The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1890-07-31
Arthur Haslitt was not so easily won


pending when she first met Arthur Has
lit. She had then and there deter
mined that so soon as she was free she
| would marcy him. She had never loved
any one in all her cold, selfish life; but
she loved him. When he married Bea-
trice Rowland it had been blow which
she had sworn to herself nothing would
ever make her forget or forgive. She
| would separate them-she would force
him TO- love her! Women there are. as
| INSCRIPTIONS as this, and we meet them
every day.. They wear smiling face,
and who suspects them?
Mrs. Estes was going to the ball
| that night. Her maid dressed her as
carefully as usual She wore jewels in
her hair. Her eyes were clear, her
color lovely. There was no prettier
| woman present
One mans gaze watched her care
fully, ceaselessly. as she moved about
the rooms. He did not approach her
yet; he bided his time, and toward the
close Of the night it came.
Mrs. Estes looked up to see a tall,
grave man standing before her. For an
instant the lovely color fluctuated.
Frank Gordon! My dear cousin,
you here? The world thought you in
| Patagonia, or heaven knows where!'
81 have returned, VIII you not give
me little of your society?"
He stood waiting. Laura passed her
hand under his arm. Beyond the sup
per-room was small conservatory; he
led her directly there. She faced him
with steady smile.
Dear me! how dramatic you look!"
she half sneered.
| Gordon paid no heed. He was still
very young man; but there were those
lines in his face that come only from
suffering.
six months ago." he began. II met
in South Africa a friend of-Arthur
Haslitt. From him I heard of his sepa-
ration from his wife. The case was I'M
derstood to be discovery on Haslitt's
part that his wife had married him for
money. Magnificent fellow as Haslitt
was, no one was surprised, for that one
sensitive point of his, amounting al
most to q mania, was we'll known. On
| returning home month ago, it became
necessary for me to look over a chest of
old papers had left behind on going
to South America. Among them was
little bundle OF letters very precious to
me. There were only three or four
short notes and ono letter, to be more
accurate. That one letter was gomez
Yes, Laura Estes nerves were iron;
but this was too unexpected. Her cous-
in looked into the haggard face and
read the confirmation of his suspicion
there.
And you,"; he went on-'you took It!
No one, they told me, had access to the
house but you. And you sent it to Ar
thur Haslitt. The remem brance flashed
upon me that his friend down there in
South America had said something
about letter. 1t was clever plan
Laura-you always were clever"
He turned and left her crouching,
tierce-eyed creature, the delicate touch
of rouge on her lips looking CHASTITY in
contrast with her livid cheeks.
''Mr. Haslitt has just returned from
Europe. He sees no one," said the
clerk, except on very particular bust
ness"
This is particular business"
A few moments later Gordon was
ushered into Arthur Haslitt's presence.
He knew him by sight, though the
knowledge was not mutual. Could two
years have made the change in him he
saw? Why not? What had the last
three years been to himself?
my name is Gordon" said the
younger man. Il am cousin of Mrs.
Estes"
Haslitt bowed.
Frank Gordon" amended the other.
A fash of light went over Arthur Has
lifts face.
"Then think we can have nothing
much to say to each other."&
, Stay! We have. Much! You re-
ceived letter once addressed to me. 1t
, is but right you should see this one as
| we'll. 1t has never left me for TIRES
, years. 1t was written, observe, after
' the first"
, The second letter lay before Arthur
Haslitt's eyes-the second letter in his
wife's handwriting addressed to the
t same man. For an instant there was a
3 savage impulse upon him to spurn it,
( to tread it under foot Then sanity,
. some measure of common sense, tri.
umphed. He raised the letter with a
hand that shook.
DEAR FRANK: We have been good friends
ever since we we're children, and so must say
word to you now. You have been foolish
> enough to think that you cared for me in o l.
r | other way; but you will feel differently some
= day, and meantime. while can never love you
, as you mean, shall always care for you as my
| dearest friend. 1wrote you o letter not so long
' ago when you first asked me to marry you. Dc
you remember? In it told you 1 would never
) marry any but rich husband. was so weary
Of being poor. Now have something very differ
: ent to say and say it that you may know that
it Is not poverty that kept me from loving you
| This man, whom first thought of marrying
8 only for money-this man, Frank, Ihave come sc
to love that now should he ask me to follow him
barefoot from door to door through the world,
!, would go, and think myself happier than any
queen.
: Il do not say this to hurt you, poor boy; but
l that you may do me little justice in spite Of
/ the awful criminal folly of my past words.
"BEATRICE."
"That you may do me little Justice y
The paper foated from Arthur Has
lifts hand to the floor.
: A bare little house on the outskirts d
l., a suburban village, and woman en-
t orolderlng oy the faltlng light.
It The light grows more and more din
u before the night shadows and by and BY
s the tired eyes turn away and the hands
/ drop listlessly in the lap.
8 oh. the weary years that stretch be.
n fore!
n Beatrice Haslitt lays her head back
n and between the half-closed lids some
thing burns that can not drop. =
There is snap of closing gate, {
}, step on the walk, hand on the door, L
# is half-open. Some one enters. Beat
It rice for the first time looks up.
IS beatrice! My wife! Forgivev'-Chi
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