Western liberal. (Lordsburg, N.M.) 1887-1919, 1896-02-14

only one thing-s0metimes, in telling
me about the families to which her pu-
pills belonged, sho gave n quantity Of
intimate details and told Of imaginary
intrigucs. Sho saw always the romano
around hor 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 { o live
alone with her, often found her occupied
with indifferent things. But l could
pardon these dreams IN a woman young
and unhappy, whcsc life had been n sad
romance, without hOoe Of q happy de-
noaoment.
Once only l became suspicious, or,
rather. uneasy. One Sunday evening
she did not return. l WAS in despair.
What should l do? Go toSt. Gerinuin?
/ could not do that without c~omprulnis-
ing her. However, after a fearful night,
1 had just decided to go there when
she arrived, pale and troubled. Her
sister was i'll; she had remained to cGre
for her. | believed what she told me,
not suspecting Tie TOW Of words which
met the least questioning. Two or
three times, i'll the same week, size re-
turned to spend the night; finally, tho
sister having recovered, she again took
mp her regular and tranquil life.
Unhappily, some time aftorward, 1t
was her turn to fall i'll. One day che
came homo from giving lessons, trem-
bling, weak, feverish. Inflammation
of the lungs declared itself. became
more serious, and soon-tho doctor told
mo-irrcmediable. I was crazed with
grief. Then 1 thought that l would
make her last hours happy. Her family,
which sho loved so much, of which she
was so proud, 1 would bring to her bed
side. without saying anything to her,
/ wrote first to her sister at st. Ger
main aud went myself to the grand
rabbi, her uncle. When 1 arrived Mt
his house, 1 was ushcrcd into I'M ante
chamber, and soon tho grand rabbi came
to receive me
"There are moments, sir" l began,
"when hatred ought to DO forgotten"
He looked at me in establishment. 1
went on:
"Your niece is dyingr'
my niecel have no niecei You
arc mistaken.
81 beg Of you, sir, toforget that fool
ish quarrel. L speak Of Nine. Delocno,
tho wife of Captain
II do not know Mime. Delocho. You
arc mistaken, my child, 1 assure you"
And kindly no pushed INC toward tho
door, taking me for u lunutic or a fool.
l may have looked so, indeed. What
I had heard was so terrible, so mex
pected. Sho had lied, then. But why?
Suddenly an idea struck me. l would
go to tho address Of ono Of her pupils,
Of whom she was always talking, the
daughter Of a well known banker.
mime. Deloche, " l began to the serv-
ant.
"Slle does not 1.-Two here"
eyes; l know that. She is tho lady
who gives piano lessons to the young
ladies"
"There are 10 young ladies in the
house-not oven n piano. L doEot know
what you mean" and she closed tho
door in my face.
l went no farther. 1 was suYo Of re
ceiving the same answer everywhere
Returning to our poor littlc home, a lot
ter was handed me, postmarked st,
Germain. / opened it, Knowing already
what its contents were. Che general die
not know Nine. Doloche. He had, more
over, neither wife nor child.
This was the last blow. SO for five
years every word she had uttered haC
been o lie. A thousand j%calous thought
seized me, and foolishly, not known.
what l did, / ran to the room where sht
lay dying. All tho questions which tor
mentcd mo poured from my lips in
torrent of words. "What did you go Il
st. Germain every Sunday for? 4
whose house have you passed your days
Whore did you stay that night? Como
} answer MOI And l caught hold of her
} searching through her eyes into th
depths Of her soul. But sho RENAME
mute-passive.
1 was trembling with rage. "Yo
never gave lessonsl l havo been every
, where. No one knows you. Conc
? where did you get the money, thos
laces. those jewels"
She gave me one long, sad look, an
that was all. Ishould have spared hol
D 1 should have allowed her to die !
peace. But 1 loyod her too mucl
4 jealousy was stronger than pity.
lyon have deceived mo for fV
years, " / went on. "You have Fed
me every day, every hour. You kno'
0 all Any life, and / know absolutcl
t nothing Of yours. Nothing-not cve
your namel Because it is not your
this name that you bear. Oh, lia
, liari'
D She was dying. and 1 not to kno'
o what name to call hcrl "Como, nov
o who me you? Where did you com
i from? Why did you come into my life
o Speak Tell me something -
a Instead of replying she turned II,
face to the wall, as If she feared thu
b her last look would give up her secret,
7, And thus she died-died withoI
: divulging her secret, a liar to the enc
Translated For Argonaut From Il
y French Of Alphonso Daudet.
!, A Famous Cook.
:, Tho fattening Of poultry has bee
u made the subject of special attention |
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