dimen-
siens, but which lad been rendered
pretty in detail by q woman's hand an 4
the presence of many flowers.
He, however, noted nothing except
the perfection Of the whole. She her
self, who stood before him, was, as he
would have expressed it, a sirer-that
is, beautiful wouan. clad in dark
velvet gown, with creamy lace about
her throat and wrists. What she was
doing there he had no time to ask, for
the lady repeated the word " Faulkner
and then inquired hurriedly, almost
excitedly, if that were indeed his
name.
Horton nodded his head in acquies-
ence without speaking. Every sense
he possessed was at that moment
merged into sight. as he gazad at the
unexpected vision. She, meanwhile.
needed him not, but had concentrated
all her power of thought on the name
of Faulkner.
Have you known Mr.. Faulkner
long?' she asked
about two years" he answered,
briefly, still too much taken up by
gazing to waste his energy in words.
1.-Two years only-then it oil hap
pened before?"
1t! What was it? But Frank at
that particular moment did not feel
any overwhelming curiosity to ask.
lis he drunkard ?" was the lady's
next question, abruptly put.
Frank thought of the FIVE bottles of
settler, and shuddered. She evidently
his meaning, for sinking
down on sofa beside him, she hid her
eyes with her hand, and gave little
sob, as she said:
st knew i'll knew it. All! if you
had an idea of what I have suffered
from this man, and to meet him here"
Faulkner is good fellow" put in
Frank, little hesitatingly.
He was to loyal not to try and defend
his friend, though he was desperately
inclined to make love to the lady him.
self.
"You men always hang together"
she said, getting up once more, and
pacing excitedly about the room.
"Do you know who am ?" she asked
after while.
Frank shook his head.
81 am Mrs. Faulkner"
Impossible! Why I never heard
hat he was married."
"Of course not, my dear Mr.. -"
Horton" interrupted he.
"Of course not, my dear MIR. Horton.
When was Mr.. Faulkner ever known to
'p eak the truth? Will you sit down
or few niiuntes while l tell you
something Of my history, and let me
Explain how it lis that ana here ia this
lotel with only my maid p
Frank thought momentarily of the
good supper in the room at the top Of
The steps; but the magic power of the
beauty conquered. and he sat down
with scarcely any regret. She looked
very bewitching, as she sat with the
light falling OH her face near the fire;
and Frank decided that she could not
be more than twenty-feur, and that it
would be imperative on him to expos
tulate with Faulkner ON her account if
he had really bseh base enough to ill
use this beautiful young creature.
"On a Christmas Eve, five years
ago. she began, 81 was staying with
NY mother at Mr.. Dents, about six
miles from here. 1t was there I met
Mr.. Faulkner. I was foolish enough
10 listen to him, and in less than week
[ had promised to be Faulkner's wife.
My mother objected, but was head
strong girl, as l am self.willed wom-
IN, and opposition only served to make
ne the more positive that Faulkner was
he only man in whom I should ever
ind my ideal. We married in the
spring, against every ones wishes, and
IN few weeks l discovered that my
husband was lunatic.'
ga lunatic! Faulkner a lunatic
Why, he is as sane as am" said Hor-
on, in much amazement.
1T matters little whether the brain
s affected from the use of alcohol or
rom hereditary disease, /" she answered,
: the effect is the same"
Frank thought uf the array of bottles
N the supper table, and wondered
phether the beautiful woman's love for
Faulkner would be re-awakened when
he learned how entirely he had re-
ormed; but he made no observation,
nd she went on.
"To give you any idea of Mr.. Faux
er's vile and disgraceful treatment of
ae were impossible. Suffice it to say
hat his cruelty. his brutality, when he