El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-09-07


This is the life story, and the love
story-for they are one-of Nine. Mar
garet Labori. the good wife, the "Bona
Dea', of Rennes:
Nine. Labor is woman of sorrows
with the gift of JOY. She is gay. She
is vivacious. But in her laughter is
the sound Of falling tears. There has
been tragedy and there has been what
Is equally sad-disillusiop. She has
always been brave and smiling. Never
has fear come, until now.
AT last the young and beautiful and
brave Nine. Labori Is afraid, terribly
afraid. she fears not for her own life,
but for one she loves q thousand times
better, her husband. He braved and
worsted the bastard pistol and she was
glad. Even then she smiled. Now the
smile is gone, for she fears the bomb
that some hidden hand may place be-
fore his feet in the darkness. Nine.
Margaret, Maitre Labori's wife, 1s as
fear full in the dark as little child.
"Lightl Light" she screams, and
1ropes for her husbands hand, if they
chance to be left in the darkness.
Light! Light'' The house in the
place Laennec, in quaint transformed
Rennes, is flooded with light. Before
the sun has set the house Is illuminat-
90, dQQ WuSu tuS i6mlly 10 oSiCOp
there lie still q shaded light in every
room; the light that penetrates every
corner and reveals every object. The
light makes the house q target for
foes without, but saves 1t from foes
within.
And even with the lights Nine.
Labori goes seeking with still another
light in her hand for what she fears, a
small black, .round object OF spiked
metal. The small black, round object is
more dangerous than a viper. 1t is
less foot treads upon 1t, but to all In
the house and to the house itself.
What Nine. Lsbori is afraid of is
bomb. Word has come from Paris that
there ia plot to kill Labori by placing
q bomb in his house. so that he may
stumble upon it in the dark. Nine.
Labori is guarding his life.
She never leaves him for moment,
and If they come upon q dark turn in a
passsgeway in the old house, she
screams as one distracted: "Light! Mon
Dieu, Mon Dieu! Light"'
Nine. Lsbori is radiantly beautiful
woman. The beauty is not of form and
feature alone. The radiance IL that
reflected by one of the kindest, most
generous hearts nthe world. She ia
tall and of graceful figure. Her hair
has caught the glow of the FURNISHED
chestnut. and her eyes the calm, brown
depths of forest pools in autumn. Her
complexion shows hint of crimson
roses beneath the olive. Her teeth are
az white and even as young corn. Her
face in repose is noble and gentle.
Alight with quick thought it is arch.
changeful, fascinating. A beautiful
face and figure that appear centrally
in series of pictures we will name
"One Woman's Life"
It is tiny, fannel-wrapped, incon-
sequent figure in the fret. 1t has an
Insignificant nose, scarce worth the
name and feeble mouth and pink
skin and fuzzy hair scarce worth the
mention. But William O'Key. who
had q fathers interest in the insignif-
cant looking bundle, said the eyes
we're quite worth looking at. Their
fret glance was deep and brown aud |
meditstive. That was in Australia |
two and thirty years ago.
There is something of q family re-
to the insignificant bundle /
in Margaret O'Key, daughter of the
gentleman farmer" of Port Williams.
near Halifax, Nova Scotia. Mr.. aud
Mrs. O'Key we're living on a $50. 900
farm. and they had built q S25, 900
house. They were the finest folk for
many miles about. Margaret was so
happy she sang all Gay. fercneo In
The boughs of the apple trees she sent
forth soft trills that set the passers-by
TO word ering what manner of bird was
hidden high Wonder among leaves and
blossoms. While they were still woD-
iering, the face of a young girl show
ID among the blossoms and the laugh |
,er of young girl followed them.
Strange are the subtleties Of human
A gray day of discomfort.
! purple day of discord. and life is new
or quite the same again. The neigh
oors did not know, aud perhaps Mrs.
o'Key herself did not quite understand
Why she and her husband separated,
md she aud wistful-faced Margaret
we're Oh their way to Europe in search
Of new happiness and a new home. The
'lim figure wrapped in a steamer run,
ooked lonely in its isolation on the
leck. Margaret O'Key was thinking
hat childhood passed too 1eetly, and
hat she would gladly have called it
,ack, but the young lips were set in
traight, brave line and there was
world of resolve 10 the candid brown
eyes
A group of hotel employees talking
'oughly. A mans still figure upon the