Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1893-04-27

will be patient. But your shoulder,
Are you strong enough to listen?o
"My sweet one, yes; am quite
strong"
"very we'll. Six years ago lived in
this village. My parents were well to
do people. lived bright, happy life,
allowed to come and 60 at my pleasure.
My will was their law. 1 was always a
queer child, fond of roaming alone over
the rocks or on the beach, where | would
dream strange and beautiful dreams of
the future. One day met Gerald-soon
after we were married. Then he took
me away across the waters. We were
always travelling. He was ill at ease il
we stayed in one place for long. My
baby was born in southern France. Soon
after heard of the death of my father.
l came into my share of his property.
Aftei that we went to London. While
there one night husband and child and
money disappeared. l had suspected
that he was beginning to love another
highland L knew he had gone to her.
But why had she wanted Lillian? | soon
found that it was done simply to annoy
me and show the power she possessed
over my husband. | could find no trace
of either, though / searched everywhere.
| was almost without penny; therefore
l obtained small part in a travelling
company. l met with success and soon
found myself at the head. But success
full as was had but one thought-to
find Lillian and bring Gerald to Justice.
Once in London Il met them. l could
not get Lillian but / left mark on Ger
AIDS face that he has carried ever since.
| heard year ago that he had come to
America. l followed after had obtained
a divorce from him, and only looked for
him that might also find my child, but
my search wa, fruitless until tonight.
The rest you know. But you never will
know of the despair. the torture have
endured, and when | loved you thought
that perhaps all would come right, and
in the end l should find happiness. But
[ have only brought misery and wretch
edness to you. Will you not forgive me,
Roberto
l looked up into her face. Forgive
her? All! who would not forgive her?
She had been wronged, deeply wronged
the fault was not with her. / took her
hand. "Marianne, there is nothing to
forgive. Let the past be dead between
US. We will bury it here tonight. We
will 60 away and begin again, where
naught but sunshine will be allowed to
enter"
Marianne slowly shook her head.
"No, Robert, l cannot begin a new life.
old terrors; they would continually
haunt me. / could not be happy. Lii
lian's face would ever rise before me !;
and would not bring such sorrows to
the man love. No; will go yonder
alone, and when you think of me remem-
Der that as unworthy as I am 1 loved
you-loved you so much that 1 would
not live to make you unhappy. Kiss
me, Robert; it is all for the best"
She knelt down and kissed me twice.
Then with bound sprang to the rocks.
Marianne, Marianne" cried. ''For
Gods sake, don't. Think of me, of my
love-you are mad; don't, don't!''
Marianne's voice sounded indistinct,
as if coming from great distance:
she said they buried her there-per-
haps shall find her-God grant it.!
Robert, forgive me; love you, l love
youn'
l saw the dark figure stand for one
moment with arms outstretched, then
disappear. J:
With a mighty cry rushed forward,
then fell senseless to the ground.
The cold wind blowing on my face
brought me back to this life and it's one
great horror.
crept painfully to the edge of the
rocks; only the black waters met my
gaze. She had disappeared in their
of the waves splashing against the rocks
and the wailing of the wind remained.
/ called the dearly loved name. "Mar-
lame! Marianne!' The waves took it
up, carried it away, and dashed it back
to me again in a startled yell of MAR
lame! The wind wept and walled; all
cruel nature spoke her name. Even the
stars in the black drapery of the night
twinkled and peeped at each other, SEEM
ing to sing of lost Marianne. The mist
from the ocean had wet me through.
The wind tossed my hair about and
tugged at me, trying to pull me over and
throw me as gift, mere nothing, to
the treacherous sea. l gave last, long
ing look to the spot where the little
white face had gone down, then, falter-
ing with every step and with frightful
pain in my shoulder, tottered away. As
/ went on my foot struck against the
glittering revolver of Marianne. | stood
silently. My whole soul went out to
the lost soul OF Marianne. Then with
cry l fell.
What | have written took place five
years ago.
Some fishermen going to their boats
the next morning picked me up and
nursed me back to life. The man, Ger
aid Golden, was not found, but he is still
alive. / met him only the other day in
New York. He seemed the same pol
ished gentleman that he was then. l
have never since that awful night put
my foot inside theater. Two years ago
a distant relative left me his large for
tune.
To-day am wealthy, honored and re-
spected-all that should make a man
happy. But there are times when the
shadows lengthen and the stars creep
out that think of the soul watching and
waiting for me, and again hear the low
sobbing water and the moaning wind and
see that little dark figure disappearing
from my sight, and l wonder if in the
haroo FRI or Uo ahal ho toUathpr at last