The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1884-12-03

even Philip Carsdale's sunny,
| handsome face grew grave and
serious.
| II WIS a guilty concience that
troubled the bride; but he never
suspected, and so they went away
together, and the past was left be-
hiad.
! Three years Of happiness they
knew The first was spent abroad,
land when returned to her husbands
home she had almost forgotten her
one. unconfessed secret.
! Philip kissed her one morning
and went away as usual He
would be detained until after din
ner, but there were invitations to a
grand reception. and he had prom
Used to accompany her. So, in her
satins and jewels, she awaited his
coming.
The moments passed. and up and
down the long apartment she paced.
passing in front OF the mirror for a
last survey.
Behind her, on the velvet carpet,
swept the folds of violet satin; the
frosty lace hung heavy from top to
edge, looped here and there by clus-
ters Of pale pink buds; from misty
draperies shone the fair neck and
arms, white as the pearls that en-
circled them.
! Only single rose nestled in the
yellow hair, and her eyes cleaned
like winter stars.
Over her shoulder, as she stood,
she saw her husband enter, and
turned to greet him; but something
IN the dark, proud face awed her.
He approached slowly, and laid
on the little ebony table q scrap of
paper, torn and wrinkled.
Il found this to-day" he said,
slowly. Tell NE, do you know
what It means ?''
She cane forward with faltering
step, his blue eyes searching her
face piteously.
Philip. what Is Il?
Read H." be answered sternly,
and stood with folded arms regard
ing her
Tremblingly she obeyed. Lower
bent the golden head, and the Won
dering eyes, scanning the fragment
of paper, grew dark and fearful
II was but bit Of gossip from a
theatrical journal
Owing to the illness of Madame
S. Julien, her place was taken last
evening by Miss Maie Denyere, OF
the company. The role of Cassan-
dra is by no means aa easy one,
and we compliment Miss Denyere
not only on her willingness and
courage to essay 1t, but her thorough
appreciation. She possesses un-
doubted hIstrionic talent, and viii,
with -"
Here it ended. MAZE turned with
dropping face and murmured the
one word:
Forgive"
"Ah, you do not deny it? You
are the person referred 70 in that
item Maze, Maie. / have been
doubly deceived Hush do not
protest; i: is useless"
Hear mep' she implored, clasp
ing her white hands tremblingly
Philip, | meant to have told all
that | had been on the stage before
the death of my uncle, who made
me bis heiress; but one day | over
heard conversation between you
and Hugh Beleroft, and you were
so harsh in your condemnation |
feared TO tell you then; ! thought
We would be happy together; that
some time, when l dared, | would
tell you all. But now-oh, forgive
me. Philip-Philip."
She was down at bis feet then, the
violent satin and frosty lace gleam-
ing in the gaslight, her eyes uprais-
ed to his dark, stern face that did
not soften to her appeal.
Il can never forgive you, be said
slowly. "You have deubly wrong
ed and deceived me. The dishonor
She leaped to her feet then with
flashing eyes and erected head.
mo morep' she cried. "Reproach
me, but do lot insult me | have
deceived you; bur do not deserve
that. 0nce again / ask forgiveness,
for our boys sake
Philip listened, cold and silent
All the love the pity in his heart
was crushed, and he realized only
his own wrong, his outraged feelings
For his sake / would prevent a
public scandal he said, in icy, de-
li0erate tones. but from this time
forth We are as strangers. You claim
my name, l cannot deny you that;
you live beneath my roof, but you
are no longer my wife :"
Males head bent, and he did not
see the strange gleam in her blue
eyes, the naughty curve OF the red
lips, the bright glow that leaped to
her pale checks.
Once her lips parted, but she sup
pressed the proud words with a gasp !
and turned away.
Next morning Philip Carsdale's |
wife was gone, and on his table he
found the following brief message !: /
Il cannot live the life you have
assigned to me. III deceived you
it was because Of my love. | have
done my best. Farewell 10 you and |
darling BERTHE MAZE.
That was all no anger no reproach |
but somehow Philip Carsdale's |
heart throbbed with strange pain |
of vague pity and regret, and when
be kissed the rosy mouth of his gol-
den haired son, a glittering tear fell |
on the little upturned face.
Several months later distant city
rang with the praises of a new debu-
tante, and nightly was the Royal
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