The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-01-29

shaking limbs, and knees at her husband S
side, a glow of freight her little figure
and sunny hair.
you must write something else for me.
/ dear, she says. wjstfully. You know that
can sing, and l believe that [ could dance.
GU must not give me up as useless
My cruelty in putting you to the last or
deal nearly killed you; I'm not likely to re-
| peat such barbarisni he replies, a touch of
irony in his tone. mo, Margaret you must
! De content to remain a modest home-bird.
and leave fame to your holder sisters I must
! turn out love-" he adds, as he rises with
quivering lips, ard goesfto the window, that
! ne may not see her emotion. What night
1t will be!' he exclairns joining her, as, hold
! ing back the curtain, she looks out ct is
impossible to see the river already, on &C
count Of the fog
There is something suggestive of gruesome
crime and myst5ry in the blurred darkness of
| the embankment
The lamps shine with ghostly CLEANS at
regular intervals and pedestrians look like
shadows fitting to and fro.
! l wish you hadn't to go out, Gervais" Meg
/ says, feeling of unaccountable uneasiness
Selling her
He does not echo her wish, but, turning
from the window, gets ready to start.
! tomorrow night it may fine enough for
you to come with me- he remarks, as Meg
folds his scarft, and draws it lovingly about
his throat. You mustn't. miss seeing Carmen
with my gentle Refps
! He leaves the fiat rapidly making his way
I'd the arena. and his wife sits by the hearth,
with a desolate pain in her heart.
I'm of opinion that Rufus is absolutely
tame, Mr.. Golding. We're fraud, for the
creature isn't dangerousi''
Dazzlingly handsome in her gorgeous gold
and-scarlet 81 psy dress, Carmen stands talk
ing to Ger vais in the corridor having lust
left the ring. She is smiling while she fiugs
pack long tress Of raven black hair from
her bare shoulders.
Let your friend, sigislnund CROUCH, VEN
ture INTO the cage, if you want Rufus to show
ms teeth, Gervais replies, grimly.
he does not see the hooking light that
glitters in Garments eyes
She could tell the tiger-t tanner that Sieis-
mund has been in the cage, and that Rufus
Knew better than to show his teeth after one
or two lashes from Sigismund's magic whip.
But !H1t. she only laughs, saying, coquettishly-
| MY friend! You speak as though I had a.
special interest in Mr. CROUCH"
Have you not?" Gervais asks "How fero-
clousiy ne is glaring at me at the present mo-
m m Ihere is tragedy in his glance, and he
| is your slave, is he not?'
"A jealous slave,'' she laughingly retorts
The next instant she is in the dressing
room, taking off her finery, and still clad
in his fantastic robe, Gervais remains to ex-
change few words with Senior Dardanel
| Half an hour later Mr.. Goding is rapidly
walking homeward.
/ The craving for exercise is so strong upon
him that he does not take cab.
piercingly cold wind-a wailing east wind,
that cuts like knfe-and he trudges on
thinking of Garments captivating brillancy
and scarcely at all of Meg.
| NOT that he is not passionately fond of his
blue-eyed wife, but the acrobat's wild and
dauntless courage has strange attraction for
him; she seems to haunt him with her
cleaning. teeth and flashing eyes.
| There is a spice of deviltry in her nature
till now repusive to him. which has a certain
charm when he reflects upon that matchessly
splendid performance in the tiger cage, and,
with all her pretty grace Meg sinks into
the background of his mind while the image
OF the handsome, treacherous woman, who is
evilly plotting against him, rises out of the
mist smiling fearless-a very goddess of
power.
| The embankment, when he nears Chelsea Is
Intensely solitary, and the river shines in
patches under each streak of light that slants
athwart- the vapor-shrouded tide.
| How ineffably dreary is the wintry scene
the melancholy sound of the foghorn ming
ling with the shrieks of the March wind, that
comes tearing across the river!
| The little fiat is not far off, and Meg is
waiting for him, loving and good, the best
wife in the world.
! Her pure face is the only face for him.
and -.
| He halts, looking back, and a figure be-
GENES motionless in the murky darkness.
He can see nothing of it, though he looks
keenly in that direction: hear nothing but the
shrill scream of the wind.
| People have hurried into their houses glad
to be out of the reach of the stormy weather.
and Gervais quickens his pace, along by the
lwater-side, with his hands in his overcoat
pockets, and the wind whistling and shrek
ing Fast him, bringing with it an unpleasant
promise of rain, and hail, and sleet.
The sound of footsteps. stealthily tracking
his, is lost in the March gale, and he is ig-
norant of the danger menacing him.
| But Sgismund CROUCH, fired by Carmen's
fiendish project, giddy with vision of future
luxury and ease, has dire purpose in his
dogged pursuit Of Mr.. Golding, and he creeps
after him through the gloom, with a hideous