The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1896-05-16


about her visit. how pretty the children
were and how happy they all were to-
gether. II seemed TO make her so un-
happy that redoubled my tenderness in
order 70 make her forget her sorrow.
What happy times Of work and con-
hdence we had ! suspected nothing.
Everything she said appeared so true,
so natural / could reproach her with
only one thing-sometimes. In telling
me about the families to which her pu-
pills belonged. she gave a quantity Of
intimate details and told OF imaginary
intrigues. She saw always the romance
around her and seemed TO live in dra-
matte combinations These dreams trou-
bled my happiness. /, who wished to
fly far from the rest Of the world TO live
alone with her, often found her occupied
with Indifferent things But l conld
pardon these dreams In woman young
and unhappy. whose life had been sad
romance. without hope Of happy do
movement
Once only l became suspicious. or,
rather, uneasy One Sunday evening
she did not return. l was in despair
What should do? Go to ST. German?
could not do that without compromis-
ing her. However, after fearful night,
/ had just decided 10 20 there when
she arrived. pale and troubled. Her
sister was i'll: she had remained 10 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. she re-
turned to spend the night; finally. the
sister having recovered, she again took
up her regular and tranquil life
Unhnppily. some time afterward. it
was her turn to fall i'll One day she
came home from giving lessons, trem-
bling weak. feverish Inflammation
Of the lungs declared itself, became
more serious. and soon-the doctor told
me--irrcmediable | was crazed with
grief Then l thought that | would
make her last hours happy. Her family.
which she loved no much. Of which she
was 80 proud. would bring to her bed
side. Without saying anything TO her,
/ wrote first to her sister at St. Ger
main and went myself to the grand
rabbi, her uncle When | arrived at
his house, l was ushered into m ante
chamber, and soon tho grand rabbi came
to receive mo.
There arc moments, sir" | began,
"when hatred ought 10 be forgotten. "
He looked at me. in establishment l
went ON:
"Your niece is dyingr'
"My niece have no niece You
are mistaken. -
IL beg OF you, sir. TO forget that fool
ish quarrel speak Of Mime. Deloche,
the vito OF Captain
81 do not know Mime. Deloche. You
And kindly he pushed me toward the
door. taking me for lunatic or fool
l may have looked 40, indeed What
had heard was so terrible, so unex-
pected. She had lied then. But why?
Suddenly an idea struck me. would
20 10 the address Of ono Of her pupils,
Of whom she was always talking. the
daughter OF well known banker.
"Mme. Deloche. | began to tho serv-
ant.
"She does not live here.
YES; l know that She is the lady
who gives piano lessons 70 the young
ladies. "
There are no young ladies in the
house-not oven "A piano. donot know
what you mean. and she closed the
door in my face.
went no farther. ] was sure OF re-
ceiving the same answer everywhere.
Returning TO our poor little home. n let
ter was handed me- postmarxed St.
Germain. | opened It, knowing already
what it's contents were. The general did
not know Nine. Deloche He had. more
over, neither wife nor child
This was tho last blow. So for five
years every word she had uttered had
been "a lie A thousand jealous thoughts
seized me. and foolishly. not knowing
what did ran TO the room where she
lay dying. All tho questions which tor
mented me poured from my lips in n
torrent Of words. "what did you go to
St. German every Sunday fort At
whose house have you passed your daysg
Whore did you stay that nightY Come.
answer mei' And 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 one knows you. Come,
where did you get the money those
laces. those jewelsf"
She gave mo ono long, sad look. and
that was all Ishould have spared her.
should have allowed her TO die in
peace. But l 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. and l know absolutely
nothing Of yours. Nothing-not even
your namei Because IL is not yours.
this name that you bear. Oh. liar.
liar
She was dying, and / not to know
what name to call her Come, now.
who are your Where did you come
from; Why did you come into my lifes
Speak Tell me something -
Instead Of replying she turned her
face 10 the wall. a. II she feared that
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