The Bottineau pioneer. (Bottineau, N.D.) 1885-1895, 1888-04-19
MAD love AND MAD HATE.
New Orleans Times Democrat.

That /, Philip Vanderbrok, deform.
ed in body and repulsive in feature,
fall in love with m 80 good
and beautiful as Anne Gray is moth
ing to wonder at, for anyone that be-
held her. king or beggar, old or young.
could not help but become a subject
to her sway. . "
But that one with my deformity and
responsiveness should ask and expect a
of love from one so pure and
good, and failing to receive it turn
against her with a hate as mad as
the love had been, is a different thing.
Aye, it is a mad story OF a madlove
and q mad hate.
1t is a dark night. The dis NAL boot
of the owl is mingling with the roar OF
the storm. The thunder rolls long
and loud. The lightning flashes with
a sulphurous hiss among the bending
and creaking trees around and above
my lonely hut in the woods. l am
old, but the years are but as yester-
day. / am alone in the wilderness,
but the smiling face OF her | sent lid.
ing to death is fresh before NE. The
storm, the thunder, the lightning, the
wilderness, the years, cannot hide
away from my eyes.
My time is short, and life will soon
be at an end. l feel my pulses weaken
from hour to hour, but | will live till
the story Of my mad love and rs mad
hate is told. / will tell it, If for no
other purpose than that the writing
of it may divert my thoughts from
what is to come.
But I must begin at the beginning.
What I was dose not matter, what J
am you can CLEAN from my story.
Enough to say that | did not want
for worldly possessions; that my edu-
cation had been neglected on account
of my health and a general wayward.
ness in my nature, that the only
thing / had learned with any thor
ouehness was t%elegraphy, and that /
vas an orphan from my early youth.
Icame to Marlborough small viii
lage on the railroad, for my health;
there ! met Anf1e Gray. From the
first time l looked at her face my life
underwent a change. I forgot my
bodily deformity, ] forgot my hideous
face, and had nc thought for anything
but to be where my eyes could follow
this nj being who gave me the first
faint impression OF what an angel
in heaven might look like. I succeed.
ed in securing DON and board with
the Grays, and from that hour I felt
happy and contented for nearly a
year.
Up to this time, however, I had not
thought of Anne in any other way
than that she was different, somehow,
from other women I had met before.
It seemed as if the air I breathed in
her presence was purer, ,fresher,
and more invigorating; that life was a
been to me heretofore, that wherever
she was the world looked happier and
brighter to my eyes.
1t was not until the beginning of the
second year of my stay in Wainbor-
ough that l was fully awakened to
the knowledge that / was hopelessly,
madly in love. At this time there was
a change of station agents at the rail-
road. The new agent was a young
mar and came. to board with the
Grays. Before many weeks had
passed my eyes were opened to the
new condition of things. Allen Ash
ton, the new agent, was very atten-
tive to Anne, and she on her part
seemed to give him all the encourage.
ment that was needed to make him
fall deeper and deeper in love. This
dawned upon me by degrees from day
to day until my own love spoke up in
my heart and showed me the situa'
ton I was in.
1t is true at this time that Anne was
as smiling and kind to ME as ever,
perhaps a little more SO than she had
been, but | noticed, too, that the biz
Newfoundland dog, Carlo, was treated
to Tor frequent caresses than he
was used to get before Allan Ashton
came upon the scene.
This is how matters stood until one
night when Annehad been playing and
singing for Ut l went out on the long
gallery to my favorite place behind
the Madeira vines at one end o. it, t.
muse and dream a while before going
to bed. as had become my habit. J
had been sitting there but a short
while when Allan and Anne
came out of the house. They
went to the farther end Of the gal
lery from me, where they stopped and
stood close together. l could hear
nothing but the murmur OF their voic
es, for they were speaking very low
but I could see their every motion
plainly, for the moon was shining full
and bright. Presently Allan's arm
wound itself around Annie's slender
waist, and she lifted one of her shape
ly hands and placed tupon his shout
der. They stood thus for a while, ant
the picture that they made to my
eyes is burned into my heart to thi'
day.
Even now, and death is almost up
| on me, when ! think of that scene ant
what followed my heart and brain
seem on fire, and I can hardly sup
press the cry OF anguish that comes
to my lips.
Allan bent his head and touched hi
lips to Annie's; it was then that / wa
fully aroused to the consciousness
| that she was lost to me forever.
| felt then that I could, without any
conjunction, kill the man that hat
stepped between her and me.
With a wild cry / rushed to
wards my rival, holding Tight!
grasped in my hand a dirk tina
I habitually carried about me.
| do not know by what power l wa
stopped from killing Allan Ashton. HI
stood before me, smiling, happy, vic
tolious in love but defenseless for hi