The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1894-03-16

tions. Let the author be tried. She
would not keep the opal bright. The
man wasn't North one tear ofhers. lie,
him be cast out and forgotten, AS he
deserved
Ana now came the third ana last act.
where the husband is prevented from
committing the crime he rncditates.
ana IN the end, in beautifully written
sccne-wAich alone. said the critics
aftcrwara, ought TO make the fortune
OF the play Margaret torgives the man
who has So bitterly wronged her
Wilmot Leslie, white as death-yct
otherwise MASKING, for prldc's sake
the agony in his hcart--listened 70 the
words every one Of which stabbed him
with fatal blows. A play-ycs. only
q play but OH that there could be for
his wasted, sinful life such last act as
this,
The curtain was down and the lonsc
applanding and calling for the author
Nilnot Leslie, eager to see the woman
who could write like this, fingered.
and presently Mrs. Clavering appeared
at the wing TO bow ner thanks. The
face flashed for "A second upon Leslie's
startled gaze the next, his eyes were
blinded by "A scarlet mist--he saw moth
ing, heard nothing, knew nothing. lie
CROPPED his way out to the lobby; some
one spoke to him; he gave no answer;
he had not heard. He reached his own
rooms--going on through the streets in
the same dazed way-and there he
flung himself down, and with a great
and exceedingly bitter cry: Margaret,
Margaret"
"A gentleman. ma'am, asks to see
you"
What name, Janet?" said Alix Claw
ering putting aside pile Of morning
papers, all OF which, more or less.
praised the new play, though some said
that Margarct's love was too nearly d.
vine TO he possible in real life
lie said you would not know it.
ma'am. lie would not detain you long"
"Still. | suppose he has name.
Well. show him up"
The servant retired and in minute
opened the door again A tall man
came in, just step beyond the thresh-
old. and paused there, the door closing
behind him.
Mrs Clavering rose to her feet.
trembling. and they stood face TO face
after seven years-husban nd and wife;
seventy times seven years Of wrong be-
tween them.
The man spoke first. his head bent.
his voice hoarse and broken, the sem
fences falling from his lips in disjoint-
ed fragments.
II have been in England for
month past. ! did not know that you
called yourself Claveripg. No matter
Il should not have troubled you only
-" He paused. II might have helped
him if he had seen her face but he did
not see it; he dare not lift his eyes 10
hers. He went on with an effort: Il
saw your play yesterday. and ! saw you.
i he an-Margarct--tha was not
you-yon? Only-a-beautiful play
isn't that it?'
NO" she said. slowly. She did not
move. but clasped her hands tightly
over her laboring heart. The woman
Margaret is my heart Sh. loved him
all inTOuku -thOuS ~ iiiS ofhs NCb e oSoA~
let--hc was her hus band. And he loved
her once So when he came back to
her, casting all the evil years behind
him. she forgave.'
mo. no. the man cried. trembling
in every limb "She could not forgive
such wrong. The message was not for
me. Margaret; 1t was only play"
1T was deep calling unto deep" she
said; 1T was my hear. calling to
yours
She stretched out her hand toward
him. and he looked up and saw the
light in her eyes. He staggered for
ward. with a broken cry. and fell down
at her feet, and she laid her arms about
his neck and drew his head against
her. MY husband" she said. Lon
don Sketch.