The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1888-06-16

last traces Oh MAUI hltiuutholf us
appeared. For some months she for
got the past completely and threw her
self into social current which bore
| her from fete TO fete In an unceasing
whlrl OF gayety. Stenio seemed to her
10 be still more handsome. more
worthy of her alteration. She took an
active part in his life OF an artist. She
ardently enjoyed his glory.
Arrived at the maturity Of his talent,
Marackzy no longer wished to content
himself with the delicate and fanciful
compositions which daily grew under
his agile fingers. He aimed higher.
The opera OF Vienna opened TO him.
He produced there in rapid succession
a fantastic ballet in which the wealth
of his imagination had fun scope. and
an opera, "Mathias Coryin," In which
the magyar patriotism burst forth in
stirring accents. From this time the
fanaticism of his admirers knew no
bounds, and the Hungarian Chopin, as
he was now called, seemed certain TO
equal the most illnstrious masters.
lie was at this time that Maud, I'M
known TO her husband, attempted a
reconciliation with her father. She
wrote a tender and submissive letter
to him, in which she implored his for
giveness. She hoped that her hus-
bands success would have its effect
upon him. and that the noble Lord
would be less severe toward the wife
OF Marackzy, who was universally
proclaimed 10 be great composer,
than toward the companion OF Stenio,
the yirtuoso.
at the end of week her letter was
returned unopened. The noble Lords
pride had been too rudely touched by
his daughters departure. He had
kept his word. He desired TO recog-
nize her no longer. 1t was cruel
blow for Maud. but how much lighter
than that which destiny had in store
for herr The evening of the day on
which she received the unopened letter
her little boy fell i'll. Her impression
able mind discerned a mysterious coin
cidence between the wrath of the old
marquis and the illness Of her child.
A fatal presentment possessed her,
and flied her with an anguish which
she did not dare TO reveal TO Stenio.
For week she nursed the little one
with passionate devotion. But her
exertions were useless. The poor
child died. 1t was too much for
Maud's delicate and tender nature,
and she was seized with furious
delIrlum. She uttered the most heart
rending cries, cursed heaven. menaced
earth, and, calling upon her father,
charged him with being responsible for
the calamity that had overwhelmed
her. Then she fell into state Of pro-
found melancholy. She remained en-
tire weeks mute, the eye fixed, without
a tear. without prayer. Stenio, in
despair, did everything In his power TO
draw her out of this mortal stupor.
When he spoke to her she appeared
not to understand him. Even his
sublime bow was powerless. He
played. but was unable TO arouse her
from her melancholy His tenderest
melodies left her cold and somber.
His marvellous art, which had won the
young woman's heart. was powerless
TO reanimate her spirit. She changed
rapidly; her face grew thin and her
eyes became strangely hollow. Her
bosom was torn by dry and inces.
SAINT cough. Stenio consulted the best
physicians In Vienna. All Of them
advised him to take Maud to Italy.
In milder climate she might regain
her health.
Marackzy for six months took his
wife from city to city, seeking bright
sun, blooming flowers, warm breezes,
blue waters, all that makes life smil-
ing. The malady with which she suf-
fered was in the soul. No doctor in
the world could cure her.
However, as her physical forces de.
clined her moral forces revived. She
shook off her indifference, and as IL
she had secret knowledge of the
gravity of her condition, she endeav-
ored 20 console Stenio. One might
have said that by supreme coquet-
terie she wished to become charming
again so as TO be more completely re-
GREETED. She talked freely now, took
an interest in everything that her hus-
band did and tried to plan for the
future.
The summer returned and brought
regrets that she could not 20 to Ire
land.
ut seems to me-" said she, shat
there should get well. With what
pleasure / should again see the beau
tiful lakes. with their blue waters, and
the fresh verdure of the forestl Oh,
Irelandw
A shadow crossed her face, and in
low voice:
81 cannot 90 back there. IL Is for