Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-10-29
DARK DAYS.
BY uCGu CONWAY.
CHAPTER y. CONTINUED.

deeMing that the one loved was lost 10 me
foreverl What matters the things which
have filed those months. and made them
the most painful Of my life? To-day We are
man and wife, joined together till death us
do part!
Isaid no word "a to the result Of my in
quries in Liverpool. had no difficulty In
persuading Philippe, who IN some things
was as simple and trusting rs a child, that
it was necessary, or at least advisable. she
should be married under the name which
her first certificate of marriage affected to
best0w upon her. She signed her name for
the last, ii may. for aught know. have also
been the first time, as Phiiippa Fcrrand:
and noticed that she shuddered as she
formed the letters.
Although my Driae was by birth half q
Spaniard, and although had by now in
many ways conformed to the Spanish mode
OF life, we were still English enough TO look
upon going away somewhere for honey
moon As indispensable. 1t would BE- but a
short trip; and as my mother in our absence
would be left at Seville alone. or with SER
wants only, we did not care 10 20 very far
away. IT so happened that. although so
| close 10 Cadiz, we had not yc, NAH, tina, town
a visit. and thought the present capital op-
portunity for so doing.
To Cadiz We went and stayed several
days at the Hotel de Paris. We liked the
white-walled town. rising and shining above
the dark-blue sea, like as have somewhere
seen 1t described, white pearl in crown
Of sapphires; or, as the Gaditanos call it.
fdzitd dc plata. q silver cup. We liked the
| rows Of tall terracc-topped houses We liked
the movement and hustle Oh the quayS and
| IN the port. We liked the walks On the
broad granite ramparts, and the lovely view
| OF the busy bay and country beyond it; but
all the same we agreed that Cadiz bore no
comparison to our beautiful Seville. and the
sooner we returned TO that gay city the bet
ter.
| Now that had gained my desire. was
happy? After all that had passed. could |
have been happy during those early days Of
our welded life: As look back upon them
l sit and muse. trying in vain 10 answer the
questions to my own satisfaction. Philip
, pa loved me-she was my wife; come good,
come evil, she was mine forever. In so
much was happy, thrice happy. Could
have lived but for the present, my bliss
would have known no alloy.
But there was the past! I could rot al
together forget the path whic! had led to
such happiness as now was mine. l could
be thankful that alone knew all the hor-
rors and dangers with which that patl, was
studded. ! alone knew the secret of that
one night. Although could keep it forever,
would 1t be always secret
Yes, and there was the future. Behind
the happiness which was mine a. present
lurked dread rs to what the future had in
store for me-fOr l,s. twas dread which
day by day grew stronger. The greater m,
happiness the more dreadful the thought
Of its being wrecked. The feeling tina, my
house of Joy was built upon sand was al
ways Obtruding OH my most bissful hours,
and not knew. without good reasons
Philippa's very avoidance Of speaking OF
her past life lent some justification to my
gloomy forebodings. Not once did Sir Mer.
vyn Ferrand's name pass between my wife
and me. Not once did she ask me for any
further particulars concerning the events OF
that night upon which, in the height of her
,hort-lived mania, she reached my cottage.
True that upon becoming my wife, and be-
ginning new and happier stage of life. il
might be but natural for her to wish to con
sign to oblivion the wrong. the SHAME the
suffering wrought by a villains craft: yet
was so mixed up In the catastrophe that 81.
lence on the subject seemed strange. Her
reticence alarmed me. fanced it must be
caused by some vague uneasiness connected
with that night-some doubt which she
dared not seek to set at rest. II Is. l know
, not unusual for women. after their recover.
from that mysterious disease which had fol
awhile driven my poor girl distraught, to bt
able to recall and accurately describe Tho
decisions which had afflicted them during
those wandering hours. | myself had il
I ono or two cases noticed this popularity
and the authorities which had studied dur
!. ing Philippa's illness mention it as an in
disputable fact. Ny great dread was tina
) ct some moment, perhaps when our happi
ness was as perfect as it could be, SOM
simple chance, some allusiOn to certain
events even the bare mention Of name
! might supply the missing link, and the fear
e,L truth would be revealed to my wife.
Our return journey to Seville was made
BY water. Although the GuadalQuiver il
not very interesting river, we though
Q travelling BY steamer would be pleasan
, change from the Journeys In the hot. stufFy
sl0w trains, full from end to end with tn
sdor Of garlic and tobacco; 50 early on
) morning we left Cadiz, and we're soon steam
ing up the sluggish. dull. turbid river, will
The great nat stretches of swampy land ol
either hand.
There were not many passengers Oh boar'
, the steamer. The boat itself was wretch
ed affair. and before all hour was over VI
wished we had chosen the train rs a mod
, Of transit Mile aftermile OF the level de
serted land through which the river flow
passed by, and presented no objects Of IN
, serest 3 ater than herds of cattle or flight
. Of aquatic birds. Save that Philippe wa
by my side, il was the dullcst journey eve
4 made.
OF course there were English tourists ol
!, board: no spot is complete without them
. Two Of them, young men, and apparently
gentlemen, had seated themselves near us
and after the usual admirng glances at IN,
. beautiful Philippe, commenced desnltor
talk with each other.
: From the unrestraned way in which the
d spoke, and from the strength OF some o
!, their unfavorable comments on the scenery
:, or lack Of scenery, 1t was clear that the
look us for natives, before whom thes serl
speak without being understood. Philips
Of course, looked thorough Spaniard. An
my own facA had become SO tanned by tn
. sun that might have been of amy nation
u Atty.
{ The young fellows chatted on quite q