Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1889-06-22

! gasps from his lips. Ris hand clasped tn
arm OF his companion.
, who is that," he asked, In q fierce
hoarse whisper.
Major Henchley looked.
That is the beautiful Mrs. Waldron,
the granddaughter OF Lord Carlswood.
SIZE Is a magnificent I do not
think she has her equal In L~ondon-nay
in all England"
Mrs. Waldron!" repeated Mr.. Dale, In
O low voice.
"Do not put the question that no one
ever fails to ask-'Who Is her husbandf''
people ask that, do theys Well, l an
inclined 70 initiate them. Who is her hus-
bandt"
~ cannot tell you; she made som low
marriage. I believe"
docs O low marriage mean that she
married q poor mann" asked Mr.. Dale.
Il suppose so, l do not know. I have
heard, In common with the rest Of the
world, that she married beneath her, and
Is separated from her husband"
because he Is low-I can understand
that. am what Is called q self-made
man, major. II high-bred lady looked
kindly ON me, and an alliance were formed.
| should you think she had contracted q low
marriagef
Because Of your" cried the major.
Certainly not. Why, you are one OF the
most rising men Of the day."
1T Is difficult to discover what q low
marriage is" said MI. Dale; but the
| strange pallor did not die from his face.
| He was unlike himself for the whole Of the
| day after he had seen Lord Carlswood's
| grandchild.
There were many who remarked at the
| Drawing-room that the beautiful Mrs
Waldron looked unlike herself; she was
not 80 brilliant, not SO radiant; there was
more OF thought on her brow, Of care in
her eyes; her smile was not 30 bright, her
repartee not SO ready.
II was the truth. The pleasures Of the
world were beginning to pail upon Ismay.
Perhaps she had exhausted them too
quickly. She had drained the cup OF pleas
ure TO its very dfegs; there was nothing
left for her to wish for-nothing to desire
Her life for ten long years had been one
series OF brilliant triumphs; the world had
worshiped her; and during that time she
had lived without love, without tender
ness, engrossed In vanity. pleasure, and
] love OF luxury. She was In the very pride
OF her magnificent ~womanhood now, and
she was beginning TO feel tired OF frivolity
TO wish for something better.
She was at a ball one evening, and some
one presented her with q beautiful rose.
She took 1t carelessly, and held 10 In her
| hands willis she sat down TO rest. The
perfume stole slowly upon her senses; 1t
brough. back to her the time when she
had sat with Mr.. Ford in the pretty shady
garden; she remembered her own passion
| ~ yynndar md op,ptinn nc cha liotanaI IN
| his story. Then her husbands face rose
before her as she had seen 1t ashland
some. haggard with misery, yet full Of
love and tenderness. She remembered
how he had clasped her in his arms and
| kissed her lips-how he had said TO her
"You will find nothing in the world like
my love"
She started, for q warm tear had falle q
upon her hand.
What am l dotng2" she thought. FL
have hardly thought of him for years.
Can it be possible that am weeping fox
Paul."
For the first time-so engrossed had she
been in her new life-she began to wonder
what had happened to him during those
ten years.
HE took my decision very quietly" she
said; The never even tried to persuade me
to alter it,"
How useless all such persuasions would
have been nc one knew better thar her.
self: but II began to strike her as strange
that he should have made no effort to see
her-to induce her to return to him. OF
the tempest Of pride and passion, of love
end despair. through which he had passed
she knew nothing.
She began to long to See him. Once she
had compared him with the polished gen
tlemen she had met at Bralyn, aud the
comparison, in some respects, had Away:
been to his disadvantage, they were sc
refined, he was so homely. But now, as
her eyes wandered YEARLY over the great
crowd, she looked ia vain for a face like
his.
II was so sorely tempted" she cried K
herself-'I forgot all the wrong"
She grew thin and pale. People re-
marked to each other, and to Lord Carls
wood, how changed she was, and he grew
anxious about her.
1--WE will leave London earlier than us
ual this year." he said. You must go to
the seaside, Ismay. You are not looking
SO we'll, my dear child. What ails your"
She could have told him that it was ar
awakened conscience, a troubled heart, ar
uneasy mind, a longing desire to see heI
husband again, o longing wish If possible
to undo her sin.
WAS it a sin9" The question came sud
denly to her mind one day, and startled
her terribly. A sin' She had always beer
frightened at SHIT was not a pleasant
word. Was this a sin-to have left the
husband TO whom she had plighted he,
troth for no better reason than the desire
Of being richf
Not all the sea-breezes that ever swept
the waves would bring health to the I'M.
happy wife who had been so frail, so weak
of purpose, so easily tempted. No medi-
cine, no tonic yet discovered had the pow
or to quiet the pain Of her awakened CON
science.
APT W
Ismay Waldron had felt the pain Of I'M
gratified wishes; she had known what it
was to be poor, yet to long to be rich-to
long for pleasure and gayety, yet to have
oil denied to her, But in all her life she
had never suffered anything like his sor-
row-the sorrow of unavailing remorse,
or repentance without the power of atone
ment, OF love that knows itself all un-
worthy OK ever meeting with love in re-
turn