The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1895-08-25
THE ROANOKE TIMES, SUNDAY, AUGUST Is, 1895.

What happy times Of work and con-
tiderce we had! suspected nothing.
Everything she said appeared so true,
80 natural. could reproach her with
only one thing-sometimes, in telling
me about the families TO which her pu-
pills belonged, she gave quantity of
intimate details and told of Imaginary
intrigues. She saw always tho romance
around her and seemed to live in dra-
matte combinations. These dreams trou-
bled my happiness. I, who wished to
fly far from the rest of the world to live
alone with her, often found her occupied
With indifferent things. But 1 could
pardon these dreams in n woman young
and unhappy, whose life had been a sad
romance, without hope of happy do
nouement
Once only l became suspicious, or,
rather, uneasy. Ono Sunday evening
she did not return. was in despair.
What should do? Go toSt Germain?
Icould not do that without compromis-
ing her. However, after fearful night,
had just decided to go there when
she arrived, pale and troubled. Her
sister was i'll; she had remained to care
for her. believed what she told me,
not suspecting the flow of words which
met the least questioning. Two or
three times, in the same week, sho re-
turned to spend the night; finally, the
sister having recovered, she again took
up her regular and tranquil life.
Unhappily, some time afterward, it
was her turn to fall ILL One day she
came home from giving lessons, tren-
bling, weak, feverish Inflammation
of tho lungs declared itself, became
more serious, and soon--tho doctor told
me-irremediable- was crazod with
grief. Then thought that I would
make Der last hours happy. Her family,
which she loved so much, of which she
was so proud, would bring to her bed
side Without saying anything to her,
L wrote first to her sister at St Ger
main and went myself to the grand
rabbi, her uncle When I arrived nj
his house, l was ushcrcd into an ante
chamber, and soon tho grand rabbi came
to receive me.
There are moments, SIR began,
when hatred ought to DO forgotten. "
He looked at me in astonishlncnt. T
went on:
your niece is dyingp'
my niecel I have no niece! You
are mistaken.
II beg OF you, sir, to forget that fool
ish quarrel speak of Nine. Delocho,
the wife of Captain'-
II do not know Nine Delocho. You
arc mistaken, my child, assure you. ~
And kindly he pushed mo toward tho
door, taking me for a 1unatic or fool
may have looked so, indeed. What
I had heard was so terrible, so unex
pected. She had lied, then, But why?
Suddenly an idea struck Inc. would
so to the address of one of her pupils.
of whom she was always talking, tho
daughter of a we'll known banker.
Mime Deloche," began to the serv-
ant.
Sho does not live hero"
Eyes; 1 know that She is the lady
who gives piano lessons to the young
ladies'
There arc no Young ladies in the
house-not oven piano. I do not know
what You mean, and she closed the
went no farther. I was sure of re-
ceiving the same answer everywhere.
Returning to our poor little home, let
ter was handed me, postmarked st.
Germain. 1 opened it, knowing already
what its contents were. The general did
not know Nine. Deloche He had, more
over, neither wife nor child.
This was the last blow. So for five
years every word she had uttered had
been lie. ~ thousand jealous thoughts
seized me, and foolshly, not knowing
what did, [ ran to the room where she
lazy dying. All tho questions which tor
mentcd me poured from my lips in "a
torrent of words. what did you go to
st. Germain every Sunday for? At
whose house have you passed your days?
Where did you stay that night? Come.
answer moi And l caught hold of her,
searching through her eyes into the
depths of her soul But she remained
mute-passive
was trembling with rage. "You
never gave lessons! have been every
where No ono knows you. Come,
where did you get tho money, those
laces. those jewels?'
She gave INC one long, sad look, and
that was all. Ishould have spared her,
l should have allowed her to die in
peace. But / loved her too much.
jealousy was stronger than pity
"You have deceived me for five
years." l went on ''You have lied to
me every day, every hour. You know
all my life aud T know ohsolntol1
nothing of yours. Nothing-not even
your name Because it is not yours,
this name that you bear. Oh, liar,
liar'
Sho was dying, and not to know