New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-05-26

Now, as has been said, Mr.. Dibbins
would not have spoken in this rivo-
lous strain had he known the ground
he was treading. He would have alb
horred the elephantine step with which
he was crashing over. this exposed
heart.
Was it his business to know how
and where he stepped?
Mrs. Warrington rose with an in
tensely bitter smile.
"But the beast had already turned
and rent her. The quota offresh meat
was not sufficiently great. or-not SUI
fciently raw. have to thank you
for an instructive morning. The di-
| vine comedy reminds us that wicked
ness is it's own Nemesis. Was it not
| perjurers-the false and unfaithful-
whom Dante saw frozen in their own
tears? Frozen-because OF the cool
deliberateness Of their crimes? All,
that is as it should be-"
Chow strangely Mrs. Warrington
talked" exclaimed the rector, as their
guest left the house with the exit for
which she was celebrated. Wasn't her
manner very extraordinary"
| Mrs. Dibbins turned up the toe Of
her slipper and examined it critically.
II have sometimes thought Mr.. War
rington is more attentive to Mrs. Cor.
telyou than to his wife," she said.
And suddenly, like the searching
fare OF a meteor, radiance shot over
the rectOr's social observations of the
past three years.
Good heavens, Rachel" he gasped
in dismay, "what brutes we have
been! But surely the friend she al.
luded to was not HERSELF"
II think now maybe it was," was
the verdict of the acuter penetration.
''Pm very sorry we made such unfeel,
ing remarks.
"sorry!" Mr.. Dibbins condemned
himself unspairingly. "But the War
ringtons have great regard for de.
cency. They will not separate" he
said.
~ don't know. Mrs Warrington
has some passionate passions which
are even stronger than her regard fo1
decency. I fancy justice is one Of
them"
ooh, but my dear, even justice must
give way to decency sometimes" pro
tested the rector. sit always does up
to certain point, but-perhaps it is
better so-not beyond"
Mr.. Dibbins gathered up his critical
notes with sigh. miserable state
of affairs! God grant we're mistaken
It is intolerable to see woman o
Mrs. Warrington's standing dragged
in the mire of scandal and suffering
As the subject OF these remarks, who
had ceased to make use of her hus
bands carriage, walked rapidly dow
was standing stockstill on the pave.
ment
It was the gaunt, uncomely form o:
Springer. Something in the blanchec
lip and vacant eye arrested Mrs. War.
rington. She felt as if she, too, looked
like that.
"You seem to be in trouble" she
said. "Can I do anything for you?"
The vacant eye, now lighting, family
turned down upon her. II ought to
be going on" he said. "My wife's dead
5, I'VE lOSL my vile.
The words had the cadence Of an oft
repeated strain.
Mrs. Warrington took the horny fin.
gers in her fine suede gloves. "And
have lost my husband. l am your
sister," she said. "You must let me do
something for you."
''There amt much to do" sprinee,
answered. She's dead. Pm thankful
to you ma am, and mebbe there
things wimmln can do better than men
II you could make her gown lay
straight
ri can. l will"
And Mrs. Warrington went to dc
what the Rev. Arthur Dibbins was
power]ess to acco mplish; for there is
a brotherhood more exclusive than St.
Botolph clubs or Union Leagues, the
passport to which is sorrow.