The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1893-10-28

the threat OF the ohtIlI - al 60 tlIS
first person that violated the order.
kept the as-emblage from giving vent f.
to their rent-up feelings.
The courtroom was quickly emptied. /
and once outside the building the crowd /
went wild with enthusiasm. In the
excitement Grounding had dlsap-
pearcd and Martin and Hickman were
never more heard of in that part OF the ,
West. Fortunately for them they had
anticipated the anger Of the pOpulace
by hurrying out Of town.
The excitement over the Will case
soon died away. Months passed rapidly.
No matter how back a heart the per-
senator Of Louis Patterson may have
had. he seemed to possess the power
10 hestow on Mary Nordrum love az
sincere as that which springs from
heart that never knew ought but inno-
cence.
Patterson continued to faithfully
serve his employers, but no sooner was
he of duty than he sought the company
of Mary Nordrum. Hours were daily
spent in talking over the events OF
their childhood and hardly an Incl
dent, 80 matter how trivial could he
referred to by Mary. but the mpOstor
was able to take the subject from her
lips and complete It,
Sometimes when his thoughts were
fixed on other scenes and other events,
which many knew nothing of, She
would gently chidc him for his indif-
ference to her prattle, and then he
would recover himself only to wonder
whether there was any suspicion Turk
ing in her heart OF his deception.
DO YOU remember that beautiful
summer evening Louis. when We were
cnioving one OF those delightful sails
on the lake and when We saw the sun
ACCOMPANIED in its setting by that
brilliant light. and encirclcd by a sky
of such radiant splendor? How | did
laugh when you said the sun went down
into the water to kiss its shadow be
cause it had nothing else to kiss. DO
you forget it,
You know YOU sand you had rather
| be a boy than the sun. because You had
! something better to kiss than shadows.
| What magnificent sunset that was,
/ Louis what can you b" thinking Of,
Won don't seem to care to he reminded
/ now of those happy, thrice happy
| hours. Why | know do YOU wrong,
! Louis. to talk 50, | know 1 am oyer-eX-
/ acting. But | should die were | to
think. that. recalling those scenes,
when We were so happy together. WAS
1 painful to YOU. or that You had lost m
ter2st in them. They are among the
/ happlr7t hours OF my HE. " ere they
not yours. dearest Louis:
: Is. yes, love. bat 40 not think ne
cause do not ON ne inst ant grow en-
+ thu-iastic over your pleasing reference
to them that ! have lost any lnterea5
/ in them They were my happy hours
too. my memory Is busy ilitlng my BRAN
with the recollection Of hundreds Of
other like scenes. or like incidents.
Prattle on my love- and l viii never
tire Of li4tening.'
Now that is charming, Louis.
like to have Eou talk that way. What
q merry evening that was. can t
drive 1t from me, even It | cared TO.
DO YOU remember, Henry, when you
said the shadows chasing each other
across the meadows, through the
pasture, and skipping over the
fields OF grain, were fairies bring
ing flour 10 make the wheat.
and told Hoa the iairl@7 %"} me h"'f
from the great "tite clouds MI "'f'
floating over or heaaS: ilih we
holl Iau2h az Inc SHY till''27 We io' y
sald' some now or othof' my hcaE5 i
} not rs hEhf 20" aS u was lhch. ne
, recollection OF those innocent tancles
bring, no such thrill Of Joy to my hcart
Is they dld then. v ny = II LOUIS
"oh, You are getting serious now.
Yom cheerful disposition can not brook
seriousness. and there is no serious
side 10 beautiful sunsets and charming
fairy tales. There is really no plac,
for dependency in your heart. Mary
50 away with it, and tell me more about
those fairies"
The lovers separated. The one I,
enter upon Il career of intrigue plot
, ting ana vilainy Of the deepest dye
: the other to retire to her room am
wrestle with her heart to keep It iron
doubling her lovers love
The next morning Louis had an
J swered call for information from the
! superintendent Of the road. when the
!. wires bore a message which 80 startled
, him that he shook as with the ague
/ and the blood rushed to his head. a