Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-12-08

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counterpart, whom l believed to be seek
ing her. Once indeed, when Dcsborough,
a great limbed lawyer, with broad, deter.
mined hands and a close mouth, Swallowed
the house, I grew fearful for her. He
would sit for hours u~nspeaking, in il cor
ner of her drawing room, while she poured
tea for her visitors, discoursed literature
and abused and initiated her %ncighbors
and acquaintance, never her friends, and
he would laugh modify sometimes at her
tiippancies and friyolities. She rode II lit
tie old pony her husband had given her,
which rarely, if ever, went out of a fast
walk, which just suited Dorothy, whom
no amount of rulings would make a good
rider, though she looked well on horse
back. The pony was afflicted with a wet
nose, and Dorothy would climb down
many times and wipe it gently with the
little lace rag she called her handkerchief
Desboreugh would accompany her OH
these excursions, coming back moodier
still and with a devouring passion staring
in his eyes, but one day when they return
ed his face was old and pallid, and there
was a little hardness about her mouth, so
that / knew he had spoken, and she, as
usual, had been merciless. He left for
England the next day, though all his in
terests were in the country.
When Lewis L%yndhurst walked into the
shade of her red lamp, l was so busy al
LAYING my fears of Desborough that l
hardly noticed him. So he and Dorothy
trod the old path unrestricted by my
guarding eye and he drank deep of the
cup of Circe. All, and she put her lips
to it, too, and SO was the tragedy of Iris
tram and Iseult once more to tell.
1t came upon me very suddenly. l
was sitting by her as she lay among the
purple silk cushions of her divan with her
hands under her head among her glimmer-
ing hair. She was wearing what l called
her tragic" gown, a loose tea gown of
emerald green satin, with gold dragons
vomiting scarlet peoples all over it, and
she gossiped casually while l stroked the
glossy dragons.
"Peter,'' she said suddenly, "a certain
person Is beginning to occupy my thoughts
more than is quite cool or comfortable"
dorothy, don't talk rot" l said, with
| CHASTITY j%auntiness. "You're only trying
to make me miserable"
she wears red ties, dear, and he says,
Amt you coming?' What! How can
one help caring?"
For a moment my fears were sOothed.
Then the doorbell rang and Lyndhurst
was shown in. l wonder if a man will
ever look at me as he looked at her? 1t
would be something worth living and
dying for, / think. l turned to her, and
the light behind her eyes as they rested on
him shriveled my soul within me.
Cn,,, t.tLo No rinr,irr NY pf tho on1-
ing" One morning as L sat at breakfast
with my brothers came a little note to
me, addressed simply to "Peter," as was
her quaint fashion. "Come to me" was
all it said. l flew, and, coming, found
her on her divan. She was clad in her
tragic gown, and her face was heaven lit
like a lustrous sunset and happier than ]
had ever seen it. l knew at ono what
was to face. / knelt down and kissed he1
again, and then, being a weak fool, 1 cried
all over her face and her lovely gown.
ave are going tonight, Peter" she
crooned in her golden voice.
"No, no, Dorothy, darling; never, new
er. You shall not 60"
"We are going tonight, dear" and she
stroked my hair; ''going together to fine
those islands of the blest."
"No, Dorothy, no." I moaned.
"Mayn't l have q little happinessp" she
asked fiercely. "What has my life been
Peter?" Then relapsing into an infinite
tenderness, "You see, Peter, he cannot dc
without me-we cannot do without each
other"
Later, when / was stonily calm, she tolt
me their plans. They were going to taxi
horses that night and ride for initial
getting fresh horses there and a cart tt
take them to Beira-and then straight
home. Once out Of the country they wer,
safe.
"But Kniven?" l asked. He will fol
low you, and you are not a good rider
Dorothy"
"Oh, 1 will ride-ITl ride like thu
DEVIL" with a little laugh. "And I shall
be with him, Peter. Kniven will be ava,
at a billiard match, and we shall get
good start-and he may not follow u.s."
I thought l knew him better.
In the twilight I saw them off. Sh'
went in her riding habit, taking nothing
with her, and for the last time I straight
ened her shirt for her and gave her thu
reins. Then l took Lyndhurst by thu
hands, and looking into his eyes cried t.
him to be good to her, to love her all hi,
life, never to let her regret, and he prom
Used in a voice deep with love. They So,
dark men are as true as men can be. .Thel
when I had kissed her little stockinget
ankles and she had said, BLESS you, littl'
Peter, If a wicked woman's blessing cal
do any good, and goodby, " they rode ava.
into the night, and l lay down on IN.
face in the grass with my heart full of thu
tragedies of life. After awhile l stumbled
blindly homeward, a wild wish struggling
within me that some one would come an
take mt away, too, and that We four
Dorothy, Lewis, the other and I-migh'
all go together and find the islands of thu
blest. As l neared the house a man CAM
into view under q lamp some few yard
off. He had a white, fury dashed face
with a mouth set hard and cruel. Then
tainted.
1t was only horse against horse, and HI
came upon them at a farmhouse befor
they had even got half way.
/ rode out with my brothers, who hat
loved her, too, and the Clergyman VIII
buried them. When ! had hidden the ugl.
mark on her forehead with flowers, ther
was nothing to revolt in the sweet calr
of her face, but we covered his face al
over with them. And I believe they ar
forgiven and have found the islands Of tn
~blest.-Denver News.
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Ladies' Home journal. "Thihk of tn
story of Henry Esmond:' think of til