The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1884-07-16
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she said, trembling.
II shall be more presently, II you
who are TO become my wife IN less
than a month, do not answer simple
question, he said furiously.
1T was a present from the Duke OF
Broughton, she fsltered.
How dare he give you presents OF
this valued he continued wrathfulIy.
Come. give it to me, before tear the
accused bauble from your arm.
''You are a tyrant!" she exclaimed
flashing look Of defiance, but holding
out the snowy rounded arm for hlm to
unclasp the glittering thing, now thor
oughlY afraid to disobey him.
:.My future wife will not require the
Duke of Broughton's gifts, or any
other mans" he said, somewhat ap-
peased at Clarine's compliance. ''Ihis
| will be returned at once with our
united compliments.
..Will you be so mean as TO send it
back?'' she asked angrily. why,
| that will be an insult "
"Can it be a worse one than sending
you this bauble-you, who can earn oy
your own talents alone, cart-loads OF
| such trash?"
1T was a tribute to my genius, moth
ing more"
"a trap set to waylay my darling,
| who is too trusting Come; you, /
| see. cherish this bracelet because you
are a woman, and like pretty geWgaws.
| Your desire shall be gratified. l will
go out at once and buy you some OF
| the rarest bracelets and rings that
Bond street holds; will that satisfy my
Clarine2'
'.You need not do that to make me
happy" she replied coldly, though,
of course, with, as you say, woman's
natural vanity, l do like pretty trink-
cts. 1 only have one very great de-
| sire"
what is that? will grant it, dar-
ling, if can, he said tenderly.
mot to be so Jealous, especially in
the profession we are in. Come" this
eoaxingly. will you promise, Ger
aldP'
II cannot; mine is the nature of the
South. that is the reason l pleaded 50
hard for you not to enter it. knowing,
as did. my absorbing love for you,
and the shoals and quicksands that
lurk about theatres for lovely women.
Then you don't trust me?"
81 do; trust everything that is pure
and holy: but it is others whom | can
not. Besides. praise is salt to wo-
mans very nature; men know that.
and that is the beginning of the end"
81 suppose you are right. Gerald"
she replied testify.
But all was made up again, and
her arms when she performed that
evening, but not the dukes.
A few days after the episode about
the bracelet, when Clarine had finished
her part, she said:
"Will you mind me going home
now? have a sick-headache, and to
wait for you to accompany me would
be pain.
Certainly, sweetheart. The cab
will bowl you home in no time. Go to
bed directly you arrive. l will come
the first thing in the morning"
Feeling very anxious about her Ger
aid walked that night to her house just
to comfort his perturbed mind, and as
he rounded the corner of Clarine's ter
race he saw with horror the Duke of
Broughton walking from the direction
of his darling's home. and enter a
hanson.
A cold perspiration believed his face
as he stood rooted to the spot, nearly
dazed with numbness that possessed
his whole frame.
He at last found utterance and said
between his teeth:
Il dare not confront her now, for if
she confessed to her falseness | would
kill herP' and like person suffering
with blindness, he CROPPED his way from
the spot
The next morning found Gerald with |
Clarine, cool and self-possessed, APP
parently schooled by nights re-
Election.
81 am innocent. Gerald, of any
wrong-indeed l am" she pleaded.
HE came, but swear ] never saw |
him; he said he wished to see me con- |
corning some charitable performance
DO not be so cruel as to doubt my
word.'
Il believe you," he said, because |
dare not doubt you; if l did, should |
WHAT" she asked in alarm.
kill your he Kissed.
A crowded house from floor to cell
ing to witness Othello. When the
Moor left his dressing-room with
crushed letter in his hands, his face |
wore a mad demoniacal expression.
The reason was that fatal letter, which
ran thus:
81 will be ready TO fly with you after the
performance is over, for his jealousy is I'M
bearable, and fear and hate bim-Dont fail
your Toying trusting, CEARINE."
'.dy hand shall not fail either, Des-
demonar' he said grimly.
THAT handkerchief which | so loved.
One kiss" she pleaded
mo, will not touch your polluted
lips! Woman, you are on your death
bedi"
What, oh, Heavens, do you mean.
GeraldP" she screamed ''Oh, spare
me. For the sake of our love let me
Iive!"
ITO fly with him-never!"
His mad fingers closed on the fair
young throat; his love and her treach-
cry had overthrown his reason.
Never could there be seen a fairer
Desdemona as she lay in her beauty in
he embrace of death
So Loves Tragedy was consum- /
mated. Gerald died within month,
mad. {