Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1891-01-31

mind. He would battle himself in her
presence as in flood of cleansing water, n
second baptism. Her smile her truthful
ness, the music of her voice would be a
heaven in which he might bask and rest,
and forget his fraud yes, even his blood
outlines.
Tie turns the handle of the door quietly,
gradually, and enters. A delicate scent,
as irom the folds OF silken garments
strikes his senses. But he does not he,@
a single rustic from his uncle's bed. The
old man sleeps souudly indeed
Then he draws up the slide Of his
lantern
So violently. with such trembling aeita-
ton does he close il again, the instant
after, that the whole thing falls clatter-
ing TO the ground and Paul turns and
PUSHES through the room.
What has he seen to overcome him so?
woman, tall and supple as a Greek,
stern-eyed as CiytamneStra and twenty
times as fair. with black hair and marble
arms. eyes of fringed violet, bosom of
ivory how often had he dotted on hem!
How often had he felt his heart swell with
pity, with admiration. with unspcakabls
love, as the soft voice TREMENDOUSLY remon-
stratcd with him
I'VE must be patient, Paul
And now this saint Of has Si;. this vir-
gin flower of woman, this one Nho is to be
the ssat and salve 10 his sad, wounded out
ragged, gebellous heart there She stands
her right hand under the pillow OF the I'M
conscious sleeper, her lett arm 10 strike
down ii he awake
Paul passed steathily into the garden
llta mil I, & Irn
parterre, fercely tramplmg the flow
ers and borders. cursing meanwhile, in
his heart. with bitter rage and eXecrati0n,
the angel, torsooth, who was thief and
murderess.
Then he laughed a wild, trembling
laugh, such as only grief that borders on
frenzy finds utteranee.
That night, as he sat till dawn under the
moaning poplars and over and over again
repeated to his mind the hideous incident
that he half believed to be Il dream. love
turned to hate. as fuel to ashes, as a flow or
to blood-red poison.
1t was for love of me- he murmured,
'for love of me-ah that is the blow that
cuts the deepest; for why? That love Of
hers is loaJhsome TO me.
THAT was forty years ago, said Miss
Perry. and it seems only yesterday.
She looked from the gay area of the cast
no at Narragansett out over the blue,
dimpling sea, where yacht was Just com
ing to anchor.
The wrinked old general, who directed
the taste of the wealthy New York spin.
ster in the Citing Of her large art galary,
wiped tear from his glass eye 1t was
telling gesture, though tho tear was not a
tear Of scnslbility.
But how did you find out that it was
hep he inquired softly.
Hand me that fun and | will tell you.
had come down stairs, hearing a lis
and thinking Of burglars was brav in
those days, and seized a heavy pair of
sciss ors, which carried dagger wise,
went to nv uncIe's room, tet under bis
pillow and was relieved 10 find his bag
OF diamonds safe Then there was mo-
mentary fash Of Eight, tho CHATTER of q
la&tern dropped in darkness, and the
sound of receding footsteps | never saw
Paul again to this day The lantern was
identified as his felt relieved at his
flight at the moment. But, general, YOU
and are old people, and for my part
can love only once, az you must not
>peak to me again as you have done today
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