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

on s-halt OF them. vha,- cla,r',. ...>,-.,
what manner OF man va; Juiian J.nn.;,,,'
oelore he bought Her,tal Abbe,. ana satt,al
down to the life OF q re"ius,. Nix. liza
cold myself, was spoil eu--snoiIei, nv ,
woTans treachery! Anl vet could not
oflng myself to hate her. No-let the trnti,
be Known loved her even now-,oye1 he,
a'1houyh she was living III shame with nv
enemy. hungered, cravsi for q sight 81
lef lace. Inc touch o. her hand would
nave THRILLED ma as Of Old. Although ] told
lhysell mat We're she at my feet praviao for.
paruon, would spurl her and cast her
from me, knew that LED. I knew that
II Viola came to me-if my eyes once more
met hers--l should throw all rnanhood's
pride 10 the WINS, and-such was the
strength OF my passion-take this faithless
woman to my hear; an hol! her there m
til, as | told myself bitterly, some fresh
lover robbed me again.
SucH Icing my true feeling, picture nv
emot!nll when, one morning. Ifounl lets,r
lyin, IN my table-a letter aalres sci to mo
i'll Viola's hand writing! l tors topen with
CRY OF delight; | pressa! il to nv Inns.
Had not her tings:, touched it. Then
read. 1t wa; but one lime:
If 10" kas,o all, you n.iyAt ,to,yire."
''lf knew ALL What more was taere
to know: l knew that shc had lett me
without word Or u sign OF warming: that
she had fed, accompanied by a man who
hal loved le.' passionately long before
ever set eyes upon her; that they ware.
somewhere Or other, hidden from pursuit
Heaven! what more could wish to know.
Forgiven Ycs--shame on my weakness,
for say ing sol could forgive could do
more; ] could persuade myself thu this
strong willel man hac forced her to tiy with
him, perhaps half against her wish. Icould
believe that she was unhappy. tlat she was
penitent, that she loved me still. could do
mora than forgiy., 1 could take her-I
sho:,ld b, forcel to take her--again to my
heart; even to truss ..er. and be proud OF
ner glorious beauty. Yes, / could do this
after hai seen Ellstacs Grant living life
less at my fact Weak Il, was, it could
not I've until tton.
Where was he! Where was she: Nere
they together! ! turned again to the etter.
It gave me no information as to The writer's
whereabouts. Th, paper and the envelope
were plain; the latter bore tho London
postmack. I. was creased, which, told me it
had been sent under cover to he posted in
Lcndun. Sem To whom: The receipt Of
tas scrap of paper worked a great change
in NE. II | had ever been approaching that
state i'll whicL man accepts the inevitable,
1t lifted me out OF it.
itspurrea me Oh to make fresh exertions
to discover the retroa: OF tnr fugitives.
That lettey-the .ett,r written bv her-I
carried next my heart day and night.
False as my wife had been to ne, loved
her; and there We're times when / recalled
her sweet face, AMI maryeled how evil
could have lrked beneath such u mask
l left Herstal Abbey and took up my
quarters in to.u. There should be ready
to start on the moment heard where
Grant was to b. foua!. But, somehow, I
was beginning to thin, that our meeting
would be brought about by pure chance.
London is the place whsre all chance meat.
ings occur, There are few Englishmen who
DO not visit the capital, either at shorter Or
longer intervals. Sonnet thing must bring
Grant there; SO waited and hopsd.
Chance, pure chance, brought about
what longed for, but not in the way ex-
pected. Ibid MOI stumble across my foe in
the street; did not hear chance mention
Of his mans aud SO hit upon soma one who