The Lamar register., 1893-04-08
IRONICAL FATE.


| let, newly married, came to live il
the little town Of Grenoble, the peo-
| pie of the place looked upon them
with distrust and suspicion until it
was learned that they had purchased
an estate ON the outskirts of the town.
They are good people, then was
the cry, to distinguish between them
and those who have no property. aud
who doubtless are then considcr.,s
bad.
Mime. Pipelet was one OF those sen
timental women for whom love il
more passion of the imagination
than of the heart. She had deceived
herself into the belief that she was
madly in love with her husband. who
was an efreminatc, commonplace lit
tie man, altogether without force OF
character. As a matrimonial spccu-
lation he had made pretty good
bargain in marrying Madame Pipelet,
who brought him snug fortune and
great expectations"
Before her marriage Mime. Pipcle:
had passed her time in reading ro-
mances and dreaming of future eX-
istence filed with the most marvell-
Gus adventures Finally in despair
of being eloped with, She accepted
the hand of the inoifeusive Pipelet.
Let Us fec, Bertrand, she cried.
Flee to better world"
Bertrand mildly suggested the
town of Grenoblo as c good place 10
fee TO. aud his romantic bride agreed
with delight, because 1t contained an
old fortress where prisoner had
sculpturcd on the walls OF the tower,
with help Of n single nail. all the
scenes of the Passion.
Mime. Pipelet selected pretty lit
tie house on tho banks Of the river.
A large garden full! Of fine old trees
ran down to the waters edge. and in
the baruyard was s dovecot flled
with white doves.
20. nv Bertrandr she would eS-
claim in their solitary walks in the
garden, how sweet il IS 70 DO alone
when one loves as we love
..Quite right, nv dear said tho
from his coat sleeve
My love, " continued Nine Pipelet.
raising her eyes TO hoayen. '-ny love
requires guie; and mystery. Your
heart and cottage is all l desire, o
my Bertrand. "
Il think dinner must be ready by
this time remarked Mr.. pipelet.
shifting tho air
My days" went on his wife, heed
less OF his interruption. -.Iny days are
yours till death. o my Bertrand. TIL
death. which l trust viii take me
first"
Il certainly smell the dinner.
when / think that you may die
before mo, my soul is torn with
agony and feel that shall go mad.
o my Bertrand. what should l do.
desolate and alone2 Il cannot be-
II must no: be! Promise me, o my
Bertrand, not 20 die first"
IN do my best, said little Pipe
let in a resigned tone Of voice. '-But
let us go TO dinner.
This sort Of thing occurred day
after day. Nine, Pipelet smothering
her unfortunate husband with pro-
testations Of uudying love. which he
bore with the angelic patience OF a
martyr. Little by little. however. he
/ found his strength falling away. lie
sank into the most extraordinary
state Of languor. Doctors were
called from Paris but he bafied them.
The cause OF his disease was APP
pagsntly beyond them
| His wife alone could have saved
him II she had only loved him little
less. But her tenderness became
something feroeious as she saw him
gradually wasting away before her.
Courage. my Bertrand she said.
as she sat beside his bed. Courage,
uly love. You will recover, my Ber-
trand. my life. my all! for ! love you
with my whole sole, and never tire Of
tollins you SO.
Uu4er this c,potism OF eNagger-
ated affection II. Pipeiet rushed,
rather than walked toward the grave.
! end ,ne dav. after his wife had told
him for the thousandth time how
much she loved him. he died in her
arms.
Nine Pipelot's grief was of the
most theatrical and picturesque sort
she tore her beautiful hair, had hys-
teric, every quarter OF an hour.
threatened to become nun. and
finally wound mp with tho determine
ton TO roast herself on tao fagots OF
| the defuuct Bertrand. The neighbors
TO whom such performances We're
! Ilo, novel and delightful, crowded
the house night and day. and con
% ei and wept with the afflicted
widow Among them was a good,
| lpCI-insr pouup (allou Of athletic