The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1885-04-09
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thinking about. he said 9uerulously,
as lie came up behind her chair.
Mould you9" she asked IN q cool,
contemptuous Voice
He 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 a scarlet para
sol made spot of flame; and there
were beds of scarlet bloom upon the
wcll-trimmed lawns.
Would you?" repeated Sybil Dem
ming, as she turned to'regard her hus-
band. There was a curious intoler-
preaching hatred. because l would
as soon tell youi Twas thinking how
handsome Gordon Marquand is"
her face: she seemed fairly to revel in
the impotent rage she had aroused.
Hamilton Denning shut his teeth up
on an ugly word.
Madame he said. ..vou choose
your time well; 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 any room aud see what
l will not dare.
Her smile scorned him again; her
white dress swept past him mockingly;
he could have cursed her at that in
stant with all the fury of his passionate
heart.
same gay scene. The band had fin
ished playing a tinkling gavotte, and,
in its stead, 4 lively potpourri came
floating up.
Sybil Denning threw aside the snowy
shawl that had clung upon her shoul-
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 Marquand
down there. He is leaning on the rail
of the promenade.
Denning came swiftly towards her,
his anger not one whit abated.
You are shameless" he cried; his
utterance was thick and disjointcd lit
is not bad enough, that You. a married
woman, my wife. should prefer another
to your husband, hut yon must haunt
it openly. Why don't you elope with
your handsome lover
There is only one thing prevents"
"And that"
His wife might object" she an
swered languidly.
He caught her violently by the arm;
his strong grasp bruised the delicate
flesh
You dare say such things to metz
Her hazel eyes grew luminous with
passion; she answered in Il disdainful
voice:
Yes. | dare say anything. You
knew what you were doing when you
married me. You bought ME, and
against my enlreaties. warned you.
l am sick OF lies, and you shall hear
the truth. Ii you wanted love you
should have married my mother
she loved you. l 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 stife his pas
sion.
Very WE'LL" he said at length.
.'Since you will be shameless. | shall
not try to live with you. Disgrace
yourself if you will; go on and intrigue
with your lover. | shall leave you TO-
night
She shrugged her shoulders lightly.
Perhaps you might as well. And
now. if you have no objections,
should like 10 dress; it is near dinner
| time"
Denning stood irresolute. She swept
coolly by him; subtle fragrance float
ed from her soft draperies, 4 scent
which always sickened him, since il
WAS ever associated with the presence
of Gordon Marquand-the scent ol
wild olive. He turned and weni
away,
The lamps of the seaside city bios
somed by thousands in the soft dark
ness. The sea swept gently up about
the piles which held the wooden prom
enade.
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 tal
and near the red lights alowed, Of
pale electric ghosts sprang into radi
ance.
A slender. white-clad form emerget
from a door, and hesitated there. !
man approached at once. 1t wa
Marquand.
Your husband has gone away" h
said.
Yes; how did you know?"
IL heard him tell friend. You ar
alone? Come, let us walk"
'.Your-wife?"
.'She has gone over to see the fire
works, with friends.
She slipped her hand through hi
arm, and they went down from tn
and listened to the murmur of the sea
Half an hour later they returned t
!
What is it?' he asked, for she ha
dr0pped his arm.
Your wife!' she answered, an
fed.
She did not look behind her; her Ion
dress tripped her as she ran. She Wa
conscious of someone following tlIrnug
the halls and up the stairways: Sh
heard the nearing steps OF her ,ursue1
but did not look around until she ha
unlocked and flung opeu her door.
n Come inside, she said then, cslH
ly.
1t was Marquand's wife.
This latter was regal creature, Ia
: and dark, with flashing eyes AMI pa
posefnl features. She painted with <,
4 citement.
Yes, 4 will come inside, and d
Il mand you TO leave this place.
9 Sybil closed the door; they stood t
. gether in the dusky chamber
Now" said Sybil-and her quie
: ude was wonderful by CONTRASTING
n 1 will listen. Do not suppose l w
running away from you. Ii there mu
be q scene, let it be private. Apd