The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1881-01-20

| iOuI Mcuois 10 siauScis fcuiASSs
! Miss Camel"
Something in the altered tone of his
voice frightened the woman.
'-Merciful heaven, Carl, what is the
matter2" SIZE cried.
He sprang from his seat as if unable
| longer to control his words and planted
himself directly in front of the now ter
rife woman. Then with blazing eyes
devouring every change of her features,
he said:
Christine Camel, to morrow sail for
| Europe for another absence of four years. .
His companion seemed for moment
stunned by this abrupt announcement, -
Then she said slowly, and in dazed
manner:
| "You are going to Europe; and Il''
''And you" with bitter sarcasm, "why,
you, perhaps, viii remember me better
during the coming years than you have
during those that have passed"
She looked at him in dull amazement,
repeating slowly to herself in a strained,
unnatural tone:
Going to Europe. Going to Europe" !"
He interrupted her impatiently, hastily,
81 see / must refresh your memory,
| Christine Cannell. Most people will
| think what L have done and am going to
do is fiendish, devilish; know better
! it Is an act of mere justice, the sequel to
charming little comedy enacted six
| summers ago among the Connecticut
hills. Do you remember, my dear Miss
Cannell.' with bitter laugh, "the poor
day laborer, as you were pleased to term
| him, with whom you amused yourself
during the idle summer days nearly six
| years ago? Do you remember how you
aroused his love, and how, in return, he
sued for yours? All! [ see you begin to
recollect. Does my name recall to your
| mind now all unpleasant episode connect
ed with it? Do you recollect how you
treated the poor farm laborer's honest
avowal of his love for you? Do you re
member how you scorned and spurned
aim; how you called him brute and
driveiing fool; how you declined life
with linn of carrots and turnips, and
patch work quilts and rag carpets, as you
picturesquely put it2 All, you do re-
member now, | see you do"
ooh, Carl ! spare me, spare me !" she
nOaned IN agony.
"Spare you; did you spare me then,
madam? When l was on my bended
knees before yon, when l begged you to
listen to an explanation from me; when
I promised you name. riches. love.
everything a man holds dear, did you
spare me p
80 my God, my God, he has no mercy
Carl, you will Kill me. shall go raving
mad if you continue"
"Ah" he sneered, ''it is my turn now,
madam. You did not know the poor
Iaborer was o man of wealth working
quietly, patiently, day after day, in search
of that greatest of boons, good health.
You would not listen to my explanation
then; by heavens you shall hear me now."
He looked at her for a moment with
out saying word, as if gloating over his
present triumph, while she shivered be-
meath his gaze as If stricken with ague
Then she murmured with trembling lips:
"Why did you not tell me your true
position at first? Why did you leave me
in ignorance of your station?''
"Simply, madam" lie replied bitterly,
because | wished to win your heart and
not your hand. You saw fit to make a
plaything of me and cast me off, Even
then my poor deceived love triumphed
| over my reason, and l tried to make you
understand, tried to buy you, but you
| would not hear me. You said that you
told gold by its glitter. Very well. |
resolved to let your motto work its own
result. banished myself to Europe for
four years, aud then returned to find you
still unmarried, to win what little heart
you have, to become your affianced hus-
band. Was not the finger of fate in all
that2 You had forgotten completely the
miserable man whom you had crushed" "
"Ah, Christine Cannell, my nature is
an evil one. / am true lover and
hard hater, and l hate you bitterly for
| the Insult you put upon my manhood |
desest You SO thoroughly for your false,
beartless character; l despise you cor
daily for you lack of all that is womanly,
that I wonder how I could have the pa
tience to perfect and carry out this just
retribution-for know that you love me,
/ know that for the first time your cold
heart has felt the nearest approach to the
divine passion of which it is capable;
and I glory in the thought that l am the
instrument of furnishing you for the
scores of mauly hearts you have broken
by your abominable siren ways and man
uers."
The poor woman sat huddled in her
chair, limp, almost inanimate, the moon
shedding its cold rays full upon her
white, despairing face. From time TO
time she moaned, almost inarticulately.
carl, you are killing me, killing met"
| Chapman laughed hoarsely.
! killing youl'' he exclaimed. "Did
you ever think of how you killed, muir
dered the best and purest OF my posses
sions-ny love2 Did you ever think OF
now you emptied my heart of its warm
est feelings and filed it with black, bit
ter, misanthropical hatel And you talk
of my killing you. Christine Cannell,
men may say that / have worked out not
only my revenge upon you; they may
| say that ii is unmanly. less than human;
/ but you know only too well, that you are