Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1886-03-12

rah,s outbreak in ting train sill sigus Of fan.
atc-sm had been az once repreSSei by Rsa
trice. My letter is ready she said; take
II and direct it to your friend There sre
envelopes
Sarah glanced a. her mistress. who was
once more deep in thought. She took two
envelopes and also stray half sheet of note
paper. Then she went into another room.
ami hastily writing few words on the pa-
per, placed 1t IN an enyelope, addressed it
and inclosed it, with Beatrice's letter, in the
packet which was TO so to her friend in
London.
Beatrice resumed her painful train of
thought Writing home had made her feel
utterly wretched 1t was now May; nearly
i've months had she been living this dreary
hfe. and keeping every one in Ignorance as
to where she was How much longer must
it go oni She could, of course. leave Munich
whenever she thought tit, but every other
plac, would be just as dresry to her Local
ity matters little when sea of trouble sur
rounds one. Let man count up his hap
pleSt days and he will find the place in
which he spent them contributed not much
to their happiness. Beatrice. who was now
somewhere about twenty-taree, hal most
certainly right to expect some happy DAYS
II this world
She began to ask herself the questions
which had recently been framing themselves
In her mind, Had she after all acted in tho
wisest waYl Was her life to be quite marred
by that one act of follys If she turned and
firmly graSped her nettle, would the sting
lie fatal or even more than sac could bear9
She was, like M st of US blending of con-
tradictons. She was wise and foolish; brave
and timid; proud aud humble, as pressure
of circumstances forced her to be. She be-
gan to loath this hiding, this shrinking into
corners Could she nerve herself to come
forth and face the worst2
What was the worSt2 The worst was her
dread of losing her child What if she wrote
to Horace and Her bert and told them every
thing, begged them to forgive the harmless
deceit which she had practiced; intreated
them TO see this man and make such terms
as they couldi Might she not. when they
had assured her security AMI peace, face
such scorn as the world would throw herf
Then she began to wonder If Hervey had
revealed the truths If her father, Lady
Clauson-here she shuddered-her unc!es
knew TINT she was this mans WIFE AL
though she had just bean resolving to make
it known to them. the thought of their being
in possession of the knowledge was horrible
to her. Yet all this while they might have
known it-might have heard it from Her
! vey'S lips. This thought half maddened
her. She must learn if it was so.
She thought regretfully of that peaceful
life at Lakewood House Horace and Her.
bert's little womanish ways seemed part and
parcel of the pleasant home. She thought
of old Whitaker, of William Giles, of the
other servants. She thought, with a pans
of deeper regret, of Sylvanus Mordle, who
had also found in her the woman he could
love. She even thought of young Purton's
well-meart buC unsophisticated advances.
Then, of course, she thought of Carruthers
thought of him more than of all.
Aud Frank? Did Frank know, and il so.
what did he think of her! Or, when he
knew, what would he think of herr Did be-
would he, curse her very memorya All, so
far as her love was concerned there could be
no no, e for better days.
At this juncture Beatrice broke down, just
rs she had broken down when she refu sed
Franks love. She laid her head on tbs
tale and sobbed bitterly Sarah returning
from posting her letter found her so, and of
Course knelC beside her, cried with her, and
soothed her
Il cannot live this lifer' sobbed Beatrice.
II cannot live il longerr'