St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-05-04

hoor and lay upon the carpet.
1T is done. sir. Could you. perhaps,
have raised the amount to-day? If the
jeweler were not at-once pacified, then
tomorrow l should be the laughing
stock of the world. n Besides, 1t
was not hard to part with the jewels;
they were mostly presents from YOU"
Enough, enough, madam" SAID the
marquis, again recovering his self pos
session. Il must pass all this in
silence, because have been wrong and
you are right. But one thing must be
said: You are not quite innocent OF my
DOWNFALL"
Inc marchioness opened her eyes
wide. She looked as if she heard some
thing incredible.
Look back, if you please, over the
twelve years Of our married lifei WHAT
Offering have you brought to our COM
mon welfare? What have you done TO
make the hearthStone attractive to me?
Have YOU ever shown NE spark OF
feeling? From childhood accustomed
10 live in admiration, did you know any
other object in life than to be admired
by all the world and by me most of all!
And, in truth, madam, you are worthy
OF admiration. "a bOw-an ir1nlcal
SMILEY Nature has laviShly bestowed
upon you all that makes a woman beau
tiful and attractive: only--no heart!
But it is just that which will
hold mans love for his wife, just that
which every man looks for i'll his wife.
and which | have not found. L
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
frlo crln l1e dam nd for
lips that would answer my KISS.
And you found it, sir, in-that
daneer?" IL
Yes. madam" 80
A Slight pause. The roses on the
cheeks of the marchiOness are visibly
paling. but her manner is unchanged IN
its proud self consciousness.
Sir she said, III measured tones,
~ see that have no right to complain.
From this time you have Only one
plaintiff and one judge-your conscience
and your daughter"
Midnight. In the deep stiffness no
sound except the short, painful breath
ing of the sick child.
The lamp behind the japanese shade
sheds soft light in the spacious room,
while the bed. with its silken covering
lullllIS w JlJS uOOis 10 III OlIdNiOWs
On the white lace trimmed pillow
rests the dark curly little head, over
which in gnaWing anxiety the beautiful
face of the mother is bending. The
marchioness is watching over her little
daughters feverish slumber.
From time to time she chances at the
watcn set with diamonds on the table.
The crisis may come at any moment
A hectic flush is on the childish cheek;
how uncOnscouSly she lies there, with
half closed eyes, only moving her head
uneasily on the pillow.
The door opens softly. The marquis,
entirely dressed. enters the room. The
beautiful woman at the bedside in a
long, white night dress noiseleSSly
leaves her place to withdraw to the
window. She beSt0WS upon the new
conner neither word nor look.
The marquis hurrieS to his bed.
Marie angelo mio!" he whispers,
while he presses the child's burning
hand to his brow.
She opens her eyes and recognizes
him.
''Babbino caro- !-You?" she breathes,
the CLEAN of smile passing over the
mouth drawing its difficult breath.
Are you staying with me? Mamma
most beautiful of them ali, is she not,
babbinO?'
The white figure al the window moves
slightly.
maria mia-darling! See, mamma
is here! She is not going away; never,
never again will she leave you alone.o
Doubtfully the child's unnaturally
brilliant 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 q change
is taking place in the face.
The criSiS!' he murmurS after lit
tie time, and taking the small hand,
with its rapid pulse, he falls upon his
knees.
On the other side of the bed the
i warehouses 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 Oh
ject that neither is conscious Of the
presence of the other.
| One half hour follows upon another
| Several times the mother has filled the
silver spoon with medicine and given it
10 the child. the father laying his arm
| under the pillow to lift the child's head
They exchange no words, do not look
at each other.
At last the night has worn away. A
dull streak of dawn falls through the
curtains upon the bed, where Marie is
softly sleeping at last, the sweet little
face as 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, as he looks up, meets the large,
anxious, questioning eyes Of the mar
chioneSS.
''She is saved" he says with full
heart. 81.
The beautiful wife noislessly sinks
| upon the bed and buIieS her face in her
i hands.
Silently the marquis looks down at
her; in his careworn face great strug-
gle is visible.
"Adelinai"
A violent trembling passes over her
| limbs; slowly, almost unwillingly, she
lifts her eyes TO him. They are shining
| through tears-likt his.
Another light, brief struggle in the
remorseful, heartsore breast Of the man
then he goes and lifts his wife.
"Adelina, forgive!"
Two great tears roll over her cheeks;
suddenly she bows her head Oh his
breast.
81 cannot cannot help It'll" comes
| from her lips, ''for-I have heart. Oh,
Ernesto. forgive me. tooH'-From the
| French of Anton Andrea.
GAVE THEM A THOROUGH
| TRIAL.
Hon. f. A. Moore. Member of AS
sembIy, Richmond County, N. Y,
writes:
ASSEMBLY CHAMBER,
ALBANY, \. Y, April II. 1887.
! 81 have two Affections which some