Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-06-21


letter came. She had tried to love her hus-
bends she had imagined, If she were mar
RED TO some good man. she could forget
her Wild love for him. But it was IN vain,
and she was the most miserable woman on
the face Of the earth.
he said nothing to Mignon. It would
only grleVe her, and she was too white and
innocent to know anything OF such stormy
passions.
4 third letter came, and fourth, and he
began to be seriously annoyed when one
day a little note came from June - Mrs.
Langdon-saying she was to be In town
visiting her sister; would he not call?
In his perple1ity (naen are such stupids)
he went to MignOE.
He told her Mrs. LengdOn was in town:
that she had written TO him to call. Should
he do sO2 And then to her questions: No.
she was not happy. and she had not get
learned to love her husband, whom she
had married IN one Of her freaks, but in
And poor little AIignon. with a very sore
heart and calm face told him to go If he
wished. It would only be courtesy.
She had seen June's picture, and the beau
tiful sOrceress face was something to re-
member - the sweet, smiling lips, the Ian
guild. dark eyes, the pearl softness and
fairness. Often, when she was nestled in
her lovers arms, the thought would steal
to her that that beautiful head had lain
where hers was now; that his kisses had
been pressed upon other. redder lips, and
she felt a little peng. as a loving. jealous
neart will, for there is little love in this
world that does not walk hand In hand
with jealousy. 1t is all very we'll to talk
about perfect trust noble confidence.
but this is the nineteenth century, and
one must be Vains and arrogant. and self
sufficient indeed, when no doubt ever
cr66pS III OF one s own power and las
cination when pitted against anOther's.
June LangdOn had wealth, beauty and
passion. MignOn had twice her intellect.
and tenderness, and capacity for pain, and
seH-Sacrlnce and love. Juno was mag
nihcent cactus blossom. scarlet and gold,
and subtle; MignOn was fair day~lily.
pallid and fragrant and pensive.
And men have such an unfortunate weak
ness for tropical flowers, they c&nnot pass
them by carelessly or unconsciOusly,
even though they have already plucked
the lily and laid the fra11 petals over their
hearts. The white flower brought out
all the beauty Of Don Eastern's SOUL its
ch1valry and tenderness. its belief in the
good and true, its higher impulses and as
plra5lOnS; but he could not ignore the brill
liant cactus bud; it caused his blood to
how faster, 1t gave new zest to living
for an hour.
1lignon was his saint, his nun. his good
angel and he loved her truly, with all the
high love q man Of the world can ever
know. He reverenced her for her WOmanly
goodness and truth; he trusted her as he
never supposed he could trust any one.
She rested him and sOOthed him un-
speakably.
And little MignOn loved him with a
strange power and intensity that was the
very breath of her life to her.
But he went to see Mrs. LangdOn all the
same.
She came to him more royalty beautiful
than ever, with ewes more lustrous and
filed with a starrier dusk, with redder lips
and deeper flush on her delicate cheeks;
her garments chung about her GssOm form,
faint, mystic perfume rose from her laces
-Circe. indeed.
He stood up silently and graveIy. but she
laid her head on his shoulder and drew his
lips down to hers. She had once been del
IL L Il
mad, unthinking love had changed hCr
strangely. And, married though she was,
this man. Don Eastern. held all her soul in
his keeping. and, with tropical nature Like
hers love is everything.
She would have preferred heaven and the
lilies and languOrs Of virtue; debRrred
from that, she would take he'll and the "rapt-
ure and roses" OF love to which she had
no shadow Of right. By-and-by she said:
Don. you love some one"
He bowed, with deep look into her face.
Not me-yOu do not love me !" she said.
impatiently. 1T is some one else, some one
I don't knOw-teu me about herl"
My dear June, could man ever find room
for two women in his heart, when one Of
Tel me about her" she said. steadily. 81
have not loved you all these years, Don
Eastern, without learning. every phase Of
your mood. Does she live here?"
No. bus she is visiting here at present,
is she beautiful?"
NO"
Brilliant"
Wealthy"
mo"
What is she. then?"
IAN angel, whose garments it is a PrOfana-
ton to touch"
She looked at him wonderingly and sighed
heavily.
aCan I see herr"
4 am sure do not know. You may pos
sibly meet her at some party or something.
Are you going to hear Modjeska to-
morrow nightH-
with her?"
Il believe So
-Then shall see her oh, my Godl"
She caught her breath sharply, and fell
down at his feet in all her exquisite beauty.
Gan you never, never love me again,
Don2 Ny life my soul, it is all yoursl Can
you not give me a little love in return2"
He lifted her up gently.
at is too late to ask that now, June. Try
and forget you ever loved any one but your
husband. Believe me. you viii be happier.
No one can more bitterly regret than I the
misery Of our past. Let US begin anew.
But she thrust him away from her wildly,
and babe him to 60, if he did not wish her
to fall dead at his feet.
So he went away sadly
bEignon was visiting a school friend
Mrs. Barrymore, and the next night they
all sat listening to the heart breaking story
of -Camtle"-Mrs- Barrymore piqUant and
gypsy-like; Mr.. Barrymore blonde and lam
guild, but very devoted to his pretty, dash
ing wife; HignOn and Don Eastern.
MignoD was listening earnestly to Nod
jeskG. who interpreted so well a passionate.
loving, errings noble woman's heart. The
high grace, the dainty foreign accent.
the naturGlness OF this actress, held her in
thrau. and she never took her eyes from the
stage; but. as the curtain went down on the
second act, she lifted her glass and slowly
scanned the house. Suddenly she paused
with a heart that thrObbed strangely. Di-
rectly across from her sat a woman whom
surely she had seen somewhere woman
with great dusky eyes and golden hair, and
brilliant scarlet on her lips, and a htful
flush on her cheeks woman in gold satin
that fell away from the snowy neck and
arm on which opals cleaned OmtnOusly,
with q knot OF crimson in her hand.
don" she said. TREMENDOUSLY. lis not that
an old friend Of yours in the box oppO-
site?'