Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-06-03


any town or village; she was met
sometimes on hills, b. .yers, in val
legs, carrying her child IN her arms.
The people grew afraid Of her; but,
now, see what hap?e..s! Sudd emily,
she appears no more, some one ven
lures to ask this Mon 3ieur Guldmar,
What has become of Madame His
..rswr.' is brief. She Is deAd.' Salts
factory so far, yet not quite; FOR, Ma
dame being dead. then what has be-
come OF the corpse of Madame? 1t
was never seen,--no coffin was ever
ordered-and apparently 1t was never
buried! Bien! What fellows? The
good people of Bosekop draw the only
conclusion Observation-Disclosures Guild
mar. who Is said to have a terrific
ten per, killed Madame and made away
with tor body. Voila!"
and Duprez waved his hand with
an air OF entire satisfaction.
Errif eton's brow grew sombre. This
Is tho story, is it," he asked at last
ut is enough, is it not?" laughed
Dupiez. "Rut. after all, what matter?
IL VIII be novel to dine with a muir"
"Stcp!" said Philip flercely, with so
much authority that the sparkling
Pierre was startled. Call no man by
such name till you know he deserves
it. Ii Guldmar was suspected, as you
on the charger"
Because, we see," replied Macfa
lane. there was not sufficient proof
to warrant such a proceeding. More
over, the actual meenister OF the paris
declared 1t was a. RIGHT, an said this
tions. an maybe, had buried MS wife
wi certain ceremonies peculiar to him
What's wrong WI We now"
For q light flashed on Errlngton's
mind, and with the quick comprehen-
sion 1t gave him, his countenance
cleared He laughed.
That's very likely" he said; "Mr.
Guldmar is a character. He FOLLOWS
the faith of Odin, and not even Dyce-
worthy can convert him TO Christian
ity."
Macfarlane stared with a sort Of
Supplied solemnity.
Mon" he exclaimed Eye never
mean to say there's an actual puir
human creature that in this blessed,
enlightened nineteenth century Of ours,
Is so far misguidit as to worship the
fearful gods O. the Scandinavian NEE
thology"
"Ah!" yawned Lorimer, you may
wonder away, Sandy, but it's true
enough Old Guldmar Is an Odinite.
In this blessed enlightened ninteenth
century of ours, when Christians amuse
themselves by despising ana condemn
ing each other. and thus upsetting all
the precepts of the Master they profess
to follow, there is actually a man who
sticks to the traditions OF his an
cestors. Odd isn't 1t? In this delight
full, intellectual age, when more than
half of us are discontinued with life
and vet don't want to die, there Is a
fine old gentleman, living beyond the
Arctic circle, who is perfectly satisfied
with his existence--not only that, he
Think death the greatest glory that
can befall him. Comfortable state of
things, altogether I'm half inclined
to be an Odinite too"
Sandy still remained lost in astonish-
ment. "Then We don't believe that he
made ava wi his wife," he inquired
slowly.
mot In the least!" returned Lorimer
row, when you see him. He's great
row, when you see him. Hes great
deal better up in literature than you
are, my boy, I'd swear, Judging from
the books he has. And when he men
toned his wife, as he did once. you
could see in his face he had never
done her any harm. Besides, his
daughter"
"Ah; but forgot" interposed Du
PREF again. "The daughter, Thelma,
was the child the mysteriously vanish
ed lady carried In her arms, wandering
with 1t all about the woods and hills.
After her disappearance, another thing
extraordinary happens. The child al
so disappears, and Monsieur Guldmar
lives alone. avoided carefully by every
respectable person. Suddenly the
chilr returns, grown to be nearly a
woman and they say. lovely to an al
almost impossible extreme. She lives
with her father. She, like her strange
never enters church, town, !
or village--nowhere, in fact. where
persons are in any numbers. Three
years ago, 1t appears. she VANISHED
again, but came back at the end Of
ten months. lovelier than ever Since
then she has remained Quiet-com-
posed-but always apart-she may dis
appear at any moment. Droll, is 1t
not. Errington? and the reputation she
has Is NATURAL"
Pray state IT," said Philip, with
freezing coldness. THE reputation
of woman is nothing nowadays,
Fair game-go ont"
But his face was pale and his eyes
blazed dangerously. Almost uneon-
sciously his hand toyed with the rose
Thelma had given him. that still or
namented his button-hole.
Mon D'eu'" cried Duprez in amaze
ment "RNt lock not at me like that