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

CONN ana iehneu iOMf IL, tOokiHS III VIII
o faint light OF hope as well as curiosity
In her hagSard face. I watched her In
vague wonderment--sheh had grown old
so suddenly. The peach-like bloom and
delicacy Of her-flesh had altogether dis
appeared. her. skin appeared drawn
and dry rs though larcbed In tropical
heat. Her hair was disordered, and fell
about her In, clustering showers OF geld
that. and her 0Ecs, were the only signs
Of youth about her. A sudden wave OF
passion swept over my soul.
20 wiiew l. exclaimed, -''wife that
so ardently lovs&,-wife that I would
have died fnr.indeed, had you babe mel
why did you betrsy me? thought
you truth iiself-ayc! and II you hnd
but waited for one day after you thought
mo dead. and then chosen Guido. for
your lover, l tell you. so largo was. my
tenderness. would have pardoned you'll
Though. risen from the grave, l, could
have gone, away and made no sign-yes;
II you had waited-if you had wept for
me ever So little! But when your own
lips confessed your crime,-wben
III knew that within three
months Of our marriage day you
had fooled mc.-when l learned that
my love. my namo, my position. my hon.
our. were used as mere screens to. shell
ter your intrigue with the man called
friendt-God! what creature 81 NOR
t oil hesh and blood could forgive such
Or eachery? am no more than Others
bat loved you! :. and In proportion
to my love, so is the greatness OF my
wrOng!'
She listened-she advanced little
towards me-a faint smile dawned ON
her pallid lips,-she whispered:
"Fabio! Fabio!"
looked at her,-unconsciously my
voice dropped into cadence Of intense
melancholy softened by tenderness.
"Aye,-Fablo! What wouldst thou
with the ghost Of him? Does IL not
seem strange to :hee-that hated
namep - thou, Nina, whom l
loved as few men love women,-
thou who gavest mo no love at all,-
thou, who hast broken my heart and
made me what am"
A hard, heavy sob roso in my throat
and choked my uttcrance. was young;
and the cruel waste aud destruction OF
my life seemed at that moment more
than could bear. She heard me, and
the smile frightened more warmly on
her countenance. She came close to me,
-hali-timidly vet coaxingly she threw
one arm about my neck-hcr bosom
heaved quickly.
"Fabio," she murmured-"Fabio for
give me! spoke IN haste,-l do not
hate thee! Come! will make amends
for all thy suffering-I will love thee
will be true to thee, will be all thine!
See! thou knowest have not
lost my BEAUTY"
And she clung to mo with passion,
raising her lips to mine, while with her
large inQuiring eyes she searched my
face for the reply to her words. gazed
down upon her with sorrowful stern
ness.
"Beauty? Nero food for worms-l
care not for 1t! OF what avail Is iair
body tenanted by o tiendish soul? For
glveness?-you ask too late! A wrong
like mine can never be forgiven"
There ensued o silence. She still
embraced me, but her eyes roved
over me as though sho searched
for some lost thing. The wind
tore furionsly among the branches OF
the cypress outside, and screamed
through the small holes and crannies OF
the stonework, rattling the iron gate at
tho summit of the stairway with q clank-
ing sound, as though the famous brigand
chief had escaped with all his chains
upon him, and were clamoring for ad-
mittanco to recover his buried prosper
lty. Suddenly her face lightened with
an expression Of cunning intensity
and before could precelve her In