Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1884-03-06

fear
There i, nothing to bc forgiven, my
sweet uile. Heaven blc--nnd keep you
always"
Clara's eyes filled wi'h tears and tn"
reconciliation was complete
a leu ia, after this, Cana was at Ter
f,vortlc window, gazing out "i'h rae
pleasure at the handsome clutpases
which dashed past
1t WAS splendid winter day, and
there was suow on the sround'
Since the night Of Aunt L'ha's 'iSi'
Clara had been suprcmcly Larpy her
husband had spent h,- evenings i"s"
Larh in her company. and mad phceeS"n
taken ner to thu ycty Theatre Spokcn oI
by her aunt. True, she ha noticed the
lovely MademoisrlIe Ns~, and hn'
mag ned her attentions were rather
plainly addressed to her husband, 6nt
she had do crmin,d to bdnish suspicion
ton ever. II was an easy task, ior hank'
mes wa- one of tn, chief virtues ~ her
luveiy character.
= Absorbed Ia her peasant r"y"rier 81"
had Mt noticed thea. pro ia oi a maid
who handed her 8 letter. \ vague
prr.outimcnt of evil came over lcr ~
she opened it. It Was from Aunt Liza,
aud ran a. fullow- :--
MY DEAR NiIcE.-l rcprt exceed.
inrly the position ! am placed ~ but
feel bound under the c'rCunIst.In'"s to
expose your husbands durl city. ! saw
hnn, unob-crved, this iurcuo' II, cony.r
sing ia tue lob y of TIA. theatre Tia
M,lyInni4. lie We a. lOyetlio ri enough
to consucc Inc that he Is going 10 at.
tn the performance might. IL" -
cruelty decuiying YOU. aud strongly
advise YOU tu unma,k h y.llaUy end
separate from him.
Ahcct Juately your,
AUNf Liza
Clara crushed the letter ia her hands,
and sat there looking 1T ia" f,-tEIll.
ing snow. 1t VAS growing darker, snd
lac would soon be here. Aud then
Would she show him the letter aud dc.
mand an cxplanat on No 1t would be-
met by cquiyocAl replies. lie vas a
mas Ter in tho art Of e,.ption, but that
night would end il for ever.
\, she thought thi., che fclta dull
pain al her heart and thc evening grew
deeper.
Why, little wife, ste you sitting
alone in the cleaning -
# was Hcrbert's cherry voice hehAd
entered unpercsiyed. .
"Herbert the tone was lorre1 and
hollow--''are you going out tonight ~
why, yes, my dear might have
told you this morning. have an i'm.
portant engagement. II will not be- long
now, pct wife !"
What did he mean lie could not
see the weird beauty Of that deadly
pale face as she babe him farewell.
Il wa, gala night at the theatre.
The benefit OF Madcmoisellc Vera. the
fame Of whose beauty and talant was
whis pered, had drawn a crowded su.
dicnce and boxes, orchestra aud gal.
lcry l,resentcd an animated scene.
Oue was there. however, whose heart
wa- aching with pain. Nc-, Mademo,..
ellie Vera was beautiful anil there wa.
NJ mistakinE the ieryent admiration
with which she was regarded by all,
but mote especially by the solitary &C.
cupant of one of the boxes and this
person Clara recognizedas A. her husband.
How changed he looked The contain.
ination Of that woman presence
seemed to infect him with fever; there
was unnatural brilIiancy in his ,plendd
eyes, notwithstanding which his face
looked worn and haggari. lie was
never so at home.
The curtain fell at last, and tumul.
tuous applause brought Mademoiselle
Vera before L. She was greeted with
flowers and cheers, which were treated
by the pampeFed beauty with proud
indifference, til 81 last boquet more
elegant than the rest fell at her feet.
She gave glance at one ofthe boxes,
kissed her hand to the occupant. and
withdrew. Clara felt the building swim
round before her, but by a strong effort
she controlled herself, and reached the
entrance in safety.
Shutting herself in her carriage, she
waited patiently, much to the astonish
ment of her coachman, an unusally
stolid individual, quiet averse to adven.
lures. Half al hour afterwards he re.
ceiyed the welcome order to drive
home.
Clara has seen her husband emerge
from the stage entrance With Mademois.
ellie Vera. A deadly palIor passed over