Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1890-10-23

sufferings and humiliatiOns of which I
have presentiment, I am so much afraid
of myself, that I offer you and give you
your liberty. I prefer this horrible
grief, but which is at least open and
nobel 1t is no snare that set for you,
believe mel Look at me, I seldom weep.
The dark blue Of her eyes was bathed
in tears.
I beg of you, if it is so, profit by this
moment. for. If you let 1t escape, you will
never find it again"
Eugene was little prepared for this de-
cided proposal. The idea of breaking OF
his liaison with Cora never had entered
his mind. his liaison seemed to him
very reconcil BILE with the sentiments his
wife would inspire him with.
1t was at the same time the greatest
wickedness and the perpetual danger of
his life, but it was also the excitement,
the pride, and the magnificent voluptu-
BUSINESS of it.
He shuddered.
The idea of losing the love which had
cost him SO dear exasperated him.
He cast burning glance on this beauti-
full face, refined and exalted as that of a
warning archangel.
MY life is yours" he said. How
could you have alarmed yourself, or even
thought of my feelings toward another?
I do what honor and humanity command
ms-nothing more. as tor you-I love
northumberland that"
rs it true?" she asked. 1T is truel
believe you'll"
She took his hand and gazed at him a
moment without speaking, her eyes
dimmed, her bosom palpitating; then
suddenly rising, she said:
My beloved, you know have guests!"
and saluting him with smile left the
little room.
This scene, however, left q disagreed
bic impression on the mind of Eugene
Cleveland
He thought of it impatiently the next
morning while trying horse in Central
Park-when he suddenly found himself
face to face with the ex-priVate secretary,
Oscar Slyme.
He had never seen this parsonage since
the day he had Yentured to make love to
his wife.
The park was almost deserted at this
hour. Slyme could not avoid, as he had
probably done more than once, encount-
ering Cleveland.
Seeing himself recognized he saluted
him and stopped, with an uneasy smile
on his lips.
His worn black coat and doubtful linen
showed poverty unRcknoWedged but pro-
found. Eugene did not notice these de-
ills, or his natural generosity probably
curbed the sudden indignation which took
possession of him.
He reigned in his horse sharply.
-Ah, ii is you, Slyme?" he said. you
have left Boston, then2 What are you
doing now?"
Il am looking for a situation, Mr..
Cleveland" said Slyme, humbly. who
knew his old rival too we'll not to read
clearly in the curl of his mustache the
prognostic of q storm.
And Why" said Eugene, do you not
return to your trade of locksmi You
are so skillful at It'll The most compli-
Gated locks had no secret for you"
I do not understand your meaning,
murmured Slyme.
-Ah, liar as we'll as picklock, eh?"
and throwing out these words with an
accent of whitening scorn, Eugene, strik-
ing him one sharp blow across the face
with his riding whip, TRANQUILITY passed
on at q walk.
Instantly the face of the ex-secretary
became CHASTITY white, save only for the
fiery red mark across it. A look of NOR
tai hatred came into his eyes. He gazed
after the slowly retreating form of the
horseman until bend in the road hid him
from view; then kissing out the words
You shall pay dearly for that, Eugene
Cleveland" he tn ned and hurried away.