Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1885-02-13

mcr,dlhl', uut the snow ari,J"l ovr hiw,
and ANTI it melted the crime was NO. t.t
covered. In the interval the murderer .H.,
OF course. cot cl,an away
"Poor drvill Insvcr heard any good Of
him; hut what an emil"
| was no. uoing at the speakers. was
noting every change in my wife's fac5. |
saw the color fly from her check saw her
lips and throat wor ling convulsively, rs
though she was trying TO ar,iculato saw
her dark brows contract rs in anguish. !
knew that she was ciatping her hands to-
gether, us was her way when ugitatel. Sud
denly she turned her eyes to mine,
and in her eyes wns look of horror
which told me that the very worst hal
come to pass-tndt the dread which had
haunted me was reaiizel! Then, with low
moan she sank white and senselcss on my
shoulder
Though in whirl OF despair | believe
that ! assumed kind of mechanical calm.
| seem to remember that the two English
tourists offered their assistance; that, as We
bore Pnilippa to an cxtemporaed couch in
the shadiest and coolest place We could find,
| smiled, and attributed nv wite's tuinting
bit to the heat of the sun, the sucll Of engines,
or something OF that kind Little did those
y
had wrought Little could they think that
in speaking of SIR Meryyn Ferrant's death
they had, perhaps, wrecked the happiness
OF two lives. My heart was luil OF grief and
fear, but believe | bore myself bravey.
In spite of Sucn restoratlyos Us We could
administer, Iuilippa's swoon lasted for IA
considerable time troubled little about
tuat fact Indeed, TO me 1t med well that
syncope should have suporvened, and, for u
time, Danish d the dr., III memories which
had SO suddenly invaded ne: BRAN. Could
such thing nave buen pJSS bic / would al
mosJ have " lsued that nor inscus 'Olllty would
continue until we reached Seville. But it
was not to -" so. By and by she sighed
deeply, ami her eyes open d. Consciousness
nnd all us dreaded sequence was hers once
more.
spoke to her. but she ma 10 no reply. She
turn III her eyes from l.lInr she shunn ii my
gaze; she even seemed to surlnk from the
touch OF my hand. Daring the remainder
of that drcary journey not ono word passed
her lips. She Jay with her face turned to
the side of the ssei, needless of the curious
glanccs from fellow passengers, needless of
my Whispered words OF love; needless OF all
save her own thoughts-thou SntS which led
her. tramhel to picture wuit9"r.
Through al tnuSc long Sulty ours, while
the wrctnhed steamboat pluwol its way up
the broad muddy stream, sat beside her,
trying to find some way out OF our sorrow.
Alas, every road was stopped by the i'm
passable obstacle of Phiiippu'. knowledge of
what she had done. For she knew it. | was
certain. That look in her eyes had told mo
so much. The duration Of her insanity had
been so short that could gather no comfort
from the fact that 10y some mcrcitul ar.
rangemrut MANAGES VINO recover their err
ing senses are troubled little by the deeds
they have done in their moments OF mad
ness. felt that in my wifo'S case my on "
hope was to ondoavor by argument to bring
her to my own way of thinkin. that is to
consider herself unaccountah!e by any law.
human or divine, for her actions at the
time. But ! doubted if her sensitive i'm
pulsive nature could ever he in lucrd to take
this view of her act. doubted. had she
not been the woman | loved with pas
sionate love, if could have quite absorbed
her from the crime with the remembrance
of her words, Basil, did you ever hate a
manW still with me.
Yet, strange anomaly, | would, in fair
fight of course, have shot that man through
the heart AMI nave roriod in the decd. But
then Philippe WAS woman. and had she
not been the woman | loved | might have
shrunk from the one who, even in her mad
ness. was urEcd to take such fearful ven
geanc'.
| smiled bitterly as thought how n chance
breath Of wind had tumble my house of
cards to the ground. ! smiled almost trium-
phantly rs ! told myself that come what
/ might-misery -shame-lpath-I had won
and held for a week the ono desire Of my
/ life. Nothing could deprive me of that
/ memory.
Home at last! Still silent or answering
my questions 10y monosyllahles, Philippe was
/ brought hv me to our once harpy home in
| Seville Ny mother with arch smiles of
welcome on her ComAlv face, was at the gate
! of the DdiiO ready to receive Us. As she saw
/ her a kind Of shvcr ran through my poor
owes frame She Let nv mother embrace
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