Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1885-05-03

men could not read each Others faces,
but Marquand's wife must have felt the
calmness Of her foe.
go on!'' said Sybil, in her smooth.
low voice; 'go on and say what words
''Hussyl'' cried the other, then hurled
Q stilled more shameful name.
''Listen," said Sybil. She moved
slowly backwards until she stood iust
before the open window. Her arms
hung loosely at her sides, there seemed
no passion IN the soft, sweet body.
'Iisten. 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 I
had been sold for price, despite my
bitter tears and entroaties. to man I
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
were Well, you see l do
not lie. I walked with your husband
tonight. DO You know what we said
to each otherp Put down your hands,
you do not frighten me; I 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 othcrp"
Marquand's wife sprang forward.
"You fiaunt your shame in my face!"
she cried hoarsely, even as Hamilton
Dennng had cried.
There is no shame" said Sybil;
''no shame. Only love-"
The other fell upon her like tiger.
81 will choke you, If you dare to say
sor'
Her hands we're 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 futtered for an in
stant. There was q stifled cry, and
them
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 Dcnning 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 gray shadow.
"She cannot live," said the physi-
clans who we're hastily summoned
Marquand's wife stood at the door
when it opened after the consultation.
"Will she dieP" 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
tho door, and whispered in the corri-
dors.
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 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 unclosed. The physi.
clans bent over her. but she looked
away from them. She seemed to sec
only Marquand's wife, tall, CHASTITY,
old.
She tried to speak, her eyes still fixed
on Marquand's wife.
"No 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 olive-scented draperies
lay like unstirred snow. her breath was
spent forever. She was dead.
And Marquand's wife crept shudder-
ing from the room.