The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1894-10-11

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could have dreamed that fate would
throw us together again? When the
professor aslssd me- She stopped and
gave a gasp for breath.
] "You are faint" said the professor
Keep the head low. 1t aids the cere-
bral circulation. He fiattened down the
cushion. II ann sorry TO leave you,
| O'Brien, but have my class duties 10
look to- Possibly may lind you here
when return. With grim aud rigid
face he strobe out OF the room. Not one
OF the 800 students who listened to his
lecture saw any change in his manner
and appearance or could have guessed
that the austere gentleman in front of
them had found out at last how hard it
is TO rise above ones humanity. The
lecture over, no performed his routine
duties in the laboratory and then drove
back TO his own house. He did not en-
her by the froncdoor, but passed through
the garden to the folding glass easement
which led out of the morning room. AS
he approached he heard his wife's voice
and O'Brien's in loud and animated
talk. He paused among the rosebushes,
not. Nothing was further from his ma
ture than to play the eavesdropper, but
as he stood, still hesitating, words fell
upon his ears which struck him rigid
and motionless
"You are still my wife, jimmy" said
O'Brien. II forgive you from the bot
tom of my heart l love you, and have
never ceased 10 love you, though you
had forgotten me-.
"No, James; my heart was always in
Melbourne. i have always been yours.
thought that it was better for you that
should seem 10 be dead. F"
'You must choose between us now,
jimmy. III you determine 10 remain
here, l shall not open my lips. There
shall be 10 scandal. If, on the other
hand, you come with me, it's little /
care about the worlds opinion. Perhaps
L am rs much to blame as you Thought
too much OF my work and too little Of
my wife.
The professor heard the cooling, ca
ressing laugh which he knew SO we'll.
Il shall go with you, James," she
said.
ana the proieSsor!
'The poor professor! But he will not
mind much, James. He has no heart. "
"We must tell him our resolution. 4"
There is no need" said Professor
Ainslie Grey, stepping in through he
open easement II have overheard the !
latter part of your conversation. / hesi-
tated to interrupt yoa before you came
to a conclusion. -
O'Brien stretched out his hand and |
took that OF the woman. They stood to-
gether with the sunshine on their faces.
The professor stood on the easement |
with his hands behind his back, and his
long black shadow fell between them.
"Iou have come TO wise decision"
said he. ''Go hack TO Australia together
and let what has passed be blotted out
of your lives I"
''l'ut you you" stammered
O'Brien.
The professor waved his hand.
Mover trouble about me, " he said.
The woman gave gasping cry.
What can l do or say?" she walled.
"How could / have foreseen this?
thought my old life was dead, but il no
come back again, with all its hopes and
Its desires. What can | say TO Won.
Alnslier | have brought shame and dis
grace upon worthy man. have blasted
your life. How You must hate and
loathe me! / wish to God that had
never been bornp
Il neither hate nor loatLe you, Jean
nette, said the professor quietly.
''fou are wrong in regretting your
birth, for you have worthy mission
before you in aiding the life work of "a
man who has shown himself capable of
ne highest order of scientific research.
cannot with justice blame YOU Der
'onally for what has occurred. How far
he individual monad is to be held re.
for hereditary and ingrained
endehcles is question upon which
clence has not yet said her last word. "
lie stood with his finger tips touching
nd his body inclined as one who is
'ravely expounding difficult and inn
'ersonal subject. O'Brien had stepped
onward TO say something, but the 9th.
RS attitude and manner froze the
words upon his lips. Coincidence would
@ an lmportinonce to ono who could so
asily merge his private griefs in broad
uostions of abstract philosophy ,
1t Is needless to prolong the situa.
on, the professor continued in the
ime measured tones. MY brougham
.ands at the door. beg that you will
Sc 1t as your own. Perhaps it would bo G
) well that you should leave che town {
ithout unnecessary delay. Your /
lings, Jeanette, shall be forwarded. " a
q O'Brien hesitated, with hanging s
cad Il hardly dare offer you my s
and, he said. s.
"On the contrary. think that Of the h
rec of us you come best out Of the o
lair. You have nothing to be- ashamed 81
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"Your sister'- %
Il shall see that the matter is put TO ei
II in its true light Goodbyl Let me a