The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1882-04-08

ope and read this:
"Without any doubt you will be
surprised to receive my most elaborate
congratulations on the auspicious event
that has given to your husband the
sincere, undivided love of your heart
and bestows upon yourself the title
that means, in your case, that your af-
fections are SO surely, SO sincerity plac
ed upon a gentleman 50 worthy"
Then the vein Office bound sarcasm
suddenly ceased-even the correct ele-
CANT handwriting changed into a hur-
ried, half illegible scrawl:
''lsabel what have you done? Ny
God what have you done? Could you
not have waited a little while? You
have ruined my hopes, my happiness,
my faith and trust in woman. You
have killed me-killed me F.! May God
forgive you, and, if ever | prayed, l
pray now that [ may forget | ever
loved-yes, that l love you more mad
ly than ever.
Such letter-such despair, and
such hopeless bitterness, such anguish
Of misery, such pain Of anger-and
Mrs. Van Verst crushed it in her hand
till the paper was broken in frag-
ments.
81 will forget him-I will not go to
my husband with such thoughts in my
heart My God, | will be true-I
must be be true Oh, make me-make
me true to him, and don't let Inc
sEerve. Heaven help me
And with hands clasped and lovely
eyes uplifted, she stood one moment
until a loving Father laid His blessing
Of endurance and consciousness Of His
own strength and presence upon her
heart, that was sick unto dispair.
Half an hour later she looked into
her husbands face as they sat alone
in the coach that was conveying them
to the depot such Il good, grand face
that accompanied the character, no
woman could come in contact with,
and fail to thoroughly revere and ad-
mire. And a sudden little thrill of
humble content warmed in her eyes
and quivered into peaceful smile, as
she laid her hand ON his.
81 mean to be such a good wife,
Horace" she said, gently.
MY darling, I know it," he answer
Ell her "And | am most blessed Of
any man on Gods earth to day"
So their welded life began.
Two years aftcrward and half city
in mourning, becacse of the pitiless
scourge that the hot midsummer days
had swept relentlessly down upon it.
And in nearly deserted hotel, where
fashion, and beauty and wealth had
fled before the grim oncoming of the
pestilence, two people lying dead
young, handsome even in death, with
refinement and nobility on their mar
bic faces.
And the death-roll, that morning
telegraphed to happier northern cit
les, contained these names "Mr.
Horace Van Verst, and his wife, Mrs.
Isabel Lisle Van Verst :" while, in an
adjoining room, rosy, health, joyous
and unconscious of her awful loss, their
baby girl, year old, watched over by
one careful nurse, while another, gray
haired and fearful, was hurredly
making preparations to leave the ac-
cursed fever-stricken city
Theo. Edmerton had taken up his
position at the foot of the grand stair
case, and was rather enjoying looking
on at the gay crowd that was fast fill
ing Mrs. Willard's parlors, and espec
tally looking as was not the first, or
the second, or the dozenth time he had
looked just so eagerly, at lovely Wv
ian Gwyneth.
Of late, Edmerton had been pass
ing through strange experience, and
fair haired Vivian was very intimate
" connected with it-so Intimately
that, during the past few weeks, Ed
merton had come to know that that
had happened to him he had thought
never could happen to him again, af-
ter the desolate waste in his life, when
Isabel Lisle had married another.
He had thought never to renew his
faith and trust in woman. He had no
hope nor wish that the wreck that he
had believed himself in love and pas
sion should be made anew. And then
right into all the debris of his affect
ions, Vivian Gwynet had come with
sympathy and healing.
Until, standing and watching her
tonight, the fairest brightest star in