The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1897-11-30
A HONEYMOON.


he said slowly, and then the girl broke
down into storm OF wild, hysterical
weeping, covering away from him with
bent head.
my poor child My dear little girl
You are quite overdone 20 she heard his
voice saying in quite changed tone.
Come and sit down and let us think
what Is for the best. /"
She suffered him TO lead her to a couch
and sat down, burving her head in tine
pillows.
Mr.. Thompson was not accustomed TO
women, and her long drawn sobs and
the piteous hoave OF her shoulders went
TO his very heart.
You ask me to let you go Anne
But what would you do then? Would
you 90 10 your mothers"
Ion. TO. no"
81 thought rot. And. as you bear my
name, in common fairness to myself i
could not let you go alono into the
world. "
She said something incoherent between
her sobs of wishing she were dead.
For Gods sake, child, don't treat me
as an enemy" he said bitterly "Listen !
You must share my home; there is no
helm Tor that. But in all other respects
will leave you utterly free. Only ask
you. for your own sake, not TO see that
man again.
Through her own distress the sense OF
his generosity reached Anne's soul.
"You are very kind to me, ;" she said
family.
~ will think It out I will see whether
i can think Of anything better But Won
must give me time, be said. II will let
you know tomorrow. Perhaps you would
like TO go to your room now. The
waiter might be coming up with the din
ner.'
Anne compiled, thankful to be alone.
and sent word by the maid that she did
not want sany dinner So the BRIDE
groom dined alone under the watcbful
eve OF the waiter. who formed his own
conclusions on the situation.
Anne was lying on her bed. worn out
with tie emotion OF the cay. when about y
o'clock She heard IA rap al the door and
her husbands s voice asking II be might
speak TO her.
She got up and went to him. looking at
him with eyes full Of apprehension.
II am going out for a stroll and smoke,
and | thought ! would just come TO see
how you were.
ION. ! am better, thank you, said
Anne quickly. He paused, looking at
her with an expression she could not in
terpret Stoutness, bald head and u
iiorid complexion cut one off from much
comprehension by ones fellows.
We'll, good Dight, then, he said awk-
wardly.
'GOOd night said Anne.
He held out his hand and she laid hers
in it, He could feel the nervous twitch
in the slender fingers.
II am going TO think IL over, you know.
Good night, T" he said once again and
turned away.
lie lighted cigar and strollng along
the cliffs proceeded To think il over.
What conclusion he came TO can never
be certainly known, but the next day the
following paragraph appeared In an even
ing paper:
Fatal Accident to Bridegroom "A
most lameBtable occurrence took place at
Dover last night, Mr. Richard Thompson,
Thompson, Goodrich a. Co., who had Just
started on his wedding trip, was found
living cead at the bottom of the cliffs. 1t
is supposed that the unfortunate gentle
man missed lis footing In the darkness.
His body was discovered by some fisher
men, and was easily identified by tho
papers in his pockets
IL was nearly year later before his
bride.widow married Charlie Dacre His
voice and looks, when be had bidder her
farewell mt the door of her room, haunted
her. It was absurd Tn suppose that well
to do British merchant could carry love
TO such height as TO lay down his life TO
make a woman who did not love him
happy, and yet--no, she dared not lst
herself believe II. such q love would have
demanded lifelong fidelity TO his
mere memory.
So she married the man she loved, with
whom she was happy enough But the
memory of her honeymoon never quite
faded from her mind. Madame.