Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1891-10-31

"why You. should 6iame mel, / an, no
worse than other women"
mo worse! no wOrse" cried.
"Shame, shame upon you thaSthns OUT
rage your ssxi Learn for once what ni.n.
think OF untaithful wives,-fOr maybe
YOU are ignorant Tho novels you have
read In your luxurious, idle hours haze
perhaps told you that infdeltY Is no sAn,.
merely q little social error easily COM.
donod, or set right by the Divorce Coust-
YosL modern books and
aud modern plays toach you se,
In them the world swcnvos upside
down, and vice looks LIKE virtTe.
But, I will tell you what. will seem
TO you q strange and wonderful thingL
| There Is no mean animal, no loathe-
some object, no horrible deiormity OF
nature so utterly ropnlsivo, to u true
man as a falthless wiiel The cowardly
murderer who lies In wait for his victim
behind some dark door, aud stabs HIN In
the back as he passes by unarmed ,-he,
say, is moro, to be psrdoned, than tho
woman who takes q husbands name,
honour, position, and reputation among
his fellows, and sheltering herself with
these, passes her beauty promiscnonsiy
about like some coarse articlb OF com
merce, that goes to the highest bidder!
Aye, let your French novels and books
Of their type say what they will-inh-
daiity 10 q crime, low. brutal crime, a.
bad II not worse than murder, and de-
serves rs stern sentenced"
A sudden spirit OF Distant insolence
possessed her. She drew herself erect.
and her level browS knitted In dark
frown.
.sScntencer' she exeiatmed imperi-
ously. How dare you Judge me?
What harm have donea II am beau
tiful, Is that my fnult3 II men are fools
can help It? You loved me-Guido
loved me-could prevent II? j cared
nothing for him, end less for you'll"
81 know IT," / said bitterly. Love
was never part Of your nature! dur
lives were bus cups Of wine for, Nour
false lips to drain; once the Favour
pleased You, but now-now, think you
not the dregs taste somewhat cold?"
She shrank at my glance,
her head dropped, and draw
Ing near projecting stone In tho wall,
she sat down upon 1t, pressing ono hand
70 her heart
'No heart, no conscience, no mcmory!"
l cried. "Gireat Heaven! that such
thing should live and call itself woman!
The lowest beast OF the field has more
com asaion for Its kind! Listen: before
Guido died he knew me, even asN1y
child, neglected by you, in her last agony
knew her father. She being innocent,
passed in peace; but he!-imagino II yon
can, the wrenching torture In which he
persisted knowing ALL How his parted
spirit must curse you'll"
She raised her hands to her head and
pushed away the light curls from her
brow. There was o starving, hunted,
almost furious look In her eyes, but she
fixed them steadily on me.
See" went on-"here are moro
proofs OF the truth Of my story. These
things were buried with me-" and !
threw into her lap as she sat before me
the locket and chain, the card case and
purse she herself had given me. "You
will no doubt recognize them. This"
ard showed her the monks crucitix,-
this was laid on my breast In the coffin.
1t may be useful TO you-you can pray
to 1t presently"
She interrupted me with o gesture OF
her hand; she spoke as though In o
dream.
"You escaped from this vault" she
said In low tone, looking from right to
left with searching eagernesa "Tell me
Observation-Disclosures"
/ laughed scornfully. guessing her
thoughts.
at matters little,"I replied. "Thc
passage / discovered Is now closed and
fast cemented. / have seen to that my
self! No other living creature left here
con escape as did. Escape Is impossi-
ble!"
A stlhed cry broke from hor; she
threw herself ut my feet, letting the
things l had given her as proofs OF my
existence fall heedessly on the door.
''Fabio! Fabio" she cried, ''save me,
pity me! Take me out to the light-the
alr-let me live! Drag me through Ma
plos,-let all the crowd see me dishon-
CURED, brand me with tho worst OF
names, make OF me common outcast,
only let me feel the warm life
throbbing In my veinsi / will do any
thing, be anything,-only let me live!
loathe the cold and darkness-the hor-
rIble horrible ways Of deathl"
She shuddered violently and chung to me
afresh. II am so young! and after all,
am so vile? There are women VINO
count their lovers by tho score, and yet
they are not blamed; why should 1sufer
more than they?"
"Why, why?" echoed iercely. "Be-
cause for once husband takes the law
into his own hands-for once
wronged man insists on justice--for
once he dares to punish the treachery
that blackens his honourl We're there
moro like me there would be less like
YOU! A score OF lovers! IT'S not your
fault that you had but ono! l have
something else to say which concerns