The Emporia weekly news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1881-1889, 1889-04-04

A Thrilling Story Taken Bodily from
Real Life.
CNote.-This remarkable story-published,
it is hardly necessary to say, exclusively by
The Tribune-is from advance sheets of Mr..
W-m On His next novel. As
printed below it appears in somewhat con-
densed form, but contains all that is note
worthy in plot, incident and dialogue in the
entire story.l
A picturesquely commonplace, ordinary,
Unconditional New England day.
The sun having risen some three hours pre-
viously, was now about three hours high. Its
rays, shining in through the second story
back parlor window Of plain frame dwell
ing house on quiet street in Dismalton, Lit
up split bottomed chair occupied by thiI
haired young woman evidently suffering
from heartburn The window, it should be
mentioned, was of ordinary construction,
being made of pine sash and Okla or possibly
1Ox14 glass. The putty had dropped of in
places, and the fastening at the top
Of the lower sash was partially broken
off, as if it had been hastily raised by insert
ing an ak or soup iadle at the bottom and
prying upward This might have been done
in a moment Of forgetfulness by the auburn
haired and contemplative domestic who was
employed at stipend of $3.50 per week to
do the cooking and look after the house.
The young woman who sat in the chair
was near sighted and wore steel trimmed
glasses. She was not handsome, but there
was an expression about her sallow face with
its square jaw and aquiline nose, slightly red
dened at the tip, that sometimes caused per-
sons who met her to look at her second time.
Mother" she said to an angular matron
who entered the apartment, 81 am impressed
with the conviction-Or perhaps I should say
am at times diInly conscious of an impress
sion-that this life of excitement is making
me slightly nervous"
And she put away the yarn stocking she
was darning and picked up late New Eng
land novel by Jenny Hames
Peninsula" said her mother after a pause
during which she had been vaguely watch.
ing the uneasy slumbers Of detected cat that
lay Imply on the rug before the fire, ''I think
you had better spend a few months In Italy.
What shall we have for dinnerr'
II
Three weeks later. Rome. Vatican Cat
acombs. Pigeons Gloomy sunshine. OPP
pressive feeling of ennui.
Mother" said Peninsula, as tho two stood
in front of the Pamphilia-Doria palace, "isnt
that aged horse terribly lamea All, me
What is life good for. wonder, anyhowF'
my daughter" replied the mother, witt
dreary yawn, as she aimlessly looked at hel
watch and remembered she had not wound
it since she left Dismalton, tive win go tc
Venice"
Gondolas. st. Marks. Pervading damp
ness, odors of garlic and pensive memorie:
Of Venetian Days Continuation Of ennui.
Mother, 1 yearn for my New England
home. Life here is so intense, so aquatic
| SOL
az know it, my daughter And the egg
are too Oriental want you should not be
come too much excited. Remember how the
story Of Annie QuilIburn worked upon your
sensitive nature"
of hopeless melancholy, ''we viii return
home"
DiznaIton- Another ordinary New Eng
| land day. The mother and daughter ahghteC
from the two seated carryan- had theil
trunks carried into the house, paid the man
and went IN. They had returned home. A
few more chunks Of putty had fallen from
the second story back window, and the cal
was rather thinner than formerly. Other
wise the place was unchanged.
'fWhat time is it, motherF'
~ think, " said the mother, looking at tn.
sum- sit must Be about II o'clock Or half
| past" she added, redectively.
"
The evening shades had fallen, but a faini
odor OF boiled cabbage still peryaded the
quiet New England home. There was Z
knock at the front door. The bell, it shoull
be explained. was out of repair.
The caller was shown into the parlor
81 have called, Peninsula, to-
The young village doctor paused moneni
to suppress an involuntary spazmodic actioE
that looked like yawn, but may have beer
| hiccough.
At have called. Peninsula, to ask II you vii
| marry me-"
''Fotheringay," she answered. looking a,
the hickory wood Hre In the CRATE with pain
ful incertitude. ST cannot say whether vii
| TIE Ewn