The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-09-02

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The woman was only ledger on the
fourth story, and had not long lived Shere.
She worked in a mattress manufactorya lit
tie way off, was out all dag, and knew moth.
ing of her neighborS.
There was no one else in the way to an
swer an inquiry. And, after all what good
could come of any meeting between Kath-
lcen and Suzon?
"She hates me, and do not love her.
thought Kathleen. But she is strangely
altered. l thought Rose was right when
she called her a creature altogether evil, Il
soul given over to wickedness. Yet tonight
her face had softer look; the mhOly fire
seemed to have gone out of 1t, rs if the face
and the soul had been alike bleachcd and
chastened by suffering"
The days and weeks wore on, and the
mornings and evenings grew brisk and,cold.
That curtain of sultry hclt was lifted the
dome of whitc.hOt iron was taken off the
city, which no longer seemed like caul-
dron secthing and bubbling over subterran-
can fires. The white vapOrs of summer
hoatcd away from the streets and Quays,
from river and woods and gardens. 1t was
October, and the leaves were falling from
the poor remnants of trees in the mutiated
Bots, that lockwood which had been hewn
down and converted into an dbnt,iS. Au-
tumn had come, and Kathleen's work was
still uncomplcted still went on; the worker
patient, secret, logged, never for one mo-
ment abandoning her purpose, never losing
faith Not till she had seen every journey
man curricr in Paris would she faltPr or
wayOr in her work. Then it would be time
to say, 81 have deceived myself Serzicr has
left Paris" and then it would be time 10
think of following and hunting him down
in the place Of his exile, be it far or near
in the Old World or the New. Sla or land
should be as nothing to her in that search
distance and time as nothing. She felt as
If she were the spirit of vengeance, a dlSem-
bodied soul, free from those fe.ters which
make humanity feeble.
Day after day she went to her taSll-mO-
nOtonouS, dreary, fullof wearine's for mind
and body; and yet she knew not WEAKNESS.
That iron purpose within her buOyed her
up and sustained her. The spirit conquered
the flesh.
There were days when she felt i'll, very i'll
sick to death almost; but she flung her i'll
ness aside, as if it had been garment that
embarrassed her movements, and went out
to her work. Her white face in those days
evoked the pity Of strangers.
"A poor creature that ought to be in the
hospital rather than in the streets" thought
the pasSers-by. mo; long for this world"
said one. "There is death in that face"
said another.
Other days there were when all her limbs
seemed one great aching pain; yet she
crawlcd down the steep old staircase and
! into the dim morning streets; and, like an
| old horse which begins his day stiifly and
| fecbly, and shuttlcs himself into trOt I'M
der the gOad of the whip, she gathered up
1 her strength for the journey, and quckened
| her pace as she nearcd her goal.
Not one day did she miss in all those toll
some weeks. Happily there were the Sun
days, blessed intervals of respite and rest
which gave her new strength for the coming
SIX days
On these quiet Sabbaths she rested all day
long, lying on her bed like q log, hardly
moving hand or foot reading a little now
and then, but, for the most part, resting
only resting-in state of apathy, which
was little more than semi-cOnscousness
Again and again the Dmands urged her
to 20 out with them on the Sunday, to get
fresh air. change, 4 little innocent gaiety, a
few hours Of fOrgetfuIneSs in some pretty
rustic spot. They offered TO take her 10
Asnicres, to Bougyal, to Marty lie Ro
In vain.
II have Il good deal of walking every day"
Clp said 81 lil~a n rnDi-n1lv a m
Sundays
She did not tell them That the agony OF
WEAKNESS was sometimes 50 acute toward,
the close of the week that nothn5 but thi,
long day Of total inertia could have enabled
her to resume the round of toll.
But you never go to mass now, Kath
een, said Rose with gentle reprOachrul-
ness. You used to go regularly to the dear
old church yonder," with little motion OF
her head towards NOtre Dame.
'Used-yeS. But he was alive then, ant
went to pray for him. Now--lo. | cuulo
not Enec and pray in a church., Not YET
not yet There is q cloud Of blood lha'
,wimS before my eyes when try To TOO o.
to heaven"
October was passing. 1t was the middle
~ wv HlbliAll- lllN W l-lllll sun i'D NlIl
Of Scri2er. Her days wor, wa over, and
Kathleen was walking slowly. with down.
cas-, eyes and dropping head, along the Rue
de Galmde, in the dusk Of evening. Sht
had been watching for more than an hom
in front Of an obscure workshop at the enc
Of the street. There was Belgian nam,
over the door. She had seen two men leave
The house, one Il workman the other man
Of somewhat superior appearance, who
looked like the master. The workshop wa!
small, poOr-lOOliing; and, according to he
knowledge Of the trade, these Two mpl
would be in all likelihood the complete staff
But she made up her mind to go back mex
morning to watch the men going to theiI
work, and to make inquiries as to the nun
Der employed. She never struck Il work
shop off her list until she had made hersel
mistress of her facts.
Suddenly, in the autumnal dusk, she look
I'd up startled By the rafting of an empty
Tuck over the rough stones Of the roadway
She looked up, and found herself face Il
Face with man in a ragged blouse wheel
ng truck.
The man was Serzier.
She had not one moment Of dmlbt: not
passing shadow of hesitation couded IN
clcarness Of her mind. This was Serizier
She had seen him last in the pomp OF hi
warlike accoutrements, plumed hat, clanE
ing sword, and sabretasch, red scarf, brea;
bedizened with gold embroidery, chin an
lip shrouded by a heavy military noustachC
erect audacious, arrogant, lording it owe
an admirng crowd
To-day the man was cleln-shaved; h
seemed to have grown smaller, as if ber