The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1891-04-23

days than before. The lines of herface
had deepened in signif cance; there was
q new look in her eye. He had spoken.
to her of her husband once or twice. Z
but she seemed to avoid the topic.
"Poor little savage, I'm afraid she IS
not very happy, after all. "hethought.
He was surprised when she said, one
day, with her usual abruptness:
MARINE had come back"
Leicester had learned to hold his
peace. But week later, his kindly
heart prompting him, "what is the
trouble, Touiella?" he said, II know
something is wrong by your face. I
To his astonishment she began to
laugh.
"There's always been trouble" she
cried harshly. "You think Marine
loves me?" Her eyes flashed. 'tHe
loves a dozen others!"
"You are rediculously jealous, my
poor little Touiella. I'm afraid that
is the troube.'
She shrugged her shoulders. eve
shall see" She began to laugh again.
Her little white teeth cleaned under
her raised upper lip.
"Don't commit any folly, Touiella, +"
warned Leicester, as he rose to 60
away.
She was on his mind after that. His
servant, Cola, knew all the gossip OF
the alley. "Touiella is jealous. Has
she any reason?" asked leicester.
CHIP Cola threw out his hands
expressivelv, and laughed. "Who
knows? With Marine it is always first
one and then the other. They do say
just now it is a big girl with yellow
hair from Trieste. Perhaps Marine
met her there? Anyway, she is in
Venice now. Would the padrone like
to know more?" -.
"No," said Leicester, impatiently.
His days in Venice were numbered
now, and he was putting up his traps,
packing pictures, making his tarewells,
with a pang of regret for these dull,
beautiful, studious months now pass
ed and gone. He had led solitary
life he had worked hard, and had no
pleasure, and yet there was sadness in
this parting. .... f..
The studio began to look painfully
bare. He was bending over his boxes
the last night, with the flame of a
little lamp trembling in the breeze
from the open window, when, without
warning the door opened.
'"Touiella" cried Leicester. Her
usual pallor was livid, a braid of her
heavy hair had fallen from it's fasten-
ing and hung over her shoulder. She
moved softly, and closed the door care
fully. Without moving a muscle OF
h. 70 40 oh T oiooo+o,, nd
said: 81 have killed her,
Leicester's blood froze in his veins.
She nodded with the same calmness.
eyes. She was a big thing with vel
low hair. She followed him. I knew
it. They all do. They are crazy for
him, and he loves them all-frst one
and then the other.'' She shrugged
her shoulders. ''What will you? He
is that way. I have known him al
ways. But it was timeit should stop,
SO killed her" '..-.:.--' II
Leicester seized her arm and shook
her. '>
"Touiella! Come to your senses! Are
you mad? Did any one see your
II don't know" she said, DULY.
Leicester, headed, rushed out,
and down the echoing stone stairs.
It was true enough, Touiella had
followed the girl from Trieste, watched
her, sprung at last upon her like a
cat.
Marine, desperately, kept repeating:
"She was mad! Don't you see, she
was mad! Her jealousy turned her
brain!"
Whether or not Touiella had been
mad when she did the deed, there was
no doubt of her madness now. They
tied her hands, and they led her away.
Marine, white and haggard looked
at Leicester
"she did me an injustice, signore!
always loved her. l loved Touiella. u
| Perhaps he did,.
Leicester left Venice the next day
The setting sun spangled the lagoon
A girl passed with beads about her
throat. Leicester thought OF Touiel!a,
"Poor little savage!'