St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-03-03
a womap, as ] would a man, but not

a womap, as ] would a man, but not
such as you"
Whatever you may have given, you
owed to my wife,"
~ owed hern
Eyes, for taking from her what was
hers by right"
Shall let this brute go on speaking
to her2" said Stephen to himself, hold
ing the edge of the seat tightly in each
hand.
And now that she is i'll and in want,
You in your prosperity grudge little
help to her and her hungry children"
II have lowered myself by listening
to you thus far" said Millicent, Tin Or
der to see if you would not in time say
what expected of you what | waited
answer you fully, this once, and never
speak with you again. | feel that you
can not have lived your life without
some ones having called you liar and
coward, or without your knowing that
many had right to do SO; therefore
will not pause to add my testimony to
theirs. When your first letter came last
year, addressed to my husband, to wait
an answer he was away from home.
To save time, L, contrary to my incliiia-
ton, opened your appeal IL contained
a manly reference to your wife, and my
husbands regard for her in past years,
and cringing demand for money for
her and your children, If not for you,
and it ended with suggestion as to
the possible unpleasant consequences
to his domestic happiness II the sub
ject OF your letter became known to me.
Every detail of the story, as far as 1T
concerned himself, my husband had
long since told me, and no mud thrown
by you could shake my trust.
You lie when you say that l took
from your wife what was hers by right.
My husband once loved her with all his
heart and soul, and she made him suffer
bitterly. But he had loved her, as L
say, and for his sake | consented Gf the
miserable story should never reach his
ears to give him further PAIN to help
the woman who had repaid his love with
betrayal, his confidence with treachery,
but who had been dear to him before he
gave to me what L took from no one
else. You lie again when yeu speak of
her present suffering and the wants OF
her children-silenceW as the man at
tempted to speak. "Do you think in
dealing with one like you L
statements! OF the two children that
lived with you and that you call hers,
only one was your wife's. and has been
dead six months, you cur! And your
wretched wife flung from her my hus-
band's love and trust, not for the love
of another man, but for life with you.
who dragged her to the mire in which
she died nearly month ago! Nearly
week since | had proof of all | am say
ing, and my only reason for consenting
to see you again, as you asked. was to
tell you of this, and also to warn you
that if you ever communicate with or
modest me or my husband in any way,
| have means to make that your last
public performance for d considerable
time"
AS she said the last words. Millicent
rose. walking straight up to and getting
into the train that had just run into the
station. The man she had been speak,
ing with sat still while she moved away,
but as she opened the carriage door he
started up with an oath, as if to follow
her. Stephen Mostyn's umbrella be-
coming unfortunately mingled with the
SWearpr'S legs, he was precipitated pain
fully on to the platform as the train left
the station. and Stephen bounded up
the steps to the surface of the earth.
Mrs. Mostyn had dressed for dinner
that evening, and was sitting by the fire
when her husband came i'll.
"Well, Stephen, when you do follow
my advice you do it generously, ! must
say. Have you been out ever since /
saw you laSt?'
VERY nearly"
"And walking, or in the underground,
or on the top of bus?"
ga little Of all three and the club to
finish with"
"Well, and have you found your
plot?'
Eyes, but I can't write it now, so am
not much better off than BEFORE"
Good gracious! why?"
Because" said Stephen, bending
and kissing her eyes, "the story is so
pretty that have no words in which to
tell 1t; no character that | have hith-
erto conceived is good enough to play
partin it; no incident that have known
or imagined but seems poor and tedious
beside it,
"Then it is very good?"
"PerfectP'
"And is 1t real or ideal?"
"Both."
U\Vnn't Won toll IL to me?',