The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1884-07-25
Monsieur lie Pasteur.
CHAPTER III.

Suo Wouiu marry MIN. she naQ come
to him OF her own accord-Heaven-s
doubtless. And she loved him. He
had not dared to believe that at first
only divine pity and tenderness could
have inspired her-but, as the days
passed, circumstances brought convic-
ton, and the doubts and fears melted
into rapture. ~
They. were to go to England for part
or their honeymoon, that he might
learn to know all her friends; and then
they would return to the familiar but
glorided life among the hills. " b
His happiness exhilarated him some
times, at other times it oppressed him
like burden What was he that so
much good should befall him, while
other men Were dying for, q CLEAN of
sunshine, starving for u crumb OF joyY
He had loved humanity always because
it suffered; he would love it better now,
since he had escaped from the common
lot.
The world seemed transAgured, as he
stood on the path, which wound from
the valley up through the woods. Rays
Of light, like blades of silver, pierced
the soft grayness Of the rolling mists,
and the drops of moisture, gemming
every leaf and twig, sparkled as though
Q shower OF diamonds had fallen. How
fair was. Nature, and how good God,
was; how devoted to holy works would
he make all his future, as thank-Of-
feringl r1rH~,yrr r,y1,,rfy,-.
She loved him-would love him more.
She had said SO.
His mind was so full Of her that her
voice, breaking in on his reverie, did
not startle him. Heput aside the bOughs
hanging over fallen tree on which he
had seated himself, that he might see
her as she came along toward him.
Having done 80, he could no more have
dropped the verdant screen that would
he had been turned to stone. She was
not with her mother. as he had thought.
A man accompanied her, man whom
he recognized at a glance, though he
had never heard him described.
Statelier than aCelt, fairer than a
Swiss, with bold blue eyes and blonde
hair, and military swing in his gait,
and beauty that even the sullen, re-
proachful anger in his face could not
mar-De la Roche knew that he was
looking on Frank Daily.
The girls face was pale and tear
stained, her eyes were bent fixedly on
the ground. her hands clasped before
her in an attitude of resignation.
"You have not the slightest right to
blame me-" she was saying, las little
as you had to seek me out. that you may
torture me now, when it is too late"
And who made it too late?" he ask
ed sadly. "Who ran away and hid her
self. and made explanation and atone
ment impossible?"
Ibid you not tell me to forget you"
II did, but it seemed the only thing
to do them"
GAS it is the only thing to do now,"
she said quickly.
'Oh, no, for am free"
But am bound"
"Only bound by your own word. I
was bound by lawful fetter."
land what's a fetter!" she cried, her
eyes flashing, her chest rising and fall
ing hurriedly; "a fetter that held you
to dancing woman, woman whose
name you dared not mention at your
home! And after such marriage tie
as that, you come to me with falsehoods
about your love, and win my stupid
heart, to break it and disgrace me, you
being married all the time"
Ibid 1 know then that was mar
riedp Is my oath not enough? Are the
facts not proof enough that I had
thought her deadp How could know
that she was too evil even to burn,
when the theater she was dancing in
was left shellp How did know that
she would bide her time to come back
and be avenged, with wicked cunning,
when might have been happy? And
you reproach me that had not told you
about her. You think that, false in
one thing. must be false in all. Was
it fitting story to bring to pure wo-
man, the story of that old sorrow and
shamep Was the grief of my. youth
likely to crown my manhood in your
eyesp If did wrong, have 1 not suf-
fered enoughy And as to her, had
been older and worse ] should not have
married her; in which case, in yours
ed blameless.
There was a hard, sneering emphasis
in his tone which hurt the girl.
"Oh, no, Frank, don't think us worse
Pharisees than we were, and forgive me
if have seemed to doubt you. You
see your coming was such sudden re-
vival of the buried pain, that l hurt you
more than I meant, perhaps, in self-de-
fence. We have both suffered, and
whichever of us erred has atoned, and
now we may part friends"
"Then you mean us to part?"
"What can / do? There is no other
way"
truth, and let him free your l suppose
he is honest enough to do thatp'
II shall never ask him." She was
motionless now, her face brayely up-
lifted, though her tears fell fast. He
loves me far better than ever you loved
me. Frank. know that, though am
sure don't know why he should"
''But you love me, and that is where
have the better of him."
There was an ugly frown on Captain
Dalby's brow. 1t is not every man who
can play the last card of the game he
has lost with grace.
Perhaps do; but that is my shame
and sorrow, and 1t will not be always
so, I trust, and know"
'.And you will have nothing to say to
me nowp'' f-1 -'-'i t-1-
mol"
~Then need not detain you any
longer. / am sorry ], intruded upon
you, Farewell"
Farewell" She stood looking after
him till he was out of sight, her head
held high, her lips pressed together.
Then she flung out her arms with a cry:
II do love him, I do love him! How can
I bear itY" ~ .A.D lt ~