St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-12-06

waters of the lake, wicked CLEAN in his
keen, dark eye. He was about medium
height, richly dressed, and bore about him
indications of a life of luxury and ease. The
lady by his side wore neat though some
what plain attire, and over her slender
shoulders was thrown a thin, feecy shawl.
Her face, beautiful as poets dream, was
raised imploringly to that of her companion.
Her great, dark eyes were dim with tears.
and her small, white hands, clasped tightly
together, rested u, on the arm of the man
by her side. How beautiful she was as the
moonlight played hide and seek among her
brown curls and danced over her sweet, sad
face! But her voice was full of bitter
anguish as she said:
'Clyde. you cannot love me, or you would
not have left me in this lonely place all
these long months, with no companion save
that strange old woman, who seems more
like witch to me than anything else. You
came to me often at first, but now you sell
dom come. And when you do, it is
only for few moments, as you have come
tonight You can blind my eyes no longer.
have seen you growing cold and distant,
known that your false heart-fOr such | be-
lieve it must be-was full of dislike, and l
may say hatred, for your wife. Yes, your
wife! Clyde St. Clare. The girl whom only
one short year ago you vowed to love and
cherish until death. [ left home
and friends, forsook all, Clyde, for
you. You brought me here after
our marriage, to that great gloomy house in
the forest, and here l have lived in seclusion
ever since. [ have seen no one but you
and the old woman into whose clutches you
gave me during all this time. You told me
then that it would only be for few months.
and then you would take me away to the
grand home you were going to prepare
for me. And | believed you, Clyde. Be-
Iieved you when you told me that your
father would be very angry should he learn
of our secret marriage, and that it must be
kept from him until you became of age and
received the property which would then be
yours. But you are nearly % now. your
own master, with the right to take
your wife to the home you prom
ised her. was poor girl,
Clyde. when you wooed and won me. But
1 loved you, and forsook all for you, and
now"
Here she paused, pale and trembling.
gazing wildly into the white, stern
face of her husband as if to read his very
thoughts. His dark, fierce eyes cleaned
upon her for one moment, and then with a
quick movement he pushed her from him,
saying angt{Iy:
''DO not begin those reproaeheS again, OF
you will teach me to hate you and to curse
the day first saw YOU"
Then. as if struck by sudden thought
he loosened the boat from its moorings. and
continued in voice softer and more tender
than she had heard him use in long time:
Come, Natalie, you reproach me for
neglecting you. [ will take you for sail
on the lake. Gomez"
His face was turned from her as he
spoke. and she failed to see the wild.
fierce CLEAN in his dark eyes. or
the hard. cruel expression which swept over
his naughty features. And taking his hand,
she stepped lightly into the boat. deep
drawn sigh escaping her lips, for well she
knew of the hatred in her husbands heart
for her. All! How well she remembered
the time when she. bright, happy girl of
only 16 summers, had placed her hand
trustingly in his and given her pure heart
into his keeping. That heart he was now
tearing in pieces and treading in the dust
AS they reached the center of the lake. she
was aroused from her reverie by Clyde ST.
Clarf's voice. cold and icy in its tone:
Natalie. when you promised to become
my wife. did you not promise to obey me in