The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-05-12

uDScuIcu HeTScli cOnJlnuully. Il went
on, unconsciously treading in dan
gerous path; my feet were upon tho
edge of swirling vortex; one swift
movement and | would be lost.
II was certainly very pleasant for
me TO have the beautiful face of our
guest opposite me when / sat down to
read at night-to read aloud; with
Daisy in corner, quiet and unobtrus-
i've, keeping out OF the way, because
she was too proud to interfere. And
blind fool-never dreamed the
truth.
One night, Florence sat at the piano,
in the moonlight which flooded the
room. She had begged that the gas
should not be lighted; and there she
sat, her white fingers touching the
keys, while her sweet, low voice sang,
softly, tenderly, meaningly, the words
of sad old song-A LIES Regret:
Turning the leaves In an idle way.
or a book was skimming this other day,
found u line at the end OF n song
Which keeps on haunting me all day long
With its sweet and mogrnful melody:
Oh love my love, had you loved but mei'
Shdder o burden could never be-
Ah"ii SoNSi my ioNcI Hdu you iONcl DuI Hlc'
Sew words and simple but oh how much
The singer had told in that little touch
How hard q story of chances lost,
or Dri hi hopes blighted and true love crossed
Is heard in the whispered melody
oh love, my love, had you loved but mel
To mnny sorrow the key may be:
on love, my love, had you loved but me" "
Her eyes met mine with look in
their depths which made my heart
leap. 1t was not lovc-thank God for
that-but gratificd vanity, which
more than one man has mistaken for
love.
My hand went down upon hers and
imprisoned the velvet fingers
"Florence.'I murmured, "why did
you jilt me? Why did you east me off?"
Her head dropped.
Il will tell you frankly" she said.
81 was mercenary, and you were not
rich. Mr.. Cheswicke was million
airc-and-and l madly threw aside
your love for his gold! Oh, Charlie!
ever since! My heart has wcpt tears
of blood over my mad mistallc!"
Now, it happened-or had kind
Providence directed it?-that / had
heard n different version of this story
that day-had heard it from no less
person than old Mr.. Cheswiclle him
self. She had engaged herself to him,
but ne distrustcd the disinterestedness
of her motives, and had come to her
one day and told her that his fortune
was gonc-lost in mad venture, and
he was poor man. She had promptly
released him from the engagement.
So, knew just what value to set
upon the fair lady's tale Of woe"
But some devil prompted me and
stopped and kissed her upon the shin
ing, dark hair, which she wore in
huge knot ut the back Of her head.
Poor child!' | said softly.
There was the rustic of skirts,
flash OF white drapery, and, with
gasp, | realized that my wife, stand
ing unobserved beside the open win
dow, had overheard and witnessed the
scene.
With muttered imprecaton over
my own madness, / dashed through
the open window and followed her.
"Daisy!' / called aloud, wait, dear!
! wish to speak with you'
But she never stopped, never turned
to left nor right, and | followed in
mad pursuit. On, on. slight and frail
as she was, / overlook her and caught
her in my arms.
"Now tell me, my wife, what were
you going to do?" l whispered.
She struggled to get free.
II am going away" she cried, in
dignantly. "You love that bad
woman, Charlie! will go and leave
you to your own devices"
you will do nothing of the sort"
returned, firmly. Come back to the
house with me, my darling. We will
cast out the evil spirit, and henceforth
only love and peace shall reign within
our home"
With Daisy on my arm, re-entered
the house, and there / told Miss War
donr in few well-chosen words, that
had fathomed her scheme to bring
discord and ruin into happy home.
She listened in sullen silence; then
she arose and coldly withdrew.
The next morning she entered my
waiting carriage and was driven to
the nearest station. She has gone to
Canada to live, and nobody here
misses her. But, remembering her
subtle fascination-th fascination of
the serpent, feel very grateful that
old Mr.. Cheswcke had appeared in
time to keep me from falling into her
wicked net. For even the strongest
man is not always proof against a
wicked woman's wiles.
Japan's Cruel Divorce Law.
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