St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-11-09
A LOVE STORY.


pants cast startled glances to right and
to left, the frenzied animals rushed
headlong, dragging after them dainty
little victoria, in which sat a woman.
The menservants upon the box kept
their seats well, and seemed likely TO
regain power over the excited beasts
they strove so assiduously to control.
The lady, too. exhibited wondrous
nerve: she did not attempt to escape
from her carriage, but quietly slipping
from her rather elevated seat to the
floor of the vehicle, crouched there as
still as mouse.
Just as the issue of this reckless drive
appeared disposed to turn favorably,
just as the painting horses began to
answer to the reinS, an untoward cpl
sode happened.
From side road a shady-looklng, I'M
obtrusive barOuche, one of those hired
shandrydans in which suburban resi-
dents love occasionally to drive to Lon
don ''as great treat" and to mix with
the faShiOnabIeS at Hyde Park, adj
vanced straight across the path of the
runaways.
Instantly they swerved sharp to the
right, catching with one wheel as they
did so wheel of the shandrydan, Yet
this check seemed to serve only as a
spur to their movements; not second
did they tarry, but with one wheel ell
tirely taken off, went bump, bump.
humping on, leaving the foOtman. who
had been thrown heavily to the ground,
lying senSelesS in the road.
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scribe this scene represent the number
of minutes occupied in its occurrence
over and over again. Policemen and by
ISLANDERS, rushing forward in vain at
tempt to stop the horses, shouted to the
silent woman on the floor of the carriage
not to move for Gods sake.
Nor did she. Not as much as an inch
did she stir, not finger did she raise.
Her white face was perfectly calm, her
darkiy fringed eYelids were closed, and
nesting there in the midst of the iovely
white and black silk and lace of the
dainty dress she woe, she looked as if
asleep.
But the dreadful drive was to end.
Suddenly the cOachman tainted and
dropped from his box, the horses
dashed against a lamp post, the car
rage overturned. and when they eXtri-
Gated the unfortunate lady from the
debris they thought that she was dead.
They took her and the two other suf-
ferers to st. Georges hospital hard by,
where it was discovered that though
the men were only shaken, the lady
sustained internal injuries, recovery
from which was extremely problem
atical. Her relations, said the sur
geon who attended her. should be COM
municated with at once. The men,
questioned, made reply that. so far as
they knew, their mistress had no rela-
tives in London. She had arrived only
the day before from New York ,and
was residing in house in Park Lane,
with retinue of perfectly new domes
tics, so that there was nothing to be
done but wait.
At O'Clock in the morning following.
Rt. Hon. Cecil CarlyOn sat in his luXu-
rious study in GrOsvenOr place, alone.
There had been hot debate in the
house that night on the subject of the
marriage laws, and Cecil Carlyon had
taken part in 1t with even more than
his ordinary enthusiasm.
The soft pearly light Of new day
suffuSed the apartment i'll which he sat,
in which he had sat since his return an
hour before, deep in thought. Outside
in the garden fountain FLASHED music
ally, and by degrees the outlines of
garden chairs, trees and shrubs became
clear to him as he unused within. BY
degrees, too, the deep silence of the
night, broken only now and then by the
distant murmur of cabs and carriages
pursuing their way upon the roads and
streets, gave place to the chirping of
birds, the growing OF cocks, and other
homely sounds which even the heart of
of London hears at such times.
Once he rose. and, walking to the
window, threw the long French sasheS
aside, and stood upon the steps leading
to the garden beneath.
lit is long ago." he murmured to
himself, pushing away from his fore
head the heavy dark hair, in which
gray was beginning to mingie, and
does so often after silent meditation,
sslong ago, and yet it comes back to me
tonight with all the freshness it ever
had. What else could expect, though,
after such debate?"
He took his chair once more. and
once more gave himself up to thoughts
of the past.
Of fair woman whom, travelling. he
had met in the days when he was a
young man, full of the immense faith
in the future, of the joyOusnesS and
bu0yancy of youth, characteristic of
men who are some day to make their
mark in the world. Of the love they
had had for one another, the love they
neither could have hidden had they
striven ever so much, for before they
had even spoken each one had known
that love was there, and forever. Of
his finding that she was the wife of a
man who at that time was suffer
ing the punishment of penal serv-
itude of long duration for forgery
aud ENLIGHTENMENT of trust funds. Of
his passionate appeal to her to fly with
him to some country where, If freedom
could not be procured for her, he and
she could live together life of love and
happiness. OF her fearful refusal, their
parting, his adoption of diplomatic
work, his marvellous success.
He thought of her tonight because he
knew she had been right. He knew
that he, in kicking so impetuously, so
madly against the pricks, had done her
the greatest wrong he could have done.
He knew that the day they parted from
one another, never, as it happened, to
meet again, she had been not cruel. not
cold, not heartless, as he had told him.
self that she must be--for how else
could she have withstood him?-but a
heroine-just simply that, heroine.
Twenty years ago it all happened.
With something like amaze he thought
of the tremendous energy with which.
after parting with her, he had plunged
into work.
Work had treated him, he was wont
to tell himself, more kindly than had
ever love. Thus he unused. never STIR
ring from his chair, but thinking ever,
and solely. of his first, his only love.
Until at 6 o'clock ringing peal dis
turbed the silence of the house, and his
valet appeared with note which had,
he SAID, just been delivered, and was
marked urgent"
Carlyon opened the missive and read
it. 1t was dated from st. Georges hos
pital, and ran as follows:
1.-THE house surgeon presents his COM
pliments to Rt. Hon. Cecil Carlyon, and
begs to state that Mrs. Sargent, who was
seriously injured by carriage accident
in Hyde Park yesterday afternoon, is
lying here and is not expected to live