Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1892-06-24

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lnathing, lie tossed on the cashiers desk
Tic mass Of feminine spoils with which he
was laden.
Then turning to his wife, he sternly
said
Those jcye,s, madam, and hurry if you
please
I She, with the utmost cal'nn"~~ G:ld with
lingering. ceTessing touch. .sossTad the
clasps Of her necklace and bracelets,
where the initial Of her name. IS" looked
like sil1nbering serpent. Florence, out
Of patience. broke the frail Chains, and
the Jewels ~! III q glittering heap.
- must Go NY part cried her husband
feverish:y. Whore is my pocket-book7
Have 1 anything eIse2 All! my watch
and chain. r,ow, JOB. we have much to
do; as soon as The day breaks, all these
things must be disposed of in time to meet
| our payments. I know a man who wants
to buy the house, so that is quickly set
tied"
He spoke and moved as if insane. Job
and Mrs. George looked at lin in silence.
AS to Sylvi;t. SIC seemed turned to stone /;
once only did she move. and then n an
| unconscious way. only to draw more closely
round her shoulders the tulIe scarf; the
air from 1l,n door, open into the garden,
made her silver. Did she hear the music
from the l:,il room Was she thinking of
the strange contrast OF the two apart
ments? A heavy hand on her arm arous-
ed her from her tolpor, and Florence,
drew her towards Annie.
ION your knccs!'
Mrs Speed drew back.
mo, no not that," she said.in dismayed
entreaty.
at must be- answered Florence, stern
ly; .'she shall implore your forgiveness.
On her knees, nladam!" and he compelled
Sylvia to fail on the ground at Annie's feet.
"Repeat after me just what l say: Mrs.
Speed"
Sylvia, half paralyzed with fear, whis-
pered, Mrs. Specd-'
off life Of humility, of submission"
-s1f life of humil-- No, will not 2"
she cried, and, bounding to her feet like
a wild animal, she shook off Florence's
grasp, and rushed through the open door
into the da' lness of the night, through
the wind AID the snow.
''Stop herr" cried Annie. in an agony
'Mr. Florcnce-Job-I implore you. Do
not let her 60 in that wayw
job moved to obey her, but Florence
pulled him lack.
Let her co. he said ste1nly; 81 forbid
you to follow her!-I beg your pardon.
Mrs. Speed but we have more important
matters than that on hand To your
books, DcnEian; we have much to do.'
Job extended his hand.
You are an honest man, Florence; for
give my suspicious"
Florence did not seem to hear these
words, but turned at once to the books to
make a memorandum Of the certificates of
stocks. and an estimate Of the value Of
the jewels, guided by Denman, whose
father had been q laIidary.
All this time Annie had been standing
at the window, watching the garden
walks, where Sylvia's footprints were al
ready nearly effaced 8 and the dancing still
continued. Which of the guests imagined
that the mistress of the house with rage
and despair in her heart was flying
through the streets of London, homeless
and forsaken7
Where was she going7 Her first idea
was to find Benedict, whom, after all. she
had not dared to ask to the ball; but he
lived at Kilburn, and it was too far to go
in the dress she wore. Where should she
~o2 Her parents would receive her.
without doubt; but she was III no MOOD to
I.,ten to Mrs. Chipp's sobs and lamenta-
tiOns. Then she remembered De Lacy
l.. this utter downfall of all her splendc-,
she remembered the old actor, who had
first taught her to dance, to move, to hold
her fan, and who had been the first to en-
courage her vanity by his openly-ex-
pressed admiration. She took one of the
cabs that stood by the garden-gate, and
ordered the coachman to drive to We're de
Lacy's lodgings.
For some time Mrs. De Lacy had earned
a scanty pittance by braidiug straw. but
her husband continued to grow stout,
while she, day by day, faded away to a
mere shadow. He had just taken
cover off bowl of soup, when knock
was heard at the door, The actor. who
had returned from the representation Of a
thrilling drama at the "Nic," started as he
heard this summons in the middle of the
night.
who is there7" he asked, in startled
tone.
ut is I-Sylvia! Open, quick"
She entered with q shiVer, took q seat
in front of the stove, and poured out her
rage and indignation in torrent of words.
and a voice that was subdued only on ac-
count OF Mrs De Lacy who was asleep in
the next room.
The luxury of her dress. the simmer
ing silk and delicate lace, offered strange
contrast to this dingy room. these piles Of
straw.
In The fearful dramas of real life. all
ranks and stations are mingled.
No. [ shall never go back there again !;
l am free at last!'
"1ut who could have denounced you to
your huSband2"
1T Is Frank; [ am sure of it. He would
have believed no one else. Besides a let
ter came last night from Egypt. The idea
of his compelling me to kneel to that wo-
man! But l will revenge myself!'
And faint smile curved her pale lips.
The old actor listened with vivid inter
est. Notwithstanding his compassion for
.'that DOOR devil Florence" and for Sylvia
herself. whom he ca1lea IN theatrical par
lance 1.-The frail beauty" he could not pre-
vent himself from looking at the whole
suddenly cried out:
"What situation for fifth act!7
She did not hear him: absorbed in
thoughts of revenge. she had drawn closer
to the fire. and mechanically took off her
satin shoes to empty the snow with which
they were filed,
"And now what are you going to do9"
asked De Lacy.
"Remain here until morning, and then
we shall see"
Il have no bed to offer you, my poor
child"
Never mind; can sleep in that arm
chair. l am not particular"
The actor sighed.
"Ah, YES. that arm hair-it was poor
Dora's; many time has she sat in it al
night when work pressed. Well. WE'LL
Those who are taken away are better OF
than those that are left