The morning call., 1891-12-06

been hitherto her everyday necessities; her
happiness had been bound up in them. She
made all the arrangements; decided for
both rs to their future mode of living; and
Karl. after the first resistance, let her do as
she pleased She found suite of rooms at
modest rent, end fixed the day of their
taking possession.
All these multifarious occupations left
her little time to spend with her husband.
He, nearly recovered now, consented TO see
some of his friends, but all the spirit had
gone out of him; this man. who had
formerly been so light hearted, stirring, and
gay and active, seemed plunged in a sort of
painful Stupor. One eye was entirely lost ::
but, contrary to all expectations, the other
eye re aimed feeble amount OF its seeing
power. Karl could distinguish the general
outline of object, in his immediate vicinity
He could 20 about by himself from one
room to another, but this piece of unhOped
Tor good fortune did not seem tn cheer him
much; so long as he found it impossible to
write, everything else was matter of per-
feet Indifference to him.
Often he would remain for hours together
scarcely budging, refusing admittance to
every body. asking only to be left alone in
his silent Isolation. He was irving to re-
cover his old powers-seeking ideas for a
story, striving to depict scene of his novel,
but all his efforts we're without result, tie
stupor had chained his brain as well as his
body, and he could find nothing-nothing
ilC EfEll was IOuuL dDOub HIN, SAD anu
dark, without hope for the morrow, and
while he mourned his loss as an author, his
heart as man was frozen by the Madden
ing, gentle coldness of his wife. Their in
innate relationship was becoming almost
embarrassing: he no longer knew what to
say 10 her. Quite shocked. he asked him.
self how they had arrived at such a point
but he could find no s0luti to the mys-
ttrv. The future frightened him with the
tormenting dread OF a nightmare.
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Bows were Installed on the fourth story of a
large house on the Quai de Ia Tournelle
The house was cold and old with a wide
staircase and vast, nigh rooms, whose cell
iDgs were upheld by enormous joists. Red
tiles replaced the glancing waxed floors they
were accustomed to, and on the whole it
was not very accommodating, but at least
there was room for their books, which was
very essential, and the rent was low, which
was even more essential still.
Great caiastrOphes have their smaller
sides. Everyday cares deduct in some
measure from heroic misfortune and pre-
vent the victims from losing themselves alto
getner in The contemplation of their own
troubles; happy for US that it is so. Jeanne,
obliged TO plan and calculate to exert her
self. indeed, TO the utmost, was too tired
when she could claim a moments repose to
realize fully all the change that had come
into her lie; but when all was finished, and
their future ranged in all its undoubted
nouotohy' WHeh thlS Wedued PAIR settled
down to an unending mpanionship, what
should have constituted the supreme hap
piness of this woman became an insupport-
able torment.
One day their solitude was broken in upon
by friend, the society dame under whose
auspices Jeanne had maze her debut in the
Partisan world. Her daughter was going to
be married, and she was giving a grand
party on the occasion of the signing of the
contract. She insisted on having Jeanne at
this great function. THE uoor child was
killing herself" She believed in coniugal
devotion, but one might have too much of
that sort of thing. A pretty benefit she was
doing her husband by killing herself, all
through taking too much care of him. Karl
prayed Jeanne TO accept the invitation.
g He was very we'll nov, and she required
some recreation" She fanced he showed a
kind of satisfaction in the thought of passing
whole evening without her company-one