Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1882-07-14

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her presence Indifferent still, when
the other moths, kept in allegiance by
mis- superior stronghold, huttered round
the candle; but. save by little, tired
look, he saw from his covert and distant
observation IN her eyes, she welcomed
his return to ner, all unquestioning his
absence He found himself growing
irritated. almost angry.
"Will you drive with me this after
noon?" she asked him, one morning,
Eyes" he answered.
And at FIVE O'Clock, the perfect little
trap stood waiting its mistress occu-
pancy-the horses paving impatiently,
while the groom held their heads, and
he lounging near, waiting Miss Field
ing's advent.
Fifteen, twenty minutes passed, and
she did not come. The half hour had
struck before, with hasty apology for
her delay, she took her scat, and gath
ering up the reins in her little gloyed
hand, gave the ponies an impatient
touch of the whip, which made the
groom's scramble for his place almost
a y aterloo.
Max, quickly observing her, noted
that her face was unusually pale. and
although there was no redness about
her eyes, he could have fancied there
had been recent tears there. However,
she talked merrily and brightly as was
her wont. and soon the sea air brought
back the color to here cheek, and
chased the lament look of sadness from
her eyes.
What lovely sky" she exclaimed,
as a sudden turn in the road brought
them il full view of sky and ocean,
and ut that moment the sunset gun
doomed from the fort.
The horses made sharp s@erye.
The road was very narrow, with large
boulders on either side. Almost be-
fore anyone could realize how or when
it was done, the wheel of the pnaeton
had struck one of these, and the girl,
totally unprepared to resist the sudden
shock, was thrown heavily to the
ground. Almost as rapidly, Max was
beside her
For the instant lie thought her dead.
Her head had struck a small stone, and
tiny stream Of blood was trickling
from her temple, making her pallor
more CHASTITY. The thought that she
might be dead came TO him with a
sickening awfulness. Death ard this
bright, beautiful being seemed 50 wide
asunder; and yet in moment, per-
haps, they had been united; but al
most with the dreadful fear came It's
relief.
She opened the lovely eyes, and til e
t ,la Il =
feeble motion to rise. II. drew
brandy flask from his pocket, and
made her drink then, when she had
grown little stronger, he lifted her in
TO the carriage, and supporting her
with one arm, he drove slowly home.
As they approached the hotel, she
called strength and will into action,
and gaining the first entrance, escaped
with but little assistance into the house.
by mutual consent they made no men
ton Of the accident.
For day or two she was confined to
her room but when she reappeared,
save that she was Il trifle paler, she had
never before looked more lovely.
II thank you SO much, Mr.. Elliot, for
your kind care for me" she said, as
they stood together on the moonllt
piazza.
"Do not mention il" he answered,
coldly.
These past three days had betn filled
t0 him with strange experience. His
revenge had grown distasteful to him,
he told himself. 1t could not mend
Fred's broken heart, and his own
could only harbor scorn.
The next week he saw but little of
Miss Fielding. He avoided her where
ever he could do 80, although he noted
that she was growing wan and pale.
"What are you doing, Max Elliott
asked Mrs. Redfern, one morning, rs
she came upon him seated by an open
window Of the long drawing room. Il
told YOU once that Nora Fieldlngs
fault lay not III her non poss asslon Of
Il heart, but that no man had touched
il. could not say chat to-day. Have
you no seruples, no remorse?
None. If what YOU tell me he true,
should only exult What could | feel
but seorn for Il woman who conld lead
man on TO wrecking his life at her
feet? But you need hav? no fear.
Miss Fielding is capital actress, that
IL ILL., "
Mark what | say you will recall
those words" prophcsicd the little
matron, sweeping angrily away.
Never - mentally calculated the
man, vaulting through the low window
To the piazza with Il sudden feeling that
the house stitled him, but no. prepared
to find himself face To face with Miss
Fielding's self.
She had been sitting with IN open
hook disregarded in her lap, her eyes
gazing seaward, and she had heard Of
necessity, every syllable which had been
Yes, have heard all, 7" she said, in
reply to his questioning look. You
came here to revenge your friend, Mr..
Elliott Well. your revenge shall be
You say he suffered. So
you have made me suffer Why should
| seek to conceal what is acutest pain
To confess Was it my fault that |
could not love Fred Ronalds Was
il my fault that his own love made him
blind? Ii -, | have been punished,
and my punishment il your reward.
10 il | add the humiliation Of this
avowal.'
Never had she looked more lovely,
never more proud, than when She
stepped from the throne to the level
OF suffering womanhood. His scorn.
his triumph were they Swept
away rs ny mighty food, and reveal
ing the naked truth, Of all which vet
might he, OF all which SO nearly he had
lost.
Before she had OWNED his purpose,
HE had gathered her two hands III his
strong grasp.
Nora Ny darling, forgive me ]"
he murmured. Il love you, and my
love has made me blind indeed "0h,
my darling, l came to mock. ana |
stayed to worshipl | give up my re-
venge to you VIII you, more gen
erous than have been, refuse to take
ill.,"
Not that !" She answered; and now
the bright eyes were filled with DIM
ming tears. But in taking it, it is 10
give in return my love, my heart, my
life All, Max" she whispered, softly.
little later, lis it always the woman's
fault that men say she has no soul
Shall we expose our one priceless jewel
to the gaze Of every curious passer-by
ON hfe's Journey
Aud he, with the jewel forever his,
sate-loeked IN his strong lold, is fam to
admit her words are true, even while