Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-01-31

She looked white and i'll to-nfght, and she
had such a strange wstful expression in her
eyes, as if she had presentiment OF coming
i'll. She chung to Guy sObbing tonight He
smiled down at her.
SILLY little one! Do you think l am to
escape all sorrOw?'
Il wish [ could keep it from you, Guy"
Il must try to keep It from You, my dar-
ling" he said softly
Suddenly BERTHE put up her hands and
drew his tall head down to hers and kissed
him passionately.
"Oh, Guy, take care Of yourselfr' she said,
In a voice 50 pathetic and full Of tears. you
know what my life would be without you"
But all this is very sad, and, as Guy is go
ing away only for three or four days at the
most, BERTHE is silly to grieye so much
July 4th.-Jean tells me that the parting
was very sad this morning, that BERTHE tried
TO be brave, but broke down in very unae-
contable manner and that Guy himself
seemed strangely depressed He must have
dreamed an old dream last night, for it seems
he thought he saw Jean entering his room in
a white pCignOjr, and seemed surprised that
She had not been there. BERTHE has not been
told of the dream. Guy told Jean not to
mention it to her. BERTHE made Guy promise
to telegraph to her every night and every
morning during the few days he will be away,
which seems rather childish.
July 6th.-Guy's kilograms come regularly.
Captain Gordon is better, he says, and he will
be home soon. Our rehearsals have begun.
find my part very difficult, Milford is so ex-
acting. / wonder it he would be equally ex-
acting as a husband? What an ideal won
t,aH
now? lie complains that don't throw fire
enough into the part; aud yet | can be earn
est enough when his back is turned. Can it
be possible that But mol know so little
of him; and, besides, one never loves a
stranger. viii think Of it 10 more.
July Sth.-Our costumes are arrived. They
are really rdUiSsdHtes | am so glad! /
want to be 81 bCIeon Thursday! Why? All,
well, yes, own that am coquette! / want
him to have some esteem Tor me-admiration
-lovel
July 10th.-Guy comes tomorrow evening.
BERTHE is radiant and fits about the house
like "a sunbeam. Guy viii arrive just in time
for our comCdje, and his little t0Heoe looks
rdUiSsuHi5 in her toilette of P0mpadour silk,
her patches and powder.
have lirst q cOurt-dress and then plain
gray dress with a Charlotte COrdaycap Lord
Oldham likes the plain dress best; he said it
suited me perfectly. He has made sketch
Of BERTHE for Guy. 1t is Just like her-much
more like than the picture Guy had done
which hangs in the gallery. lie made q
sketch of me also; but he would not give it to
me. He says he viii do so when have an
swered question he is going to ask me.
What is the question, wonderland what
will my answer be?
July 1lth.-I was awakened last night by
Jeanette, BeTtie's maid knocking for me.
BERTHE had tainted dead away, and, when She
came to herself, seemed hall delirious with
terror She said She saw a white bird ut her
window in the night, and as she was going
TO open the window, it flew upwards, She
says Guy is III OF dying. A telegram from
him has however changed the color of her
ideas, and She has Just run into my dressing
room. dressed i'm her mlrquise costume, to
tell me to hurry, that the guests are arriving,
and Guy will be here before l am coffee.
PART IL-BY EVAN PALMER, NJ. D., OF
TREDEGAH
1t is just five years ago tonight since | wit
messed the saddest scenes / have ever, in my
experience Us a medical man, behcld, and
which / can never forget. IL was On this
evening, the eleventh of July, in the year
IS, that there occurred that fearful railway
accident which is still recalled by the simple
village folk with horror ana grief too deep
for wOrt,. TWAS about half-past seven, aud
a fair July evening; | was inmy room, dress
ing for a ball and theatricals at Tredegar,
when a man on horseback came daShmg up,
and in a moment Margery Dawse, my house
keeper, was knocking 1t my door, her face
white with terror.
For Heavens sake, sir, gor' she said al
most incOharently There has been a rail-
way accident at the station, and a number of
people are dyingp
A few words from the messenger confirm
ed her statement; the down-train had dashed
into an up-tTain from LaunCeSton and the
casualties were fearful.
Take my horse and go, Doctor" he said.
''Ihey are all ut the station Some are dead,
others are dying, and the Squire-"
lie paused, unable to proceed; and, spring
ing upon his horse, dashed off, trying to
think it improbable that Guy Tredegar was
IN the collision, and praying that if such had
been the case. he had not been seriously
hurt. Something brought to my mind Miss
Leonhardts bright face and yelyety dark
eyes, and hoped that she was spared such
sorrow. | found the little station in q terri
bic state OF commOtiou. The collision had
been a fearful one. Help had been obtained
from al quarters; but the waysdo stagon
looked more ike an ambulance anything
else, the sufferers being placed on mattresses,
rugs, or benches, where some lay groanng,
while others were in the stiffness and silence
of mseusibilty OF death. For a moment l
paused hardly knowing where to begin,
when Mr.. Jameson, the Stationmaster, his
white face fun Of perpleXity, distress, and
despair, caught me by the arm.
Mr.. Tredegar is here" he said brokenly;
and he led me into his own cottage, where,
on a couch, lay Guy Tredegar.
My first glance showed me that FOR him
there was no hope He was sensible, and
gave me a faint smile
Don't waste your time here, Palmer he
said, i'm faint low tones; there are others
who need You. | au-dyingl Rush-old
1 fellow! Don't grieye. am sure-l saw
and he smiled again-"the White Lady the
night before I left town"