The Dickinson press., 1891-06-06

e.utoieu Il: that direction once upon u
time. Lconore is not as charming
now as then. She is IL ghosts shadow.
and they do say quite ill-tempered. A
happy thing for you that you got rid
of her!!"
"And how does her husband treat
herP" l inquired.
Like a dog" he responded. "There
is not a particle of manhood about
him. If she sold herself to him she
went at a low price, for he is a perfect
miser, SO far as she is concerned, and
she gets scarcely the necessities of
life"
"And why doesn't she leave him?"
She doesn't dare to do so. They
have Il little boy about 2 years old and
as the law is now he could take the
child from her should she leave him
without Just cause"
just then the engine whistle blew.
"Ah! here is my station" he contin-
ued. II have some business which
will detain me to-day. l will see you
again tomorrow"
And the man of the world took his
departure.
On the river bank, sitting in the
dusky twilight. 1 next saw Leonore.
She had wandered thither in her un-
rest, and so had l. 1t was Fate, per-
haps, that brought us together.
l stood and watched her while she
sat there. with bowed head. and her
wealth of dark hair falling about her
thin. pale face, making her seem quite
weird in the gloom. l saw that she
had suffered deeply, and my heart
ached for her as it had never ached for
myself. She did not know that l was
so neal. and so moaned to herself in
low, p~laintive tones, which were only
at times distinct to me
How quiet, how inviting the water
looks!" | heard her say. Were it not
for little Guy l should be tempted to
make my couch in its depths and for
get all my cares. But for his sake
must live and suffer-sutfer until the
end! l wonder if Ralph suffers stillP'
She went on after a moments pause.
II wonder if his life is wretched like
mine? If so, God help him!"
She arose as she said the last, and,
throwing herself on the ground, sobbed
like a weary child. Icould endure the
sight of her agony no longer, and,
stepping from my hiding place, 1 bent
gently ovcr her.
"Leonore-dear Leonorew
In an instant she was on her feet
confronting me-.
''Oh, is it really you, Ralph?" she
cried, extending her hands to me. 81
thought when | heard your voice that
| must be dreaming. and sprung up to
awaken myself. How are you. RalphP'
Wei as could be expected. And
how goes the world with you, my poor
Leonore?'
Read that in my face" she return.
ed, "for my lips must be dumb"
"And shall | tell YOU what l read?'
Gas you please, Ralph"
''Then | will. Leonore, you are suf.
fering as few suffer; but your heart is
true to its first and only love. NV dar.
ling, life to both of us would be ar
Eden We're our lots cast together:
apart it is Il barren waste, devoid Of
sunshine. bloom and verdurc."
She dropped her head low-so low
that it almost touched her bosom-but
she made no response.
Then I poured out the pent-up love
of years.
That night Mr.. Clough, always irri.
t able. worked himself into Il pcrfecI
frenzy yer some trile. In the midst
of Il TRADE of abuse he fell in Il fit. and
after a weeks illness left Leonore free,
and in a few weeks we are to be mar
ried quietly at Il %neighboring village
and will spend our honeymoon in
Switzerland.