The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-09-27

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! Raymond had succumbed-three to the
| influences of the climate, one from the
| effects of wound. But TriX did not read
| the papers much, and of course no one
told her about these tragedies.
At last, Sir Paul who was by this time
| Mrs. Blencowes ideal of all that was gen.
erous and noble and faithful, prevailed
| upon the parents OF the woman he loved
! to allow great London doctor to come
and see her. They hesitated, knowing
that the expense would be great, and that
| they themselves could by no possibility
defray it. But after the general had had
/ short and earnest conversation one day
with Trixs mother, that lady came out
| of his library, fearful, smiling and ac-
| quiescent.
1T seems too wonderful Johnr she
cried to her half-pay colonel. "Ill as TrlX
still is, and she is certainly not half as
| pretty now as either Bertha or Ada Sir
! Paul wishes-yes, actually wishes to
marry her! He says we need, therefore,
have no scruples about sending for doc
tors, or taking anything else from him.
! Isn't it a marvel!'
| Upon Mrs Blencowe devolved the task
Of communicating this astounding intel
| lgence to her daughter. She told her
one afternoon when Trix was a little bet
ter, and sitting in a huge armchair by
the window. The girl colored painfully
| all over her little thin face, and tears
| stood in her eyes.
Il cant! I can'tp she said. 81 am
still Rays wife, What would he think if
/ he still knows anything about me, if I
married any one else!"
Then Mrs. Blencowe talked to her Sc
riously and pathetically. After all, Sir
| Paul would never expect the same devo-
ton from his wife as she had given to
Ray; but ought not TriX to be grateful
| for all his wonderful kindness and good
ness to her? Then she should think Of
her sisters. And so on, and 50 on. A
very old story, but not a cheerful one.
So Trix, still with that far-off look in
her eyes, was wheeled to church in her
| bath-chair on a pale sunlight and still
| showers, and married to Sir Paul Red
! grave. The London doctor had spoken of
atrophy-shock to the nervous system. He
| had recommended fresh air, with abso-
! lutely no fatigue-and later on, as soon
as possible, complete change of scene.
You must not let her give in and stay
| in bed all day." he said. "She is very
weak-but that sort of life eXhausts her
even more. And let her go to a new place
somewhere where the are no old asso-
Citations Of illness, or anything else that
is painful"
A month or two afterwards, people who
saw Sir Paul and Lady Redgrave at the
foreign watering place where he had ia
ken his wife, marveled at his patience
| and devotion. Could they have known
| the aching disappointment, the duh men
| tai tortures that he endured, while out
wardly so gentle, and kindly and though
full they would have marveed very much
more Now that what he had longed for
so madly was his own--the woman that
| he had schemed-yes, there was no use
in blinking the fact-erred irretrievably to
obtain, what was his life worth to him?
Beatrix gave him, perhaps, little graft
| tude, half-Weary recognition OF mis- ado
ration, but surely never a particle of love,
as he understood the word. And how
| over-confident he had been He had felt
| so sure that he could win her affection
in the end that he had even been con-
! summate fool enough to picture to him
| self a scene in which one day he should
tell her his dreary secret-that he had
| committed an act of the basest and vilest
| motive-that he had lied many times, and
broken in desire by no means one of the
| least of the commandments-all for her.
| WAS not that the greatest proof of love,
| after all?" he would say to her. ''If
| man who is accounted honorable, COM
mits a degrading fault for my sake, I
| surely ought to value his devotion far
more than that of the virtuous friend who
has not suffered by far the greatest Of
| all torture for me? Sir Paul walked up
and down in his little salon. looking hag-
| gard and tired out. How could he ever
| have dreamt that he could confess such
| things to her-or that IL he did she would
| understand and forgive? She so pure and
| truth loving, so cruelty Indifferent to him.
| What was left to him now but to drag on
| his round of weary days, acting an
! invalid's nurse to woman who scarcely
| smiled when he came into her room; VINO,
| when he tried sometimes to tell her how
| dear she was to him would only turn her
| head away and cry like frightened child.
| Impatiently, he flung open the window
| leading to the garden and went out. 1t
! was very late when he returned for he
had found an old English friend, who
| had prevailed on him to stay with him for
| dinner. AS he drew near the hotel he no
| ticed the figure of his wife's maid stand
| ing by the porch, in earnest conversation
| with the fat landlord and another man.
! 'Dieu mercii Monsieur has comet" cried
the maid. Madame has become much
worse during the last two hours. The
doctor is with her. 1 came down to see
| if there were signs of monsieur. No one
knew where he had gone"
Sir Paul ran up the wide staircase as
swiftly as a boy. People coming down to
the table d'hote stared curlously at him.
| He was almost breathless when he came
into Trix's room. The doctor and a wo-
| man were bending over her.
Good God! what is it 2" cried Redgrave,
his face quite old and grey.
"Helas, monsieur c'est la mortr' MUIR
INJURED the French doctor, with a melodra-
matte air, waving his hands.
Trix was propped up with cushions,
gasping for breath.
my darling-my wife--look at me! Don't
| you know me?"
The doctor and the nurse moved dis
| creetly away, the latter alternately rub
bling her eyes and crushing a large pock-
| et-handkerchief in her fingers.
Speak to me, Trixie, my own little
| child. Do you forgive me for-for-What
| is it?--Whom do you want?'
She was looking quite beyond him, as IL
/ she saw some one else coming in at the
| door Then she started, smiled and put
out both her arms. Sir Paul drew her into
his own, and bent down to hear some
thing that she whispered. 1t was a name,
| but not his own. And with the smile
] still upon her tired face, she died.
(The End
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