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

hung loosely at her sides, there seemed
no passion IN the soft, sweet body.
Listen. / have broken no law; |
have meant to break none
When you married Gordon Marquand,
you knew he loved me; you knew that
had still been free he would have
waited years for me. You knew that
had been sold for price, despite my
bitter tears and entreaties. to a man /
had never dreamed of loving. And
you had money; and you schemed, and
labored, and succeeded in capturing
my lover for your husband. You knew
he did not love you, handsome as you
We're Well, you see do
not lie / walked with your husband
tonight Do you know what we said
to each other? Put down your hands,
you do not brighten me; | may not
see him ever again, but here, in my
heart, | love him-do you understand?
And his love is mine, do what you
will, her voice was thrilled with pas
sion. II loved him first
DO you want to know what we said to
each other?p
Marquand's wife sprang forward.
You haunt your shame in my facet"
she cried hoarsely, even as Hamilton
Denning had cried.
There is no shame" said Sybil;
''no shame. Only love"
The other fell upon her like a tiger.
II viii choke you, if you dare to say
sor'
Her hands were on the white throat
OF her enemy. In her fury she must
have lost all reason.
They struggled so to the open win
dow; then, forced outward, past the
sill. white form fluttered for an in
slant. There was stifled cry, and
then
Marquand's wife lay stunned for a
moment, then she ran shrieking through
the hall, shrieking and beating the air
with her hands.
The other guests made out, present.
ly, what she would have them to know
that Sybil Denning had fallen from
her window. She had not fallen to the
ground, but thirty feet or more, to the
level roof of the veranda.
They carried her in off the roof
senseless; carried her back to the 81
lence of her own chamber, and, looking
in her face, found a gray shadow.
'She cannot live" said the physi-
clans who were hastily summoned.
Marquand's wife stood at the door
when it opened after the consultation.
''Will she die?p she asked in husky
whisper, and, shuddering, passed in.
Sybil Denning lay motionless. and
the gray look deepened on her face.
Friends and strangers tiptoed past
the door, and whispered in the corri-
doris.
No one knew where kilograms would
reach Hamilton Denning.
The moments crept by. Someone
else crept up along the hall, but dared
not enter. 1t was Gordon Marquand.
He had in his eyes the look of death,
and on his chest a deadly weight.
Something barred him from the
chamber of the woman he had loved
He fingered in the hall, stunned and
deathly pale.
He saw his wife come out with her
hands pressed upon her forehead, as
if she were half distracted; then he saw
her re-enter. He crept closer to the
open door.
SYPHILIS eyes Enclosed. The physi-
clans bent over her, but she looked
away from them. She seemed to see
only Marquand's wife, tall, CHASTITY,
old.
She tried to speak, her eyes still fixed
on Marquand's wife.
mo law-I never--lied-'
She breathed irregularly, and her
lips moved again:
What we said-to each-other-
never to meet again Her voice
grew stronger. ''I-fell--I leaned too
far-God forgive-it was my fault-to
lean-so far. Be-glad of this-I
leaned-too--far. "
Her voice had sunk again to a whis-
per. The gray look stilled her features
till they seemed but waxen mask.
Her clinging oliye-scented draperies
lay like unstirred snow, her breath was
spent forever. She was dead.
And Marquand's wife crept shudder-
ing from the room.