St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-12-02
wrapping his arms about the throbbing,
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Looking deep into the eyes which COM
manded her soul, she yielded passlyely
to their delicious meSmeriSm.
The red gold head fell on his shoulder,
the 1.-the form yielded to his caress. the
ripe lips lay quivering beneath his
passioned kiss. God! What miracle OF
Thine could possibly save her then?
Too late for balm when the palm is
broken
Intoxicated with the thrill of this
rare. delicious wine-the champagne OF
the gods-Dulce Kenyon for the nonce
forgot her honor, heaven and hell.
Judge her not harshly, reader; she was
no heroine. And you of the ignorance
which is yet no 1.-THE of innocence:
You who have never known the veal
and woe of loves temptation. judge her
not at all. She was a woman, weak and
strong as woman may be moulded, no
less, and alas! no more!
For Gartsherrie-the fever-hood with
in his veins was stealing away his bet
ter sense and dragging him deeper into
mire as it has many man before MIN,
with its ignis fatuus glow. afs
His breath came quick and hot
Harsh with their weight of feeling. his
WordS-wordS recorded against MN,
alas with a pen more aflame than their
own poor transient fervor-fell upon his
quarry.
you would not leave me now, be-
loved"' he asked. reproachfully,. fold
ing her but the closer to him: And
''GOd forgive me, | could not!' she re-
sponded, with moan of agony. 1t was
like dropping ice into a boiling caul-
dron. His rockies IS kisses snatched the
words from her lips and buried the half
spent moan in her throat forever.
''Mine, all mine," he cried, eXultantly.
Before heaven, my wife"
But Just at this vital moment an awful
thing occurred. The sin we commit in
darkness and bury in oblivion never
seems half SO grueSOme as that which
Fate unrolls to foreign gaze, and mir
rors in other eyes.
For the door had suddenly swung
open, and On its threshold, great,
gaunt. wild-eyed shadow now, deliriouS
with opium, stood Hugh Gartsberrle's
lawful wife.
His lawful wife in the eyes of man,
but no more so in the eyes of God than
this girl he held in his arms; for ten
years ago she had been a beauty and
sold herself to him for the wealth which
drugged upon her hands, since she had
been an invalid ever since.
malicious housekeeper, and realizing
the mine sprung upon him when Dulce
shrank from his arms with cry, death
entered the heart late glowing with
life.
With fierce imprecation he leaped
forward. slammed the door in their
faces before they realized his intent
and turned the key in his lock as it
would have given him the greatest
pleasure to turn knife in their hearts.
A piteous object to the eyes of mercy,
Dulce Kenyon stood at bay, eating Dead
sea fruit, realizing, thus .bleakly re-
called, her-heinOuS sin and its bitter eX-
piation. Wild and dry her eyes glared
around. as if to seek escape. when
Gartsherrie approached. his strong face
set and Sullen with bitter remorse.
"Don't, don't touch me. don't dare!"
she cried. fiercely. Are you not salts
fed with your work, having. made me
her hands in the acme of impotent
despair, .'why did you not let me die a
year ago? Was it for this you saved
me?"
Cuisine the iibing of the opium-eater
was something terrible. She threatened
all sorts of exposure. called all the vilest
epithetS her diSOrdered blain could COM
mand, until Gartsherrie cursed himself
and her between his tightened teeth.
Great beads of pain-wrung perspira-
ton stood out upon his lofty brow.
With working face the snarer knelt
ensnared. He caught to his lips the
hands which covered his victims eyes
to blot him from their gaze.
LAS God is my judge would give my
soul to undo it, Dulce!'' he swore, and
doubtless he meant what he said. For
give me. sweet, my whole life shall
atone, swear it."
As if it ever could! Or fifty thousand
lives. though twice as generous and
chiyalric! And as if to mock his oath,
the wind walled with glee more diaboli-
cal.
Christmas morn-a dreary, sobbing
Christmas morn, quite worthy OF its
eye-and Hugh Gartsberrie Wakened to
the swish and rack of waves.
The sea! Bewildered he started upon
his elbow and stared around; then mem
ory, that scourge of the wicked, that
treasure of the righteous, arose and
struck him broadside. He dropped.
'sSiX, seven, eight, nineW wound
| I'D an Ormuiu clock above his head
nine! The hour when all the city papers
would be chronicling to the world his
flight; and reading OF it, one at least,
his opponent in pending murder case,
would rejoice to the depths of his soul.
His fight: Again he Started up wide
| awake and looked around In dlSmay.
| Where was the cause. the partner of it?
| For no lovely. drOWSy, red-gold head
pressed the pillow beside his own!
s'She is hiding somewhere to mock
me;' he thought, yet underneath 1t all
| Law dread he would not, could not
voice. He dressed hastily, thinking of
| her. He would atone. He would wipe
| out the bitter paSt-ay, in SackclOth and
| ashes, Hugh GartSherrie; but never
never for her!
He had babe her wake him at dawn
| with a kiss: and now he remembered
with morbid fancy she had returned
| no answer, and he had smiled to think
how quick, like the child she was, she
| had fallen asleep.
81 will find her in the salon." he
| thought; "Her dear little riante face
will mock me from some curtaihed
recess soon."
But not in the salon, and not on the
dreary wind blown deck. He TUNED
from it's railing with SILVER not born
of outer chill, and vent back to his
| stateroOm.
mot here yet? Great God! where
could she be? What if
Suddenly note upon the dressing
table caught his fearful glance. With
| the horrible, hungry greed of a starving
! man. who snatcheS at even hope Of
food, he caught it up, and the wild
waves wept and lashed each other
while he devoured its hastily-penciled
| lines:
IF YOU care to look, you will find me
in the morgue-God's morgue-the coral
bottom of the sea! have Cancelled my
debt to you with interest, Shylock. !
have given you the life you saved and
the soul which you destroyed, but as L