The Dillon tribune. [volume] (Dillon, Mont.) 1881-1941, 1886-03-20

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a low cry which toll OF pain, even horror,
turned aud f,c! toward the house.
followed. overlook her and seized he.
hands, viola! my love! my Wife!' l
cried. ssnhv do you fly from ma:'
She r,adc no reply. but struggled 10 free
| herself.
speak. look at me-, dearast'' ! pleaded.
.Iel me ALL can forgive. Tell Inc moth
ns save That You love ina!
s,ic looked at ma; her eyes we're full OF
fear. Let ma 60 she said hoarselv, cor
she'll die"
"Never! sail. until YOU have tod M
all. What does 1t mean! What asa t.
think:
She laughed wildly ''Ihn!:: Think
thai am false 10 yo.,--that l love another
that tao you! But let HE go. Julian,
let ME yo.''
Her voice sank to piteous entreaty as she
spoke the las: words.
Never! lrapearel lwound my arms
round her. and kissed her passionately. She
t1embled in every fiber of her body, and
when Cnca more he. eyes met mine, the look
in them positively frightened me.
Suddenly, by supreme effort, she tore
herself from my arms and hel rapidly
toward the farm. was ON the point Of
pursuing her, when great revulsion OF
feeling came Go me. What had done that
this woman should shrink from my touch
should regard me with dread and horrorl
had lavlshed love upon her; was willing
to take her to my arms without a word Of
explanation, or an entreaty for pardon for
the misery she had caused me. Yet she fled
from me as il were some noxious reptile
However deeply and blindly man may
love, there must be limit to his self-abase.
ment; so, as strobe into the house, to find,
not her, but Eustaco Grant, my heart was
full of tlack and bitter thoughts against
the woman loved
| | entered Grants sitting.room without
either knock or warming OF any sort He
was seated, and, apparently, in earnest con-
versation with a pale, sweet-faced woman,
some ten years his senior, and who was
dressed as Sister Of Charity. He started
| to his feet, and looked at me like one aston
| sted.
You here, Loraine!' he cried
Yes: did not get SO far as Torrent
Grant moved toward the door. tExcusc
| M, be said; II shall b. back in q moment
rhis II my siatsr" The lady bowed, and
1niled pleasantly.
You are too late Grant," said, some
What coldly. ''You cannot prevent the
Meeting; it has taken place.
Poor grip he said. Then turning to
lis sister, speaking in French, "You had
.etter go and find Viola
She rose, and left thu room. Grant aud
were alone
"Well!' he said, calmly. ''You have
cen her:'
YES, in spite Of your subt,rfllye.'
'iacted bu1 for the best. 1t was only
ibis morning 1 knew they ware coming.
Soma absurd report OF my recent illness
1a1 reached my sister Not having heard
rom me for wee;:, AMI weeks. she came to
ea"n the TRUTH
Game from where:
From Nantes. Sh" is the superior of
'iste. heed there. She is my halt sister
Her mother was Il Frcnchwoma,l.'
But Viola: Why is Viola will, l,erf'
SHE has been in her charge ever. since
'aa left you 1t was to my sister ] TOOK
,er"
"A thought crossed Inc. 'sSurcly.' I said,
VIOLA, IL married woman, can bind herself
~ no vows She j. not one OF the sister.
hood!'
The sisterhood. is purely charitable
Me. Persons can leave it at discretion
Viola has been my sisters guest, that's ALL"
Grant said, Il am now under the
same roof as my wife, She shall not leave
It until Know everything. From her lips
will learii the meaning OF her conduct.
Go a I'd send her to me-
He said nothing He left ths room, AMI
IN a few minutes Returned. leading my wife.
She sank YEARLY upnr' ~ chair, with her fin
gers nervously moving one against tho
other. l had now time ty no.ica what
changes the two years hnp made in her:
Beautiful rs she still was, il was not the
glrilsh beauty which had won my Eeart; it
was the sad, sweet beauty OF yon,eer wol
man who has suffered Youth was still
there, but the gayety and exuberance Of
youth were missing VioIa's cheek was
palcr than of old; her figure looked sligt,ter:
altogether she was more ethereai-mors
trag'ie looking. For while she kept her
eyes away from me: then finding did not
speak, she looked at me- Her eyes were
iull OF tears,
"Eustace tells me You want to speak to
me- size said. 'Win you not spare Tie,
Julian! lam Very unhappy"
ontlap py! Spare you! How have Won
spared me! Thinl; what NV lite La, ,em,
from the day y GU left lne-think CT it, and
pity me-.
She pressed her hands to her bruws. and
neal't her sobbing. ! could not bear to
witness her grief lkneeled 1T her side.
VIOLA | whispered, tell ,ne ali. Let
me know what black cloud lie, he: we,, us.
Tell ME why you left me-:
~ cannot! cannot!' s,s wal.l.
f1eelless OF Grant. who was still with ns
oesousht her, inplored her To cnlighten |
me, or ut leasS to say that she loved me
stu; that. now We have met We should |
part no more. IN vain. Again and again
ier lips formed the sad Yet firm refusal At |
i''st she said: ASK me no n,n.. Julian: i;
IS Tor your sake that l am silent"
for my sake: Glant's parrot cry! rose
II bitter anger and turned to Grant
WE'LL her. I said-..t1tl thi. ...4,,.