New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-05-27
with. a mlttered curse, he, hurried .af-
ter her, his teeth set, his eyes gleam-

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and you are so fond Of music,' and
son as he reclined in an invalid chair,
| and smoothing back his light hair
kissed him as only mother can.
81 am sorry as well" he answered
with grateful smile; s'but then it is
better that should not go, it is so
cold. 0, it is maddening, this help
lessness, this imprisonment. think,
mother, that if you leave the door ajar
can hear the music from here. That
will do
.'Why, that's an idea! Well, try
and content yourself while we are
gone, for then you will be entirely
alone
''Poor Vic," murmered her hus-
band as they left the house,
II fear that the worst is not over
yet He looks so wasted and frail.
eyes" said Mrs. Cakes, the tears
falling from her eyes, ..and his illness
is something that can only be
cured by Eleanor. Ever since she
threw him over he has been failing.
| II she knew of the ruin she has
wrought, the honey of her life would
turn to gall. -
"Why not tell her?" suggested Mr..
Cakes quickly.
'.Never"' cried his wife vehementlv,
stopping short IN her walk, her little
form trembling and her blue eyes flash
ing. am too proud --Victor is too
proud to humble himself before a
coquet. He did it once, and the
blow to his pride was only to keenly
felt"
'.But what shall we do with him?''
askek Mr.. Cakes, as they resumed
their walk.
ooh, don't ask me! [ am nearly
distracted, although try to bear up.
But if there is a law in heaven, ii there
is justice there, his pale face will arise
as an uDdying witness against Eleanor
Duncan and bring her the punishment
she deserves, and
''Hush, Mary, we ere at the church
door, y and silently, her head bent, and,
her kindly eyes filled with tears,
she passed in, followed by her hus-
band.
Left to himself, Victor wheeled his
chair directly before the CRATE, and,
leaning farther back, surveyed the
marble mantel. A pair of Aztec vases
from the base of Popocatapetl adorned
either end; next to these, a quantity
carved owl and a beautiful specimen
OF coral, the center of the space being
occupied by large portrait of a young
girl. Upon this he bent his gaze, and
as the sound of footballs died away, a
faint smile played about his moustach-
ed lips.
''Alone, entirely alone,'' he said,
echoing his mothers words. elbow
little she knows of my solitude. am
lonelier, more to myself, in vast as
semblage than [ am here when none
are by. She IS always with me, her
brown eyes looking lovingly into mine;
always near me, and yet cannot touch
her; always looking as she does in that
picture -
The smile fed, followed by the
shadow, and his blue eyes con-
cen1 cent /, their gag upon the photo
graph. The mind n>irf6red the past,
drawing back the curtain from scene
after scene, rejecting the pictures
upon the heart
AS their gaze dwclt upon the pic
ture, the pupils of the eyes lost all ex-
preston, the surroundings were lost
in the intensity Of that glance, and
the picture seemed to be encircled by
a dim mist. The photographed form
grew taller, the features becoming bet
ter defined, the likeness developing,
until, as if in a startlingly realistic
dream, Eleanor Duncan stood before
him, her dark eyes meeting the hard,
stony gaze of the blue, her lips tremb-
lingly murmuring the one word:
"Well."
''You have Gomez he muttered II
knew you would, when others said
that you had forgotten me-
''Forget you? AS if it were possible
to forget
''And you have come at last,'' he
continued, 'sto look upon the wreck
you have made. did not expect you,
until my lifeless clay was placed in the
little church, where my friends might
gaze upon the dead victim Of wo-
mans caprice, and my soul, unseen,
would stand at your side, and, in
whispers heard only by you, reproach
you
ooh, Victor, Victor, pity me, have
mercy!'
t:Pity?" Mercy? Listen. Four years
ago we met, you remember the time,
ia the omnibus. You had forgotten
your purse, and paid your fare,
From that hour we were friends; from
that hour l loved you. Your brown
eyes captured my soul, your smiles
laid waste my heart. They said you
were a heart-breaker, but I could no,
believe it. Poor fool, how innocent
was! could not believe it. | car
:, scarcely believe it now, after what has
passed. You led me on, as you would
have led child, smiling on no one bu
| me, and at last you yielded and prom
/! Used to be my wife. All, how happy
was! Ambition, talent, everything
r were thrown to the winds, and LIVED
$ for you. would have died for you
3 silence! do not speak to me now.
g was happy; you smiled on whom yo1
pleased, but were ever ready to cast
: sweeter beam on me, until harrington
J. came. With him came change. II
e was rakish and free; he laid siege t.