The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-03-06

He sras in a farof 1oe,v and almost the
only spectator.
ceremony. Doubtless, when Viola and
left the church, man and wife, Eustacs
Grant walked into the vestry. and, a. he
had expressed his intention of doing, saw
with his own eyes that had married Viola
in my true name.
We drove straight from the church to the
railway station. When alone in the car
riage almost the first woyds my wife said
were: Julian, Eustace was in church.
Did you see hing
Eyes, saw him.
"Why did he not come aud wish ms good
bye? It was not like him. I must have
offended him. I will write and ask him
how
hated the idea Of Eustace Grant being,
in such a moment as this, uppermost in my
wife's thoughts. "Never mind, dearest" /
said; what Is Eustacs Grant to us!'
"Oh, much, very much to me, Juliani H.
| was my mothers friend, lie has been ms
one friend ever since can remember"
| II do not like him." said.
But you will like him; you must lik,
him. He is SO good, SO noble so clever.
my sake"
Although would not credit him with the
two first qualifications and no.
bility-I was willing to believe that Eustace
Grant was clever-perhaps too clever. The
dlsadvan tage at which he had held me upon
chat night when was for the time. in his
eyes, an imposter, ranked in my mind.
But to-day could affOrl TO be generous. (
drew Viola close to the.
Dearest" said, II will try and get rid
of my prejudice. l will try and forget that
this man loved you, and would have made
you his wife. I will try to cease from,
wondering whv, when be is SO good, noble
and clever, You should have chosen me-"
Viola laid her soft chee's against mine
Julian, my husband" she whispered.
fare you not all that Eustace Grant is-ani
more. love YOU"
With her words all my doubt, all my fear
OF Eustace Grant fed-never, hoped, tc
return. With Viola's arms round me, her
kisses on my lips could afford to pity my
stalled in the compartment of the train
which was, by venal arrangement Of the
guards. reserved to ourselves, I fell to
considering how l should best make
known to Viola that the name by which
she had hitherto known me was assumed.
was beginning, Or fancie1 I was begin
ming, to know something Of my wife's true
nature; and told myself that the task be
fore the was ot SO easy as Ihad onca i'm
asined it ould be. NV confession wa.
hurried by question she herself
asked M:
Julian what name was it you signel i,
the book at church,
had hoped that in the agitation naturc
to a bride Hbo signs her maiden ann, fo,
the last time she had not noticed nv auto
graph. But she must have done SO. al
though she had said nothing about il unit
now.
So made the plunge and told her all
Told her my TRUE name; told her of til
beautiful house in the west which would b
ours: told her of the life. free from care AM
anxiety as to the future, which stretche,
before u.s. Then besought her forgiveness
for keeping her in ignorance of these things
l had, he it said, given her to understan,
that l was man with an income ius
, enough to live upon in comfort.
Grant was right. He knew Viola WHO
he told me that, by revealing my csptio,
he might destroy the fabric of NV happ
, ness. She said little. hut her look told n,
, she was hurt and wounded. I verify b:
lieve her first thoughts were that she woul
, rather had been what I Representa-
, myself to be, than to have the power Z
sharing such q home and SO much wealt
: | with her. How little men undelstau
. women! Perhaps because no two won,e
are alike.
But Viola fOrgave me. A woman alway
| torgives the man she loves, hut knew ths
she was sad at the thought that I coul
I have dreamed that riches might have inf,
. euced her. Nevertheless, it was days befo.
. Icould get her to join me unrestrainedl
! in the schemes which wove Of our futlr
lite.
We went down to quiet watering plat
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