Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1899-03-23
And he has been ill, too," he says, fool

ana he Aas been Ill, tOO,' he says, fool
ishly.
lii! and Yolande turns deadly pale.
Oh, and l was so cruel, and thought
such hard things of him!' And thereto
she falls into an agony of remorse
For the next few days every drop of
nourishment and medicine the invalid
takes is coaxed down with Denzifs name
and the declaration what a pleasure it
would be to him to see her strong and like
herself. But the best and most miracu-
lous medicine of all is a paper, bearing
few blotted lines of hurried writing. 1t
only says:
MY Darling-Get we'll and strong as
fast as you can. When you are better l
will be with you. only await the doc
tors permission"
After that there is nothing the girl will
not take so that only she may get better.
1t is nothing short of marvellous the rapid
strides she makes now. She wants to get
well. Her whole heart and mind is bent
on achieving this one object-and that is
half the battle.
So another week goes by; and now
Yolande can walk by herself from room to
room on the same floor. She does not
need to be lifted on her pillows or trou-
BILE other people to fetch and carry for
her. Fortunately, too, the weather is I'M
usually mild, and there are no chilling
winds and bitter blasts to tell upon her
delicate frame. Still every one has so
strongly counseled her going to Italy for
the winter that at last she consents to
do so.
AS to Pauline, the author Of all this
misery, she has left her husband.
Denzil Charters is crushed and heart
. broken man, a man who curses his own
mad folly with every breath he draws.
He sees his wife now in her true colors
vile, relentless, deceitful, not one fiber
| of her moral nature attuned to thought or
feeling of his own. His whole soul re-
volts against the fearful bondage that
holds him in it's thrall; contact and asso-
citation with the woman who bears his
name and calls herself his wife seems
more loathsome and abhorrent the more
| he thinks Of it.
ut is like looking on heaven while dew
lis hold one back" he groans one evening,
q week after his recovery, in his awful
| misery.
| He is lying face downward On the cush-
Toned seat of the railway carriage, the
|
own most desolate home. The train slack
ems speed, stops, and he hears the guard
speak as he rushes some one into the
carriage. Then slowly at first, but soon
with increasing speed, the train rushes
on once more; and, as he raises
his face and mechanically looks round
the great dusky carriage, he sees
! in the corner opposite himself, but farth-
est from where he sits, the face of-his
wife!
alone escapes his lips:
Your
"Denzil," she cries, will you never for
give me? Do you not know 1 only erred
because I loved your
II cannot forgive you," he said, coldly,
sternly, as some memorable fate.
"Then, as heaven hears me, will end
my life!" she cries, wildly. ION your
head be my blood, Denzil Charterisl' And
ere he can stay her or fathom her inten-
ton, she has flung open the carriage door
and sprung upon the step.
He sees the desperate face, the mad ac-
ton; he hears the wild cry. Then, how
he knows not, his arm is round her. With
one hand he clutches the swaying door,
with the other he holds her, struggling,
quivering, painting like a wounded deer.
She cannot release herself from his grasp,
try as she may. The cold, keen air blows
fercely, swiftly by; the trees and tele-
graph posts race ON in mad confusion.
Then, swift as lightning-fash that rends
cloud, comes a shock-a crash. The
painting engine seems to rear like q living,
furious thing; and, amid fire and smoke
and kissing steam, Denzil is conscious
only Of falling blow that lays him on
the carriage floor, deaf and insensible to
| Ill that follows.