The enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 188?-1899, 1890-12-17

AN MN "ANAhCn
rying the things in from the door when
o policeman drove up in Eugene's
wagon, but without Eugene.
Mrs. Bregy's heart gave bound, but
she managed to cry out: "What Is the
matter? What has happened to my
SOM"
Don't get excited, nam. He is not
locked up, but he met with a slight &C
cident and Is lying over at the Roose-
volt hospital, and II you will 90 with
me will drive you to him"
"of course I will go with you'll" said
the now thoroughly excited woman.
"Just wait while close the store"
The policeman happened to be very
kindly sort Of man, SO he helped her TO
carry in the boxes and roll tho barrels
from the doorway. Then he sat In the
wagon while she put on her bonnet, and
in few moments they were going
downtown at a rattling pace.
On the way the policeman told Mrs.
Bregy that her son met with tho acci-
dent in crossing the entrance TO Central
Park. Tho horses attached TO . lady's
carriage had taken fright just as they
emerged from the park and had run
into Eugene's wagon, which was upset.
together with the lady's vehicle. The
lady had miraculouSly escaped without
injury, but Eugene had been taken in
an ambulance TO the hospital Had his
wagon been loaded, the policeman said.
1t would not have been upset. but Eu-
gene had delivered his goods and was
driving home.
The policeman was very chatty, and
the mothers suspense In going TO the
hospital was consequently considerably
lessened.
When she arrived there the surgeons
told her that her son could not Just
then be seen. They said his shoulder
had been dislocated and he had received
slight conclusion, but would in all
probability be about again in the course
Of couple OF weeks. At first they
seemed determined that she should not
see her son, but on hearing from a
nurse that he was sleeping quietly they
allowed the distressed woman TO take a
look at him. After that tho kind
hearted policeman drove her home and
stabbed the horse for her.
That night was terrible one for Mrs.
Bregy. 1t was only within the past few
months that her better nature had as
serted itself after lying dormant for
nearly twenty years. The buifetings
she had received from the world had
deadened the purer sentiments which
had struggled for an existence within
her breast, but now that she had found
that there was still place for her in
the world, she was lifted out OF the
mire into which she had drifted and
felt that she had something ~ live for.
Not for revonge-for such was not her
motive. She had loved and loved
truly, and her love was as true, II not
as pure, to-day as when the dignihed
Alphonse Bregy led her to the altar In
the little French church In New York.
1t was still as ardent as 1t was when he
first called her wife and took her home
10 the modest fat near 10 Washington
Park. Still she was living with an OBJ
ject
Her son had recently occupied large
part OF her heart but her husband still
retained his place. and as day followed
day the image Of the gentleman who
purchased the paper from her would rise
10 her mind, and in her dreams he was
ever present Sometimes she would
murmur in those dreams: "Alphonse,
don't you know me9" Then she would
dream that once more they were united
Eugene his fathers right hand, the
father and son bound together by the
strongest ties that can bind on this
earth, their home the pleasantest place
imaginable. nothing to trouble or vex
them, the past forgiven and forgot
ten. Then q grim vail would cover
all and dreadful nightmare follow.
and as the suns rays burst through the
blinds In the early morn she would turn