Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1899-02-23
became deeply interested 4 !, r. her sb,

torn this way and that by hopes and
fears. H,i5x< III JS5 ]
,-,When, a woman is suffering agonies
through her love for one man.. another
may wrap himself inextricably in the
flying threads of her life, and become
more near, more dear to her than she
has any knowledge of, by standing
silent but ever in readiness at her right
hand, She will turn to him for, help.
And when a woman goes to a man for
help, those feeble hands so piteously
outstretched2 hold in their open palms
the links of a chain which binds lives
together--loosely, it. may be, but there
is bond nevertheless, and 'sthe bands
of love are said to loose" 49,. ~
Martin Arthur and Maria Rcupell
found their lines laid side by side, felt
the fetters that stretched lightly from
wrist to wrist were necessary to each
other, and knew tina tit was so. e>-.y =
Three years passed and George sRo11-
pell did not return, and out of the life
of his widow his memory was SLOWLY,
softly, irresistibly shouldered by the
flmy, insidious ghost the personality
of another man. One day the ghcst:put
on immortality, and the likeness Of
Gods own image, and Maria Roupell
found the cold, intangible shape en-
dowed with flesh and .blood-eyes that
looked int to her very soul, strong arms
that held her against a broad breast,
lips that spoke words Of passionrslike "a
flame of fire. that took their answer
from hers and would not be denied, and
behold! she awoke. and there was no
friend any more, but a lover in deed
and truth. @:>v .~~ ~s..-....-
Martin, Martini" she said, looking
up at him with a great love and des-
perate fear struggling for the. su-
premacy in her beautiful dark face, "if
l knew!-0. God! if knew! Blu. I do
not. I may be no widow. at ALL may
be his wife still, and in that case
TN that case I love you just the same,
and nothing can alter it, he answered.
"1ou have no proofs? Then proofs
shall be obtained, if we have to search
every inch of the Atlantic. Do you
think I mean to let you go-to let a
shadow separate us? Dearest woman
in the world, the thing has got to be
done, and will do it, -
l. "And--if he is not dead?" said. her
eyes,: she herself was past utterance.
s"@H He only looked back into thoseeyes
and laughed little queer laugn.yery
softly, pressing both her hands to his
lips. There would be time to consider
things on the day when he and the liv-
ing George. Roupell met face tol@face
with their worlds like "two cities in a
thousand ships: all fighting for a WON
an on. the sea- 3 %.
But, in the meanwhile, he was to leave
her. No, there must not be any more
words of love; things were outwardly
to go. on as before, and ifshe could not
keep his distance she would forbid him
to see her until all the suspense was
over, and the mystery cleared. She was
firm. Then he got a little angry. He
found this 'love-making so pleasant;
she was very fair in his eyes; her south
ern beauty set his blood alight, and the
touch of uncertainty fired his dramatic
perceptions. But her mind was made
up, and SO he..went, his last protesta-
tions wearing an extra fervor, to cloak
his rising anger, and in defiance of
what,he chose toterm her GOODNESS. and
inwardly considered her obstinacy.
/ Maria Roupell, again alone, prayed
God on her knees to clear the ways for
her and put this torturing tangle
straight Perhaps that was why Mar
tin Arthur died and was buried, and she
stood before the mirror fortnight
after the. funeral and laugh ed because
all the tears were shed, and all the
prayers were prayed, and life hence
!. forth held no more for herof either.
"Dorinda, you are looking very III,
my child" -
I'm really quite WE'LL only-but per
$%hhaps it's a mercy. to be, thought i'll
when one is merely miserable. ~ \ *
Girls are fools, Mrs. Roupe1l! And do
they always leave off folly when they
become women?. Oh, forgive me! al
am talking nonsense I've, got into tlfe
habit OF: it because it is easier than say
Ing nothingIIJand feeling a great black
curtain coming slowly slowly down
down down. observation-disclosures, 10
III think. <, = r. : Your moqrning;I e.
yy~you! What am L saying? ButI
wish 1 had an excuse for wearing it's
aria sRoupell Looked sat, the pretty,
.pathetically, pretty face. of" the girl b
foresjjher. Twenty gay 81 summers haa
Writtenftheir record therein gold ana
rose. and white "a and d. now bad come 4
FROST q Il g ffrost, and the foweK
i Like head was bent beneath it, and THE
eide Swoman> gazed and th ough tsof the
white blossoms .perishinig 81 slpo that
grave SO seldom a bsent from her mental
eyes: She shuddered and came back to
things Of the NONE and SLOW So s d1il