Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1885-04-09

Glad, in youth-time, OF youth delight
Let us wonder, weary with pning,
What is the hope with which YOU are shinfnp7
dent.
MATCHED---NOT MATED.
81 should like to know what you are
thinking about. he said ENORMOUSLY,
as he came up behind her chair.
Would you?" she asked in a cool,
contemptuous voice.
lie had grown so used to her con-
tempt that he scarcely minded it. Her
thin white dress enhanced the pale
GOODNESS of her face as she sat there on
the hotel veranda, with her sombre
hazel eyes looking out to the serene
sapphire sea and the distance-whitened
sails,
The sun was setting, but the band
still played on the fanciful band-stand,
which stood like a shell against the
peaceful azure of the sky. The moving
crowds still thronged the wide piazzas
or poured down upon the smooth
walks. Here and there scarlet para
sol made a spot of flame; and there
were beds of scarlet bloom upon the
Well-trimmed lawns.
Would you?n repeated Sybil Dem
ming, as she turned to regard her hus-
band. There was curious intoler-
ance in her expression, dislike ap-
preaching hatred. because / would
as soon tell you; | was thinking how
handsome Gordon Marquand is. :"
A smile overcamc the intolerance of
her face; she seemed fairly to reyel in
the impotent rage she had aroused.
Hamilton Denning shut his teeth up
on an ugly word.
Madame he said, ''you choose
your time we'll; you would not speak
so elsewhere than in public; you would
not dare say that to me in your room.
She arose from her seat and faced
him.
Come up to my room and see what
will not dare. "
Her smile scorned him again; her
white dress swept past him mockngly;
he could have cursed her at that in
slant witha the fury of his passionate
heart.
Their rooms looked out upon the
same gay scene. The band had fin
ished playing tinkling gavotte, and,
in its stead, a lively potpourri came
floating up.
Sybil Denning threw aside the snowy
shawl that had elung upon her shout
ders and stood before the window,
looking out.
Il am quite ready to repeat my
words, " she said as if she gloried in
defying him. Il can see Marduand
down there. He is leaning on the rail
OF the promenade"
Denning came swiftly towards her.
his anger not one whit abated.
you are shamelessI' he cried; his
utterance was thick and disiointed. at
is not bad enough, that you, married
woman, my wife, should prefer another
to your husband, but you must faunt
it openly. Why don't you elope with
your handsome lover2"
There is only one thing prevents"
"And that?"
His wife might object" she an
swered languidly.
lie caught her violently by the arm;
his strong grasp bruised the delicate
flesh.
'You dare say such things to mel
Her hazel eyes grew luminous with
passion; she answered in a disdainful
voices
'Yes, dare say anything. You
knew what you were doing when you
married me. You bought me, and
against my entreaties. | warned you.
] am sick OF lies, and you shall hear
the truth. Ii you wanted love you
should have married my mother;
She loved you, | suppose, or she'd
not have sold me to you, and she was
young enough for you.
He dropped her arm and turned
away. She spoke some bitter truth at
times.
He walked the room to stine his pas
sion.
VERY WELL" he said at length.
"Since you viii be shameless, | shall
not try to live with you Disgrace
yourself if on will; 20 on and intrigue
with your lover. | shall leave you to-
night"
She shrugged her shoulders lightly.
Perhaps you might rs well. And
now, if you have no objections,
should like to dress; it is near dinner
time"
Denning stood irresolute. She swept
coolly by him; q subtle fragrance float
ed from her soft draperies, scent
which always sickened him, since it
was ever associated with the presence
of Gordon Marquand-the scent of
wild olive. He turned and went
away.
The lamps Of the seaside city bios
somed by thousands in the soft dark
ness. The sen swept gently up about
the piles which held the wooden prom
onade.
1t was night, and still the gay
crowds thronged the wide verandas,
or strolled along the smooth and wind
ing walks.
There was no moon as yet, but far
and near the red lights glowed, or
pale electric ghosts sprang into radi-
ance.
a slender, whito-clad form emerged
from door, and hesitated there. A
man approached at once. 1t was
Marquand.
said.
''Yes; how did you know?"
81 heard him tell friend. You are
aloHeP Come, let us walk"
''Your-wife?"
''She has gone over to see the fire.
works, with friends"
She slipped her hand through his
arm, and they went down from the
porch, under the redness of the lamps,
and listened to the murmur of the sea.
Half an hour later they returned to
the hotel, and were entering the porch.
''What is itP" he asked. for she had
dropped his arm.
"Your wife, she answered, and
fled
She did not look behind her; her long
dress tripped her rs she ran. She was
conscious of someone following through
the halls and up the, stairways. She
heard the nearing steps of her pursuer,
but did not look around until she had
unlocked and flung open her door
Come inside she said then, calm
".
1t was Marquand's wife.
This latter was regal creature, tall
and dark, with flashing ewes and pur-
poseful features. She painted with ex-
element
''Yes, / viii come inside, and de-
mand you to leave this placer