Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1886-10-27

mean? Was she guilty, and did she sus-
| pect that he knew the truth? Guilty or
innocent, she looked relieved at his COM
ing, although she said only:
Get my wraps and take ME home"
The drive to their hotel was made in ST.
lence. each trying to read the other s
thoughts. Once in the quiet OF their own
apartments Russell expected confession.
None came. He could curb the righteous
devil within him no longer.
Eleanor" he began, 81 am going to
ask you q question and want the truth
for answer"
Turning her fearless gray eyes to his
face she said:
Have not my answers always been
truthful ?''
81 presume So"
Presume? What do you meanP''
"Where did you meet Baron Borlein %
"Who says | ever met himP"
Russell mentioned the names of his
friends.
They were mistaken" his wife re
piled.
''Surely they know you well enough to
recognize you when they meet you. They
saw you driving with him in the Bots"
Again she repeated the same answer.
IL tell you they were mistaken"
sis this your only replyP"
"You wanted the truth and you have it..
What more need say ?"
1t WAS the day after the scene between
husband and wife. The Bots was alive
with carriages, and the world of Paris
was taking its afternoon drive. One turn
out attracted particular attention. 1t was
magnificent landau drawn by pair of
coal black horses. On its cushions re-
clined woman whose face was the same
that had stared out of the Goals at Flea
nor's mother.
Suddenly a horse dashed along beside
her carriage. and its rider, female close
ly yelled, threw a note into her lap. The
woman's eyes widened in amazement.
She tore open the missive and read its
contents. For moment she sat as if
spellbound. Then the Indifference died
out of her face, and she called nervously
to her coachman. He turned with defer
ence TO hear her say:
Drive homer
AS the bells of Paris chimed she was
picking her way among the graves of Pere
la Chaise. AT the tomb of Abelard and
Helose woman heavily yelled accosted
her.
"Estelle," said the stranger, hurriedly,
81 need not raise my veil. You know
who am. Let me tell you quickly what
have come tor and let me escape as soon
as possible"
"In what wayP"
"My husband is here. People have
seen you with men whose very names
mean death to the character of the women
with whom they associate. You have
been mistaken for me, and nv husband
believes me guilty of having deceived
him, believes me guilty of intrigues with
the debased creatures who are your friends.
DO you understand In heavens name
save mel
"By what meansp''
"By leaving Paris. If you remain here
longer my husband may discover who
you are-what you are"
The woman thought for moment, then
said: "Where are you stoppingp"
EAT the Grand hotel"
"There is an easy way out of the diff
Guilty. Leave it to me. Stand with your
husband on the front balcony OF the hotel
this evening at half-past six
'What are you going to do P'
prove to the man you love that you
are innocent and then quit Paris"
"How can that be done?"
Don't ask questions. Good by"
'Oh, Estelle," cried Eleanor, catching
her lost sisters hand, listen to me-"
There is no Estelle." interrupted the
other coldly. drawing back. That woman
| 1s huriad of Nioa g
dead to me. want no pity. no advice
TO your way. have chosen mine, and it
is too late to turn back"
I She strobe Oft among the graves and
disappeared. Eleanor went to her hotel
and with heavy heart dressed for dinner.
Presently her husband entered, with him
the friends he had met the evening pre-
vious at the opera He brought them there
to gaze at his wife, to be certain they had
made no mistake. With an effort to steady
her voice, Eleanor said LET us enioy
the air of the balcony for a few moments ;,
Her husband marveled at her GOODNESS,
and with his friends followed her into the
balcony. They had been there but q
moment when her husband, who was
leaning over the railing, started back, ex.
Calming:
My God, who is that woman? She is
the living image of my wife''
Below in the street superb landau was
passing, drawn by pair of coal black
horses. A woman robed in white reposed
on its cushions. chatting indifferently
with man at her side. For an instant
she raised her cold, calm eyes to the bal
cony. then lowered them again.
Russell turned to his wife in amaze
ment saving:
What an extraordinary resemblance ~
With supreme effort at self-control she
pointed to the man in the landau, asking
who is that gentleman p"
| One of her husbands friends replied in
a strangely embarrassed way:
Baron Borlein."
When Eleanor's husband knelt at he,
side that evening to ask for forgiveness
tor having doubted her, she said:
''It is all over now. Let US forget it.
Only take me home. never want to see
Paris again"
shall we first 60 Nice" he asked
'to see Estelle's grave?'
NO" she answered sadly. 1.-The dead
are safe at rest. Perhaps the living need
our prayers more. RAMSAY MORRIS in
NeU York Mercury.
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