Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-04-14

drawn, what joy without parallel to see
the squirt Of the hot, steamy blood Face
to face on the dueling ground, he had
trembled a little, but it was with rage, not
fear.
Everything learned in the fencing hall
he had long since forgotten. He barred his
breast boldly and never once dreamed Of
| parrying thrusts thinking only ofreaching
him, piercing him and killing him. The
/ sword even veXed him at times. It seemed
/ to him that he would have been able to
/ finish sooner could he only have used his
hands to seize, choke and throttle himl
/ And then at last, with a cry of Joy he had
sent home the blade to his heart!
Alasl now he was here on this road
! Having glutted his hate, there remained
! TO him only frightful, mournful weari-
ness. He had killed himl Yes, killed him;
] he was there, behind him, that thing, mys
/ FERROUS and formidable-a corpse A corpse
/ that he had made; and that dead, mani
mate body had once been the living body
| OF the man that he had loved above all
I others
! And thinking Of this he forgot the crime
/ that had made him desperate, to recall
their common childhood, their merry plays
in street and wood, and the frank hand
clasp at parting in the certainty Of meeting
again. Never more could this return, and
suddenly between his fingers, like water
bursting from a scaled fountain the tears
began to flow
At the same moment wheels grated on
the gravel and he turned his head toward
the sound.
From the open door she leaned toward
/ him, half out in her ea2erness, in rustling
of al md . no OF 10, Oh
resting on the step Of the footbOard;
through her veil she had recognized him.
"Ah, thank Godp she cried, "it is youl
it is you'll En- we'll? tell mel"
He dared not respond; it was such
terrible thing that he had to say. His
chin dropped to his breast; he was mute,
haggard, in the shame Of his murder.
Speak, speak, I beseech you You do
not stir or answers it that you are
wounded?n
81 am not wounded no, " said he at last
She sprang to the road
But he"--
"Wel, go on; he"--
rs deadp' stammered he
She clasped him in her arms and chung
TO his neck
81 love you love your she cried lyon
were right to kill him; you are brave and
strongl If you think it troubles me that
he is dead you greatly deceive yourself
never loved him, neverl do you hear2
Women are mad at times-you know that
yourself-and lose their heads; but it is
the head the head always, and not the
heart It is you that | adore, you that /
have always adOred Come, let us 90: get
in with me and let us worry no more for
those that are living OF dead! Come. come,
I say; it is you, and you only, that lover
He considered her, thunderstruck
Then, for this death that dcsolated his
soul, he the offended, she the accomplice
Of the offender, experienced neither regret
nor sorrow. On the contrary, she rejoiCed
in it, she was happy She avowed it and
declared that never, never had she had
love for him who, because Of her, was lying
dead
He regarded her still, regarded her in
tently, with strained, fixed gaze
But come, do come" she pleaded, the
veil raised now, and so charming and per
fumed, holding up her red, dewy lips all
eager to be kissed. Come, let US gol"
He answered YEARLY, his air vague,
wandering like one in a dream.
Yes, yes, let us 90; behold me, but
am still little nervous and do not wish to
drive, but to walk"
Let as walk, then, returned she gayiy,
slipping her hand in his arm; "and mean
while you will tell me details. Did you kill
him immediately Dd-did the combat
last long' Did you-but see you, why don Z
you answer You tell me nothing; never
theless it is very natural that should wish
to hear"
eyes, yes" said he again, 81 know-very
natural"
They were entering at the moment one
Of the river bridges, He stopped, looked
about him
''Do you see it" said he, there to the
left, behind that fringe Of poplars; that
little red brick dwelling with two weather
vanes' It stands few PAGES beyond the
street that skirts the river bank"
Il seeit; yes, just beyond there"
1T was there, in the garden behind that
house, that the duel was fought"--
Eyes, yes; go on"
ut was there, in that garden. in the
main alley, that be fell"---
with a cry, perhaps-he was not brave
brave, you see like your
~ did not hear him"
And you will take me TO see that gar
DEM"
YES, tomorrow or the day after; but
stay; you can see from here / think; yes
from here, close 10 the railing Now bend
forward, little farther, a little more still,
behind the poplars remember-see"
She uttered a cry-too iatet
lie had caught her ankles and with one
quick heaye and toss had cast her from the
parapet Of the bridge, whirling through
the air ia great HuttcriHZ Of skirts and
ribbons TO the deep, yellow waves beneath
As for him2 A rnalefactor now, who,
not content with killing man in a duel,
had drowned q woman in the Seine, be
TRANQUILITY continued his way to give him
self TO justice in the neighboring village
Translated from the French Of Catulle
Mendez by h. G. Waggoner for Short
Stories
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