Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-11-06

I would see that the course you are pursuin.
must end badly, and but in one way. Yol
have not seen it because-Iove is blindl
An old proverb! You," lnsolently, 'hay'
heard it2''
81 have heard you at all events too often
and too long"
"And to SO little purpose, you should
add. You must acknowledge" appealing
to her in quite an airy fashion, "that hav,
many a time and oft warned you as to th'
, folly of the way in which you are going.
"Wby will YOU persist in this idle accuse
tion?" says she. "What is to be gained by
it? Not what you would gain! CASTOR
surely there is some other way. IT, she
pauses, and her lovely face grows pale with
entreaty, ''if it is separation you desire
l."
He laughs aloud-he makes gesture q.
if he would spurn her from him.
Separation r. exclaims he. and there i.
imitation as we'll as mockery in his tone.
Separation from you You, the toast OF
all the town. the admired of all behold
ersp You rate yourself even lower than
I rate you !" He pauses to give expression
to this little bit of brutality. "No-sepa-
ration as you mean it's the last thing ]
desire"
ga falsehood % saws she through her dry
| lips. She has not understood him.
pardon me; the judicial separation from
such loving spouse as you, would not con-
tent me. A divorce pur ct simple, though
having little of either purity or simplicity
in it, is what aim at. %
"And why?" asks she. She is trembling
violently now; she has drawn back from
him, and has laid her hand upon the chair
nearest her to steady herself "That you
may make another woman's life a curse to
haro hoF ipO
''Rather that 1 may escape from you'll"
cries he, turiously, stung by her words
From a woman who"
go on, GastonP'
The defiance of her regard sobers him.
He checks himself, and bows satirically.
"Who has the bad taste to prefer another
man to her husbandp'
''That at all events is a falsehood," saws
she, calmly. 81 prefer no man to you in
the sense you mean, as all men are alike in
different to me"
"Are they? And your interview Just
now with Wyvis? That touching farewell?
And your attitude as he left you-that last
fond lingering glance at his departing fig
ure Did all that mean indifference"
''You are right when you call it fare
well, says she. Lord Wyvis is leaving
England next week-for long time"
"With you?"
She makes no answer to this insult. Anger
feels dead within her. Where is the good
of indignation? What is to be gained BY
righteous wrath where he is concerned Her
agony, and she, and humiliation are only
as subjects for mirth with him. She feels
lifeless, hopeless, yet she cannet altogether
kill the cruel pain at her heart; the smart
of it burns her still, though in dull sort
OF way. Tears force themselves from be-
meath her tired lids, and run slowly down
her cheeks. The torture is too great for
her courage, which indeed as rule is high
Don't cry," SAYS he, with sneer. "He
will return; know him we'll Pray do
not waste dramatic scene on so poor, so
unappreciative an audience 1t may, per-
haps, too, be as well to remember that you
have yet to bid good night to your hostess.
1t will scarcely matter, 1 daresay, to so
emancipated person as Won are, but as
fact all the other guests have gone by this
time, and Lady Barring has been making
tender inquiries as to your whereabouts for
the past half hour
has reused her effectuallv. She looks
around her. Is it indeed so late? Has she
been SO imprudent as to forget the hour?
Actually" says he. "She is not so
thoughtful for you as I am. 1 asked no
questions. OF course, under the circum-
stances, you could hardly be expected to
think about the flight of time. Time was
made for slaves, and you, as I said Just now,
are Loves Slave"
'fYou knew how late it was. You knew
1 had forgotten, and yet you have kept me
here all this time listening to your vile &C.
cusations," cries she, vehemently. "Why
did you not tell me the other guests were
going, or gomez"
''Why should I tell you? You think me
hsartlese, yet you will now see how you
wrong me. 1 could not bear to disturb your
tete a tete with your friend. 1 felt was
the last person to tell you"
''The last indeedr' bitterly. 'You hope,
to ruin me with society, but you will not
succeed"
"You are running yourself, as it seems to
me.''
''Stand asidep' says she, imperiously.
She makes little movement with her tan
as if to brush him from her path, and
sweeps past him into the room beyond.