The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1889-12-15


hot that wonderfully vivid ''Hcicnn Of
Rosetti's with her wnxen image could have
been moro nSed and unrelcnting toward her
falso lover
'There is but one way in which can be
avenged, p she gasped out in her failing voice.
HE may think that because he has killed
me he is safe from me, but will come back. ="
Here the voice sank to a sort Of low hiss,
"Raehel, will come back-I swear it-corne
back to wear his life out. That is why am
content to die"
Great heavens, how it chilled my blood to
hear her. How the dusky Light seemed to
swell out into gray eternities upon whose
vast wings spirits were afoat. 1t was not
tho word OF human being, it was thrill
ing whisper from the other side of the grave.
She was Tot wandering
Agatha DEAR whispered as well as luy
tightening throat allowed, lat least try to
forgive him before you 60 EIe has wronged
you cruelty, but so much the moro forgive. 4
She lifted herself on her pillow with moro
strength than she had shown for at least q
week Her great hollow eyes turned upon
me filled with sullen fire. With an effort she
said distinctly:
II cannot forgive cruelty like that can
not either in this world or tho next; l will
not. pray may never, mover forgive him,
50 that to tho last day Of his life he may be
punished. As he blghted and destroyed SO
will blight and destroy"
Hush, hush, my poor childr'
GAS he did so win !, ~ she went on, regard
less Of my interruption. .As suffered he
shall suffer. God is just. will come back !"
/ Her head with all its weight of ruddy gold
| fell back, her eyelids closed darby, her hol-
low cheeks looked moro hollow-a moan--a
! gasp-and before any enc else could come she
| lay dead in my arms. Shall ever forget It'll
Died for love The idea perhaps is poetic;
the reality is grim, miserable, IN irony upon
this life of ours. But wherein is the wrong,
and how can it be put rightg She died BE-
! cause she had frail constitution, but she
! died Of love. O-her women live on, but the
/ spring Of life is broken in them.
Tom made one comments 81 should like to
| shoot tie man, he said re1ectively. How
ever, nobody shot or otherwise molested
| Capt. HarinGfield, and little while after l
| Glanced to hear that he was extremely happy
with his charming wife.
! He was, moreover, fortunate enough to
get very good appointment in London. /
met tho couple soon after, found that Calista
had lively and aifectionate remembrance
Of me, and was SO touched by her old charm
that called-having resolved that would
not! In fact it would have been matter of
son,e difficulty to avoid calling, SO Tom and
/ compromised matters by resolving never to
accept an invitation CT theirs, or to ask them
except on formal occasions to our house. So
the most poignantly felt griefs of ''other
people" are blown away by breezes of e1Ee-
diency, forgetfulness or consideration Tor
others.
Capt. Haringfeld had been a faithless
lover, but he made perfect husband He
and Calista were much wrapped up in one
| another as two people have any right to be.
They preferred one anothers company to
any other, which, means similarity in
tastes, and congeniality of ideas that some
how is more often missed than found in
marriage.
She Yves the sweetest of women; beautiful
with beauty that neither creates jealousy
nor asks for admiration. She carried with
her the golden charm of q warm true nature,
happy disposition, q delicate care foi' others
She made one think tlat one would be very
glad to have her nature.
l need scarcely observe that Maj. Haring-
field, as he was now, was the kind of q man
to be greatly Influenced by his wife. 1t is
not a rarity in character, but never knew
any one SO improved as be YVES by marriage
Doubtless the affair of Agatha had given his
vanity such knock on the head that it
could never rear itself very obtrusively
again, and 80 watched with some reflections
upon the waste in life, and saw what a per-
feet eliminating blossom their love was be-
coming. just what married love is intended
to be.
have now come to the extraordinary part
of my story l wonder how many will believe
it; some will, know.
1t was very hot in London, and the Har-
ingfelds resolvedt to run down to Brighton
for couple of days for breath of sea air,
also to SEQ an old aunt whom they made
3 point of seeing now and then Having
! nieces myself who trust may take pleasure
in visiting me when am an old lady, must
hero remark that / thought it very pleas
ing trait in their characters. However, this
was the beginning Of it.
I A splendid moonlight night tempted Mai.
Haringield to stroll out, leaving Calista to
keep the old aunt company The grand ex-
panse Of sea front never looks finer than I'M
dor brilliant moon. The tall houses
wreathed and softly blotted by darkness,
that might be palaces, the long drawn lines
Of lamps dotting shining beads as far Us eye
can reach, the mighty roar, or running whis-
| per Of the waves are all parts of its great at
| tractivenesS.
| Maj. Haringield selected a bonch on the
Hove csplanade nearest Gle sea, and sat there
happily with his cigar.
But as he unused the power of association
relentlessly working made him stand in
spirit by lonely grave in far away
| churchyard. The moon saw it, as it saw
| him, the wcS dows iay upon it, tho silence of
night and Of death was over it. Oh, not ''to
bring back" but to bury-to do away with
some of those days that are past when on
this very spot he had done his best to rivet
! to him the heart Of woman, when he had
/ eagerly drunk in the sweet draught of her
strong love.
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