Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-06-03
A DOUBLE TREACHERY
ADAPTED BY ii. T.


He turned away in silence. AS ne
reached the door Sylvia daIted after him
and seized his hand. Hers was soft and
warm, his icy cold. At that moment VIII
ham's tall figure passed the window.
"They must be here, Mr.. Chipp.' he
said gaily, s.for we looked into the arbor"
So saving he entered the summer-h0use,
accompanied by his father and Hotbcr-in-
law
Mrs Chip, who had always been very
fond Of Frank, welcomed him cordially /;
and her husband said, in d most Iatgoniz-
"And how are Egyptian Bonds locking
Just now7"
Florence talked loudly OF killing the
fatted calf for the prodigaI, and then
shnuted IN the Gin0ino-n1istress
MADAME Zolal Do, please, sing some
thing a little more lively, or play US a
waltz, for my mother-in-law and l are
dying for a dance"
civilian are you quite cracked" cried
Mrs. Chip, as her son-in-law drew her
along the gravel-walk in a wild dance, for
the good fellow was quite intoxicated with
JOY.
For Frank the day was one inteIIninable
agony. Egypt and his brothers invention
were talked Of until he failed to grasp the
meaning Of single sentence. Sylvia was
very silent, and seemed wrapped IN her
own thoughts; and Frank, without daring
to look at her, watched her scarlet silk
sunshade, and the UndulatlOns OF her
white drapery How she had changed IN
these last two years. But had she I'M
proved2 Then a horrible idea occurred
to him. He had seen painted, made-up
women driving low pony carriages In the
park, and had heard them, called "Anon-
yna." Sylvia looked ike these crea-
lures; Sylvia could have driven Georges
horses in that same way. Frank started!
Was he not at that moment in Georges
house7 Had he not drunk his wincl And
did not all the luxury by which he was at
that moment surrounded come from
George2
1t was shameful, terrible! He owed it
to himself to expose the tissue Of decep-
tions to his brother Had he not come for
that7 But his courage was gone.
In the evening, after dinner, Florence
urged his wife to sing. He was anxious
that she should exhibit all her new ac-
complishments to his brother.
Sylvia begged to be excused, but ma
dame tossed her little French head, and
seated herself at the piano to play the &C
~seva vrir,,arp+
what do you wish me to sing7 But
she ended by deciding for herself In the
Pickering light Of the candles, which
seemed to exhale perfume with their light,
30 intense was the odor from the garden
of roses and lilies, Sylvia sang strange
little French melody, with quaint provin-
cial words, which had been arranged by
Mamade lola.
Pauvre petite Muam5elle Zz,
Cest ramour, qu tourne In tetel
In narrating the fate Of poor little Zizi,
who had been driven mad by love, Sylvia
herself assumed the air Of a women car
ricd away by passion. With the pathetic
CRY Of q wounded dove she took up the
melancholy refrain:
Ccst ramour, Tamour, qui tourne Ia tetel
The siren had not been iudicious in the
choice of q song. The name Of Zizi trans
ported Frank to the quiet room where sat
Dora de Lacy, she who had loved him Sc
pati ntly and so long. In her childhood
she had been called Zizi, and the singer
seemed to be extolling her charms and
her fidelity. Again he was beside her,
Whiting for the tardy coming Of her faith
er Vest it was there and only there,
Frank said to himself that he could find a
safe shelter from the temptation that as
sailed Linn in this poisonous, feverish at
mosphere.
lie would take refuge in Doras love;
that a poor and innocent affection might
fill his heart, to the exclusion of his guilty
passion.
Where are you going2" asked Flor
ance, seeing his brother rise abruptly as
soon as the last bar of the song had come
to IN end.
u am going away; it is late"
"What of that? You will sleep here, of
course"
lie refused His presence in London
was absolutely necessary for certain, mat
tiers Of business iutrusted to him by his
employers. They pressed him again and
again, but he hurried through the garden,
and soon took his seat in the train.
When he had gone his brother went to
his own room, but Sylvia and Madame 10
La remained below.
"a regular wet blanketw said Madame
lola.
Who? Frank, you mean" asked Syl-
via; "but / have cheCkmated him., / fam
cy; only we must be very careful, for he
is awfully jealous. l must write at once
to Benedict, to tell him not to come here
for some time. And you must GO the first
thing in the morning to see George; tell
him to go at once to Oaklands, and stay
there for fortnight"