The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1889-02-02
a Tale Of Two Continents.

CHAPTER XXyIU.-CoNTINUED.

All welcomed them home except
Jeanette, and when she looked upon
the lovely form of her successful rival,
the hatred that she bore in her heart
was almost more than she could bear.
She seemed to be glad to see them,
and welcome them back, but all the
while, that little cloud they had left
behind them had been growing larger
and gathering more force each day,
and now was only waiting for time
to come when it would burst upon
them with all its strength and fury
and shatter the foundation of their hap
piness as if forever.
That year had seemed to Ray and
Lenora but one short month, and its
days but hours of perfect bliss; that
happy year had made a wonderful
improvement in Rays appearance, and
his little wife had grown taller and
even more beautiful.
She was noble, kind, generous, and
the mistress of the Bristol mansion,
but she did not seem to realize that she
was a wealthy woman. Everybody
loved her, except one, and Ray was
never happy unless by her side.
My dear little wife, can it be posi-
BILE that no shadow VIII ever cross our
path? Can | live on and on forever in
the sunshine of your smile?"
Il never care to smile for any one
but you, Ray, dear Do not worry, for
that viii always be, and always be
yours.
Ray was sitting at his wifes feet and
resting his head on her lap as they sat
by window in the large family room
watching the stars appear, one by one,
in the clear blue sky.
He sprang to his feet.
"a song, Lima, a song! / can not
sleep until after / have heard you
sing"
Ray stopped and lifted the little
form in his arms, pressing her close to
his bosom, and carried her to the pi-
ano.
The sweet, pathetic strains rose and
rang through the whole mansion, ech-
DING through the halls and corridors,
and then passing out Of the open win
dows, where it tioated on and on, on
the sweet perfumed air, until it was
finally lost in space. How happy they
were as they sang there, in the gather
ing twilight, with no visible ripple on
the broad. smooth waters of life
But there was a ripple, not vet visi-
BILE to them, but it was day by day
gathering force, and would soon be
one mighty wave. That ripple, that
great wave in their lives, IS caused by
that long gathering cloud.
One bright moonlight evening, about
H., l. j
the mansion, they were walking in the
park. Ray was supporting Lenora with
one arm and carrying her guitar with
the other
How lovely it is, tonight, Ray, and
how beautiful the park and lake look,
bathed as they are in the mellow moon
light. Can't we have a row on the lake,
dear? 1t will be so grand, and right
here is the boat house"
All right, you little Hecate. I will
row across, if you like, for one Of your
songs"
"Hal hal Ray, you are certainly
very generous, and shall get the best
of the bargain. My song won't be
anything, while to have you row me
will be perfectly grand"
laughing, happy couple left the little
lakes OF the park and glided out upon
the dark, deep waters of the main
lake
The air was balmy as of southern
cline, and the lake was perfectly
smooth. The little boat was allowed
to drift; in one end sat the radiant
Lenora, while opposite sat her smiling
happy husband.
As the boat drifted out, leaving be-
hind it a fine, silver thread in the
moonlight, Lenora's soft, dimpled
fingers picked the strings of her guitar
and her sweet. gentle voice rose IL g
song that her husband loved to ear,
and the music, so pathetic. so sweet.
vas waited over the still, bright waters
by the gentle breeZes.
Those strains, as they were carried
over the quivering sheet of silver by
perfumed Zephyrs, reached the ear of
an enyious, jealous woman.
As the little boat drifted on and on,
and the music became fainter and
fainter, two great, dark eyes that had
been watching every movement of the
happy couple since they first entered
the park, now grew larger and darker
rs she still watched them IN the dis
lance and heard the echoing sounds of
the floating music
This anxious listener was Jeanette
Nathan, and as she lay there on the
bright green grass, with the moon
shining brightly upon her lovely form,
draped in the heavy folds of a rich
white dress, she made very pretty
picture.
Suddenly she sprang to her feet and
stood erect, her great, large black
eyes looked like balls of fire. while to
TO her heart she tightly pressed her
white, trembling hands.
"Oh, God of heaven How can / en-
dure this misery any longerl 1t is kill
ing met is eating the very heart out
OF my body to see her with him all the
time, and so happy.
She has stolen all from me: she has
taken away from me my heart idol,
and through her I have lost my hope
of heaven. Oh, Cod oh. my heart
See how happy she is, and Ray, too.
while l-ah i am the most miserable
creature on the face of the earth. Ray
loved me once, l know he did-ves. he
always loved me until she came with
her deceptive smile and stole him
from me. And he-ah, what of him
lie IS to blame, too. He ought to have
been more sensible than to have been
dipped by such an artful and wicked
thing. IN, [ am sad and lonely enough.
indeed; no one cares for me. no one
even thinks of me any more. l am now
cast Off as an old and shabby garment
Is, whereas | once reigned queen, and
along these very walks Ray and | have
spent hours of heavenly bliss. Oh. how
can | live and see her happy and with
him from day to day
The sight of it all will blind my ewes
and scorch my heart No. cannot en-
dure the bitterness of it anv longer.
Aunt Marguerite goes to England,
TO be gone year, and in a short time
that cursed woman that | SO much hate
will be a mother.
YES, and when Aunt Marguerite re-
turns the Bristol mansion c1oU J., Il