The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1896-05-23

trip abroad. She was in her room one
day, giving orders to her maid, when Alice
came to her, and asked TO speak TO her
alone.
Constance" said Alice, whom do you
think / have seen to-day! Some one
who wishes 10 see YOU
In a moment Constance's face flushed;
for she thought of Frank. and Alice not
ing this, continued hurriedly:
1T was Mr.. FeveraI, dear"
Mr. Feveral" exclaimed Constance.
Alice. have you forgotten he killed the
duke"
He killed the duke; yes, in fair and
open fight Oh, do not look startled, dear.
| do not wish TO condone a murder-but
this was not a murder, and there are
some wrongs which only blood can wipe
out He came to me to-day while l was
walking in the park, and my heart bled
for him, he was so changed"
Half an hour later, when Constance
was again in her sitting room, the door
of the room was opened, and Feveral was
shown in.
Mr. Feveral. Could this indeed be he
this grave, gray man: Although only a
few weeks had passed since she had seen
y
added TO his age; the mask which he had
assumed while in the service of the duke
had been cast aside, and she saw instead
of the plotting spy a weary, heart-broken
man.
Mr.. Feveral" she said, Il sent for you
yes. and now that you are here [ do not
repent of my action | could not speak
because | am 50 sorry to see you like this
you are 50 changed
He smiled sadly. Il have no longer a
part to play" he said; my work on earth
is done All l pray for now is death. My
one JOY i'll life has gone from me, ana
have lived to avenge her; that was all |
crayed for, to see the man who had killed
my wife and wrecked my happiness dead
at my feet.
You have suffered So much,' she said;
Il am sorry for you"
She held out her hand: he took it, held it
in both Of his, and the next moment was
gone.
Since that day two years have come and
gone; the London season is at its height
again, and the tragic story of the death of
the Duke d'Azzeglio has passed entirely
from every mind.
The spring has come on with unusual
brightness: So thinks Sir John Priestly
as he sits at the window of his study gaz-
ing out upon his garden, where his wife is
busy amongst her flowers.
His wife. none other indeed than our
old friend. Alice Greybrook. looks up and
heclons to him, and he obediently rises
and goes down.
Il have news" she said, brightly. Con
stance is coming home"
You don't say SOL
But do. just listen"
She produced from her pocket a letter
and commenced to read
We are coming back. dear and would
like to stay with you for Il few days before
taking possession Of our home. Frank has
managed to dispose of my old house in
Park Lane. 50 | thank heaven l shall have
nothing now to remind ne Of that one ter
rihIc episode IN our lives. Frank and
ar" as much united as if we had never
been parted: and shall try to forget that
there was ever Il time when | was not his
wife CONSTANCE"
That same evening happy party gath
cred in Sir John Priestly's dining room.
There was Alice, fulfilling the duties of
hostess; near to her was Constance, and
on her right was Frank, looking hand
somcr than ever. The talk was flowing
merrily. when it was interrupted by Alice.
DO YOU know what to-day is?" she
cried. 1t is the anniversary of the day
on which we were all married"
Then let Us drink toast cried Frank
''PricstIy. old fellow, may you and Alice
bc as happy as you deserve to be; and
may Connie and continue as We are; ell,
Conuie|'
She laughed ana nodded, and drank the
toast. (Ghe end)