Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1883-08-29

talking very earnestly in low voice,
and his companion listened with bent,
half-averted head.
Just as they were passing near the
pair behind the shrubbery, they heard
Miss Gueltan's clear, sweet voice say,
rather TREMENDOUSLY:
"You shall have your answer to-
night, Mr.. Mohun."
"But why not now, Vivien," Mohun
persisted, III impassioned tones; If you
owe me-"
And with that they were beyond
hearing.
$50 that's a match" said Blanche,
emphatically.
"Bet you a box of gloves against
your locket that it is not - observed
Devereux, carelessly.
That evening, little while after din
ner, Miss Gueltan slipped an arm around
Blanche's slim waist, and drew her away
to her chamber. They were rather good
friends.
81 want to ask q favor of you, Miss
Camadine," she said. "You have told
me that have q look of Mr.. Mohun's
wife, and / nave fancy to see Il it is
true. am going to make myself look
as much like her as l can-just for q
jest, you know. Will you help me?"
Blanche thought it was queer fam
cy, but of course she consented.
Miss Gueltan seemed excited. She
was very pale, and Blanche thought she
had never seen anything like the daz-
zlng brightness of her eyes.
She went to work very deliberately,
only calling on Blanche now and then
and making no attempt at 1nversation.
Long before she was ready Mohun
sent a servant to say that he was waiting
to speak with her at the mirror room.
Blanche Camadine repeated the last
words.
CT told him would see him there, I"
explained Vivien, with one of her odd
smiles. "It was a favorite room with
his wife, and like it myself.
They-they say his wife died in
that room, said Blanche in an awed
whisper.
"Do then. Then it must be doubly
endealed to him." returned Vivien, with
exaggerated Indifference, as she pro-
ceeded with her dressing.
A flowing robe of snowy gauze re-
placed the black lace one, and taking a
long scarf of some glittering, golden
tissue, she twisted it carelessly across
her head and about her white throat in
such manner as to nearly conceal her
hair.
Blanche saw the object at once
Mohun's wife had had yellow hair. She
uttered cry of surprise. The Illusion
was SO perfect; the resemblance thus
produced was by the evening light Won
derful.
Last Of all, as she was going, Miss
Gueltan bent and touched Blanche's
lips with hers. They were like ice.
The mirrOr-rOOm was a handsome
apartment opening from the rose gar
den. It took its name from the large
and splendid mirrors which lined its
walls at intervals, with tall roses of rare
exotics set between.
Capel Mohun had been waiting III
this room long time it seemed to him,
when the door at last opened, and
across the soft, thick carpet woman
came slowly toward him, dressed in
white.
He had been thinking of his dead
wife, perhaps. Naturally enough, too,
this having been a favorite room of
hers.
At any rate, now he grew deadly
pale, and stood without speaking,
without moving, scarcely even breath
him. Then he drew a long, deep in
SEPARATION.
Z" Miss Gueltan!'' he exclaimed, snliI-
ing family, "do you know you startled
me wonderfully? You look tonight
so hke-some one I knew once, who is
dead now !" he concluded, after a
pause.
eyes ?" said Vivien. "Your wife, was
it not?" slowly lifting the intense bril-
lance of her eyes to his.
eyes. The resemblance is remark
able"
"Not very. Your wife and I were
half-sisters," she said, watching him
still with that luminous gaze. "You
never saw me before, because [ was
adopted very young by an aunt. Itook
her name also at her death, as a condi-
ton of inheriting her fortune"
elaine, your sister," he exclaimed.
'' Why did you not tell me ?"
g 1 had my reasons, she answered,
coldly.
Mohun reflected a moment. AS in
fash, he understood her, and grew still
little paler and graver.
"You thought" he began present
~, paused and began again; '' will tell
you about your sisters death; I have
never told anyone. have borne to
have bad, black suspicion whispered
Of me, rather than darken her memory
with a shadow; but between you and me
must be truth. Elaine never loved me.
She married me in fit of pique at the
man she did love. Her lover came
to see her after she was my wife,
knowing nothing of her former engage
ment to him. But trusted her too en-
tirely to have doubted her if I had
known. They had every arrangement
to flee together, when I discovered
it and stopped them. That night Elaine
went to my private desk, and took from
a secret department in it the Indian
drug which she knew I kept there, more
as a curiosity than anything else, and
with it killed herself. She left letter