Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1890-06-07


"Neveri" The marquis pushed the en-
velope far from him. Ii fell to the floor and
lay upon the carpet.
ut is done, sirl Could you, perhaps,
have raised the amount today II the
jeweler were not at once pacified then to-
morrow ! should he the laughing stock Of
the worl3 Besides, it was not hard to part
with the jewels; they were mostly presents
from you"
Enough, enough, madame" said the
marquis, again recovering his self posses
SION. II must pass all this in silence, be
Cause have been wrong and you are right
But ore thing must be said: You are not
quite innocent of my downfalln'
The marchioness opened her eyes wide
She looked as if she heard something in
credible
Look back, if you please, over the twelve
years of our married lifel What Offering
have you brought to cur common welfaret
What have you done to make the hearth
stone attractive to me? Have you ever shown
me spark of feeling? From childhood ac
customed to live in admiration, did you
know any other object in life than to be adj.
mired by all the world, and by me most OF
nlly And in truth, madam, you are worthy
Nature has lavishly bestowed upon you all
that makes II woman beautiful and at
tractive; only-no hearth But it is just
that which will hold mans love for his
wife, just that which every man looks for
in his wife, and which have not found
am man with manlike weaknesses, de
sires and needs. One day awoke with
the thirst for love-the longing for hand
that might dare caress without touching
a glace glove-the demand for lips that
would answer my kiss"
And you found it, sir, in-that dancerY
"Yes, madame"
A slight pause. The roses on the cheeks
Of the marchioness aFe visibly paling, but
her manner is unchanged in its proud self
consciousness.
SIR she said, in measured tones, 81
see that | have no right to complain
From this time you have only one plaintiff
ard one judge your conscience and your
daughter"
Midnight. In the deep stiffness no sound
except the short painful breathing of the
sick child
The lamp behind the japanese shad,
sheds q soft light in the spacious room
w
ing to the floor, is in shadow,
On the white lace trimmed pillow rests
the dark curly little head, over which in
mother is bonding The marchioncss is
watching over her little daughters fever
ish slumbar
From time to time she glances ut the
watch set with diamonds on the table The
iyts ,t A Il
flush is on the childish cheek; how uncon
sciously she lies there, with half closed
eyes, only moving her head uneasly on the
pillow.
The door opens softly The marquis,en.
tircly dressed, enters the rooE The beau
tiful woman at the bedside in long, white
night dress noiselessly leaves her place to
withdraw to the window She bestows
upon the newcomer neither word nor look
The marquis hurries to the bed.
"Marie-angc!o mioI' he whispers, while
he presses the childs burning hand to his
brow
She opens Der eyes and recognizes him.
''Dabbino caro!-You9" she brcathcs, the
CLEAN of a smile passing over the mouth
drawing it's difficult breath.
Are you staying with me? Mamma is
away-at the ball-Ah she is the most
beautiful OF them al, is she not, Babbino?"
The white figure at the window moves
slightly.
marie mia--dnrling! See, mamma is
herel She is not going away; never, never
again will she leave you clone"
Doubtfully the child's unnaturally brill
liant eyes fasten themselves upon her
Then she turns to the place where her
father is standing. He is gazing agitatedly
upon the expressive, beloved features. 1t
seems to him that u change is taking place
in the face.
"The crisis!" lie murmurs after a little
time, aud, taking the small hand with its
rapid pulse, ne falls upon his knees
On the other side of the bed the mar.
chioncss is sitting She also does not move
her eyes from the child. Both hearts are
beating wildly with anxiety and suspense.
Their faces are pale, strained His is faded,
torn with grief. And so intensely
are the thoughts OF both bent upon the one
object that neither is conscious of the pres.
cncc of the other
One half hour follows upon another
Several times the mother has filed the sill
yer spoon with medicines and given it to the
child, the father laying his arm under the
pillow to lit the child's head.
They exchange no words, Go not look at
each other.
At last the night nas wSEn away. A
dull streak of dawn falls through the cur
tans upon the bed, where Marie is softly
sleeping Gtlast, the sweet little face IS white
as the pillow, the eyelids closed, the breath
lighter and more regular and the hand
still in her fathers.
The marquis rises. Softly he lays the
waxy pale little hand on the spread, and,
rs ho looks up, meets the large, anxious,
questioning eyes of the marchiopess.
'She is savedn' he says with Il full heart,
The beautiful wife noiselessly sinks upon
Il e bed aud buries her face in her hands.
Silently the marquis looks down at her;
in his careworn face Il great struggle liz
visible
"Adelinam
a violent trembling passes over her
limbs; slowly, almost unwillingly, she lifts
her eyes to him They are shining through
tears-like his.
Another light, brief struggle in the re-
morseful, heartsOre breast of the man
then he goes and lifts his wife
"Adclina, forgive"
Two great teifs roll over her cheeks;
suddenly she bows her head on his breast
81 cannot-I cannot help itr' comes from
her lips, 'for-I have heart. Oh, Ernesto,
forgive me, tool"-Translatet' Nn the
French of Anton Andrea.
A Boiling Lake.
There is lake of boiling wat in the
island of Dominica, lying in the n euntains
behind Roseau, and in the val tys sur
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canic sulphur vents. In fact the boiling