Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1894-01-06

movements and went out 10 her work.
Her white face in those days evoked
the pity OF strangers
a poor creature that ought to be
ian the hospital rather than in the
streets" thought the passers by Not
long for this world" said one. There
is death in that face" said another
Other days there were when ali her
limbs seemed one great aching pain;
Iyet she crawlcd down the steep old
staircase ana into the dim morning
streets; and like an old horse which
begins his day stinly and feebly, and
lShuflcs himself into trot under the
soad of the whip. She gathered un
her strength for the journey, and
.quic)sened her pace rs she ncared her
goal.
Not one day did she miss in all those
ltoilsome weeks Happily there were
the sundays, blessed intervals of res
.pite and rest which gave her new
strength for the coming six days
On these quiet SabbatBs she rested
Jan day long, lying on her bed like
IA los hardly moving hand or foot,
reading little now ana then, but
for the most part, restng-only resting
.-in a state of apathy, which was lit.
tie more than semi-conSciousness.
/ Again and again the Dwands urged
her to 80 ou,t with them on the sun
day, to get FIRE, \ air, change, little
innocent gaiety a few hours of forget
fulness in some pretty rustic spot.
They offered 10 take her to Asniercs,
to Bougival, to Marty lie Roi
In vain
81 have good deal of walking
every day" she said, Il Ike to rest
only 10 rest on sundays"
She did not tell them that the agony
of WEAKNESS was sometimes SO acute
towards the close of the week that
nothing but this long day of total
inertia could have enabled her to re
sumo the round of toll
Bur you never go to mass now
Kathleen" said Rose, with gentle re
proachfulness. You used to go regu.
lally TO the dear old church yonder, s.
with a little motion of her head to
wards Notre Dame.
/ Used yes But he was alive then
and | went to pray for him. Now
no, | could not kneel and pray in a
church Not yet, not yet There is a
cloud Of blood that swims before my
eyes when ! try TO look up to heaven.
Oouobcr was passing, 1t was the
middle of the month-the l6th--and
still no sign of Serizier. Her days
work was over, and Kathleen was
walking slowly, with down-cast eyes
and dropping head, along the Rue dc
GaLande. in the dusk of evening. She
had been watching for more than an
hour i'm front Of an obscure workshop
at the end of the street There was q
Belgian name over the door She had
seen two men leave the house. one a
workman. the other a man OF some
what superior appearance, who looked
like the master The workshop was
small poorlooking; and, according tC
her knowledge Of the trade, these two
men would be in all likelihood the
complete staff. But she made up hel
mind To 20 back next morning e
watch the men going to their work
ana 10 make inquiries as TO the mum
Der employed She never struck &
workshop off her list until she had
made herself mistress of her facts.
Suddenly, in the autumnal dusk, she
locked up, startled by the rattling OF
IAN empty truck over the rough stones
OF the roadway, She looked up, ana
found herself face to face with a man
in a ragged blouse, wheeling truck.
The man was Serizier.
She had not one moment Of doubt
not passing shadow Of hesitation
clouded the clearness of her mind,
This was SeriZier
She had seen him last in the pomp
of his warlike accoutremcntS plumcd
hat, clanbing sword, and sabretasch
red scarf, breast bcdizened with gold
embroidery, chin and lip shrouded by
a heavy military moustache, erect
.audacious arrogant lording it over an
admirins crowd.
Today the man was olcau-shaved
he seemed 10 hav" grown smaller, as
N bent double Win lOad OF lgnOmlny
shrunk into his sordid inner self, less
ened morally and physically by the
loss Of plumcs and gold lace, and the
insolence Of successful audacity.
But Kathleen was not the less sure
of his identity Those restless shift
ing eyes, more unquet than ever now
that the man had fallen TO the levc
Iof hunted criminals those evillookinl
eyes were not to be forgotten. 1t was
he
Cold and trembling, Kathleen totter
ed and rcelcd against the wall. Fol
la few moments her eyes were dim
land her brain was clouded, the pas
sionate beating of her heart was al
most unbcarable; then, collecting hel
senses with a supreme effort she
turned and followed her prey, keeping
at respectful distance, and in thu
shadow Of the houses. She saw hin
wheel his truck into a little yard be
longing to the curriers' workshop
watched him come out again and e