The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1893-06-15

sprang for,pdrd TO the bedside.
Knight say with Dryden:
The remnant of ny tale Ia Of length
To tire your patience.
for the years that followed were not en-
tirely without their events, but pass
over them all.
Instead Of drowning myself, had
amassed wealth. | had chased the
shining dollars with the same spirit a
despairing wretch takes dose Of poison.
was a rich man and great man, but
oh. how hated the wealth" and the
"greatnessr'
could never forget that year Of my
youth; it hung like ghost on my every
movement.
Well, went to Europe, for what OBJ
ject hardly know. unless it was TO for
get myself in the multitude Of new
sights and scenes. was in my room in
the Hotel Beauvais, in the proud old
city" Of Marseilles. "full of wealth and
rich with works of art"
Europel Francel She had come to
Europe after her marriage; her hus-
band was Frenchman; and I-perhaps
was in the same country with her.
had heard but very little concerning
her fate, and that was only some init
nation that the Count de Vauvineaux
had turned out badly, and that Mr..
Spencer never received letters from his
daughter. But | took this as mere
scandal and thought little of it.
In France found my old love to visit
and dream over ancient things reviving,
the contemplation of that dead, yet ever
living greatness that fills as with
thoughts beyond the reaches of our
SOULS" and | sailed out to saunter
through the older and more time worn
haunts of the town.
l had been visiting the moldering re-
mains of a once celebrated triumphal
arch, and not far from this. wandering
among the proud relics of long aban-
doned Roman church, when my return
ing steps led me through a narrow,
winding street. Many parts of it were
SO filthy and doathsome that | almost
feared the contagion of some disease,
and surely in this dark spot the dagger
of the assassin might naturally be
looked for.
1t was in this place. and engaged in
reflections natural to it, that | was
startled, almost alarmed, by the shrill
cry Of a female voice-she herself, a
ragged, dirty, gypsy looking woman.
running out into the street from door
quite near me. Mon Dieui Mon Dieu!
Ellie est folle" she exclaimed. Fastening
up to me; and then perceiviug that was
a foreigner she continued, "Anglaisi
Anglaisi" and half drew me in the door.
Surely | do not know how many
flights of stairs we climbed up before
we came to little green door without
latch or panel, but we came to such q
one, and the gypsy woman cautiously
opened it.
The whole apartment could be COM
pretended in all its parts in one glance,
for certainly 1t was not more than ten
feet square, and much less that in
height. But the most noticeable appur-
tenance of the apartment was a low rag
covered bed in one corner, and as the
door creaked behind us, form started
mp wildly from it, and looked at me
with a terrible, unearthly stare. She
was very, very beautiful woman. Her
face was as cold and colorless as block
Of marble; her jet hair hung loosely and
wildly about her shoulders, and her
eyes, oh, how bright, how glazing they
were! 1t might have been a minute
that we stood thus gazing at each other.
i fA al n,,I
addressed her kindly in English. when
she raised herself yet higher, and giving
her white bare arm that repulsive
swing she exclaimed, "Awayl awayi
Thou art some fiend come here to taunt
me for my ingratitudel Away awayr
Then, as if overcome, she slowly sank
back on her pillow. But that voicel In
an instant all the labor of years was
lost-that great fabric Of insensibility
had built about me was thrown TO the
ground. was no longer n cold, naughty
business man, bnt youths l0vsf.
The impulses Of the heart. long bound
down, suddenly burst their bonds and
sprsng into new life. For years nsiaa
had been the pilot u my ersft--it had
been a wise and faithful pilot--has IL
never smiled. never told ms ~ hope, a
love, OF heaven-only gold, gold, gold.
But it's rule was at an end. sprane
1 forward to the bedside and involnntari
ly murmured, "The Countess do Van.
vineauxi"
! THAT manner Who spoke that manner
She started mp and glared almost hsrcely
at me. could not move nor speak
only stand and gaze In turn. And nov
q terrible storm suddenly burst forth
rs IL to heighten the awful solemnity Of
the scene within. | cannot attempt q
describe it. The thunder seemed Il
shake the house from its foundations
the wind and rain. as II In fendist
mockery. beat against the single win
dow. and anon a flash of vivid lightning
: lit up the dingy apartment. Still mel
Their Of its occupants moved. At length
the wild. unearthly glare of her eye
seemed to die away. l drew nearer
saw tear.
"Linar'
| "Paull"
She was in my arms.
| .
It is ten minutes since wrote the las
line. could not hold my pen-pardoI
my weakness-it is many. many year
ago. but as recall that scene ! canno
keen hack my etruUViinn tears But