Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1899-05-05
s,Nna he has been ill, too,Y he says. fool.

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Iii 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 rcmorse
For the next few days every drop of
nourisliment and medicine the invalid
takes is cOaXed down with Denzil's name
and the declaration what IL 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 a
few blotted lines of hurried writing. 1t
only says:
My Darling-Gct we'll and strong as
fast as you can. When you are better |
will be with you. l 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
we'll. Her whole heart and mind is bent
on achieving this one objcct-and that is
half the battle.
So another week goes by; and now
lolande can walk by herself from room to
room OF the same floOr. She does not
need to be lifted ON her pillows or trou-
Bile other people to fetch and carry for
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usually mild, and there are no chilling
winds and bitter blasts to tell upon her
delicate frame. Still every one has so
strongly counsclcd her going to Italy for
the winter that Mt last she consents to
do SO.
AS to Pauline, the author of all this
misery, she has left her husband.
Dcn2il Chnrtcris is Il crushed and heart-
4 Il,.lI.nrt ,,,uN a i, 1,-l,n n,,,-..
mad folly with every breath he draws.
He secs his wife now in her true colors
vile, relentless, dcccitful. 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 its thrall; contact and ASSOC
citation with the woman who bears his
name and calls herself his wife seems
more loathsome and abhorrent the more
he thinks of it.
lit is like looking on heaven while dew
ills hold one back" he groans one evening,
Il week after his recovery, in his awful
misery.
He is lying face downward on the cush-
Toned seat of the railway carriage, the
train hurrying him swiftly back to his
own most desolatc home. The train slack
ShHS 'lSSNs cNOls biAA III 1lCuIS tuc EuuTu
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
i'll the corner opposite himself, but farth-
est from where he sits, the face of-his
wife!
/ 0,n cS,,.r1o xv.o,J Lo0uco rn =, l--Al ---
alone escapes his lips:
''You.!"
"Denzil," she cries, twill you never for
give me? Do you not know l only erred
because l loved YOU?
Il cannot forgive you," he said, coldly.
sternly, as some incxorable fate.
Then, as heaven hears me, 1 will end
my life!' she cries, wildly. ION your
head be my blood, Denzil Charteris!!" And
ere he can stay her or fntllom her inten-
ton. she has flung open the carriage door
n sprung upon the step.
He sees the desperate face, the mad ac-
ton: he hears the wild cry. Then, how
lie 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 n Wounded deer.
She cannot release herself from his grasp,
try as she may. The cold, keen air blows
tiercely, swiftly by; the trees and tele-
graph posts race on in mad confusion.
Then, swift as a lightning flash that rends
IL cloud, comes a shock-a crash. The
painting engine seems to rear like a living.
furious thing; and, amid fire and smoke
and Kissing ste 4, Denzil is conscious
only OF IL falling blow that lays him on
..hc carriage floor, deaf and insensible to
Vii that follows.