The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1898-03-06
Concluded From Last sunday.)
III.
ANXIETIES.

May q.
Sad, sad commencement of a sad day
1t rains. And the rain so much de-
sired during these last weeks of ex-
IRENE heat only adds to my unhappi-
ness.
Everything comes at once.
Baby had a very pad night, very
fretful and very Ieverish, and he is
not much better this morning-his SLEEP
is very ftful and disturbed. I am
waiting the doctors arrival with i'm
patient anxiety. Is it not too much
dear God. this new trial you have sent
me, when ! had as much as 1 thought
l could bear before? For now 1 doubt
no more.
When 1 met Raoul this morning,
asked him, trying to be calm:
Was Nine. Delaveaux at the fete?''
He hesitated before replying.
i believe not; no, 1 am sure she was
not"
1 persisted: Has she left Paris?'
He gave g gesture of Impotence.
My dear, I do not know. Have ]
charge of her affairs? Moreover, beg
of you TO cease talking of Nine. Della
veaux, whom you dislike. Why. have
no idea, for she has always shown her
self most friendly to you
Such rancor mounted within me that
I could not say q word. 1 did not even
say how cruelty anxious I was about
the baby. So be it, Let him amuse
himself away from his home. I would
rather bear alone the weight of my
sorrow. His son is his no longer; 1 will
take him to myself.
1t is nearly 10 o'clock. 1 had been
thinking of all these sad things by my
baby's bedside, waiting the coming of
the doctor. when Kate came to bring
man is waiting my maid said. He
was not sure the package was for
madame"
1 read the direction: Madame de
Boistelle, IS rue Vezelay." Now 1 live
faubourg Saine-Honore. Then, I give
my address: Countess de Boistelle. The
error was evident. I sent for the en-
ployee.
Il have not ordered anything from
your house. Take it back again." said,
handing him the parcel. Il know moth
ing about it,
Mon Dieu, madame" said the man.
I'VE were very sure there was a mis-
take. for we have madames address,
but monsieur, the count. gave the or
der himself, and 1 did not find any one
at rue Vezelay.
At this moment 1 felt sick with
shame, for the man suddenly became
silent. He understood. 1 was able to
reply: That is all right But you
may take it back
And I flew to my chamber in an
agony of weeping.
Thus chance has delivered to me the
secrets of my husband. I know that
Nine. Delaveaux gives him a rendeZ-
vous this evening. 1 know the place
Of the rendezvous. Raoul has not even
taken the trouble to hide his name in
this house where he is to betray me,
and his accomplice is called Countess
de Boistelle, no doubt,
The threads OF the intrigue are in my
hands; what will do with them2 Is
it not my duty to prevent my husband
from being criminal? It is horrible to
me to make the disclosure-to entrap
the guilty. What binders me from
preventing it-from contesting with
this woman for him? When Raoul
comes to luncheon I can say to him: L
know ALL and explain to him how I
got my information, in spite of my
self. Yes, but he will deny it. He has
learned to lie, with his intimacy with
these creatures. and II am so i'll fit
ted to cope with him. 1t would only
end in a scene. He would go out slam
ming the door. He would dine at the
club tonight and meet his appointment
at 13 Vezelay street afterward.
Better say nothing. then, this evening
for him before the door. He will not
be able to deny me. 1 feel, I know it.
Placed between his mistress and his
wife. he will not hesitate. But what
a sickening thing, this waiting in the
Street, this encounter
That mustn't matter II is necessary.
Same day, o'clock.
The physician has been here. He has
not treasured me. Baby is really i'll.
The fever is increasing. I hear every
moment his dear voice. fun of tears,
saying, "Mamma-cOld." He is in a
chill and when l touch his poor little
limbs l find them in q perspiration. I
asked the doctor, rs it serious? Tell
me the truth; / wish to know" He
shook his head and made a little Ses-
ture of uncertainty. ''Serious-mon
Dieu. l do not know-at present. He
simply has a fever, and that is all, and
it may go as it came
And If it should not go2"
"Ah, then It might involve some one
of the illnesses belonging to childhood"
The measles?'
1.-THE -scarlatina"-
Not the smallpox. not that?"
The smallpox This il was which /
feared. 1 had feverishly run over the
morning paper and saw the epidemic
was diminishing in violence, but there
were stir many victims. There are
mothers. as /, who, perhaps. are more
worthy-p0or women of the people:
their only comfort their babies-the
good God takes them. VIII he spare
mine?
no. at least it is not smallpox"
asked in terror.
The doctor did not say. He said the
things I say TO myself to reassure my
self that the child was naturally strong
and healthy, that at present there was
nothing 5f 2 menacing character to
his illness, not the least redness on the
face or body. nOtning-Alasl nothing
any one says to me. nothing I say to
myself convinces me.
At breakfast this morning. Raoul
and !. we talked very little. I noticed,
however, on the part of my husband,
a kindly anticipation of my needs, q
silent way of asking pardon for his i'll
nature of . short time before, or per-
haps Of the wrong he is contemplating,
his betrayal of me tonight He asked:
rs baby better?"
no" I replied. "On the contrary.
his night was not good / am anxious"
Ny eyes filed with tears, as much
from nervousness, as from sadness.
RSoul got UP and come over to kiss
zee. Then / thought of that woman.
he would also touch her cheeks and
lips. l instinctively shrank from him.
He Just touched my hair and took his
place at the table again. I noticed he
was very pale, he broke the stem of his
drinking glass. q moment after. Our
breakfast ended in silence. While
Raoul was Lighting his cigar, 1 went
upstairs to baby.
Have pity on me, dear God, and sus-
tain me, give me the confidence and
the courage Of a true woman amidst