Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1899-09-07

dream, 1t was horrible reality; Lord
Chahdos, the lover whom she had
loved with her whole heart. who ought
under the peculiar circumstances, tc
have given her even double the faith
and double the love husband gives
his wife; he, who was bound to her
even by the weakness OF the tie that
should have been stronger, had de-
serted her.
She did not cry out, she did not faint
or swoon; she did not sink as she had
done before senseiess heap on the
ground; she stood still, as soldier
stands sometimes when he knows that
he has to meet his death blow.
Every vestise Of colorhad faded from
her face and Inns; II the angel of death
had touched her with his fingers, she
could not have looked more white and
SIN. over and over again she read the
words that took from her life it
brightness and It's hope, that slew her
more cruelty than poison or steel that
made their way Hike winged arrows to
her heart, and changed her from u
tender, loving, passionate girl TO a
vengeful woman.
Slowly she realized 1t, slowly the
letter fell from her hands, slowly she
fell on her knees.
He has forsaken mel" she cried.
"Oh my God! he has forsaken me, and
cannot diet"
No one cares to stand by the wheel
or the rack while some poor body Is
tortured to death; who can stand by
while human heart Is breaking with
tho extremity OF anguish? When
such grief comes to any one as to
Leone, one stands by in silence; 1t is
as though a funeral is passing, and
one Is breathless from respect to the
dead
The best part OF her died as she
gold of the shining sun. the song of the
birds, the sweet smell of the flowers
were never the same to her again. AL
most all that was good and noble,
brave and bright, died as she knelt
there, When that letter reached her,
she was If anything, better than the
generality OF women. She had noble
instincts, grand ideas, great generosity,
and self-sacrifce; 1t was as though a
flame Of fire came to her, and burned
away every idea save one, and that
was revenge.
"Iie loved me-" she cried; The loved
me truly and well; but he was weak OF
purpose and my enemy has taken him
from me"
Hours passed all the August sun
light died; the reapers went home, the
cries Of the sailors were stilled, the
birds were silent and still. She sat
thore trying to realize that for ner that
letter had blotted the sun from the
heavens and the light from her life;
trying to understand that her brave,
gallant young love was false
to her, that he was going to marry
another while she lived
1t was too horrible. She was his
wilo before God. They had only been
parted for n short tisne py e. .egal s1lb-
bic. How could he marry any one
else?
She would not believe 1t. 1t was n
falsehood that the proud mother had
invented to part her from him. She
would not believe II unless she heard
1t from others. She knew Mr.. Sewell's
private address; he would know II 1t
were true; she would so and ask him.
Mr.. ScwGll was accustomed to
tragedies, but even he felt In some de-
gree daunted when that young girl
with her colorless face and flashing
eyes stood before him. She held out
II letter.
"Will you read this" she said
abruptly. Il received it to-day from
Lucia, Countess Of Lauswell. and refuse
to believe It,"
lle took the letter from her hands
and read It, then looked at tho still
white face before him.
Is It true?" she asked
Yes" he replied. perfectly true"
"Will YOU tell mo who it is that Is
going to marry my husband" she
asked
III you mean viii tell YOU whom
Lord Chandos is to marry, | am sorry
to say my answer must be No am
not commissioned to do SO. You may
sec II for yourself In the newspapers. "
Then Ii Is true" she said slowly
there is no jest, no douSt. no mistake
about it?'
NO, uouc And as YOU have showr
me your letter" said Mr.. Sewell, ~
may AS we'll show YOU the one have
received. aud you ma. see for yoursel
what Lady Lanswell's intentions
about You arc, Take u chair" adde,
the lawyer. "A did not notice that You
were standing ali this time; YOU tool
me by surprise Pray be seated.
She took the shair which lie hat
| placed for her, ana read Che lotte
through She laid II down on tn
| table, her ,aeo calla. white, the fire /,
her eyes givins place 70 utter scorn
Il thank YOU" she said, Tho let
/ ter written Won is cruel and unjust n