The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1899-09-01


ius as he.
gance and marvellous briiiancy. Her touch
Is al all times smooth ana dainty. That
was half dozen years ago. Vladimir de
Pachnan returns TO America next month
for another tour, but he will not be ac-
couzpauded by Mime. De Pachman. at least.
not the same Nine. De Pacl1man. There
was an the former Nine De Pachman a
faint family resemblance to the incense
qusnt pink bundls we have seen In Aus
tralia and the young girl VINO hid and
sang In the apple tree IN Nova Scotia,
who stared tlsough+fulIy from the Atlantic
liner, and VINO knelt beside her brothers
body IN the English hotel.
II was terrible revelation to innocent,
sunny-natured Mime. De Pachznan. She
had not dreamed that the Russian pianist.
her lehrer1husband. could be untrue. She
took her two babies In her arms and cried
little. Then she went TO see Maitre
IDebori, the brilliant young leader OF the
French criminal bar. She cried when she
told her story.
Maitre Labori himself bowed her out of
his Office. He would not eDtrust the
agreeable duty to mis- clerk
Madame, st shall be DONE he said.
Maftre Labor secured the divorce, and
soon thereafter he married his fair client.
Mime. 1abori loved her husband. She
was his bonnie camarade. his sweetheart,
his guiding spirit. He was her idol, her
ideal, her king OF all men. She always
went to court to hear his speeches. Par
is-ans why the brilliant Mai:re LabOri's
wife went so often to his ofiice. Was she
Jealous? Not that. The Maitre said he
could not study a case we'll II she were
not there among his books and his docu-
ments. She laughingly humored this
wfli1n, though 1t cost her many drive
on the Bots, many an afternoon at the
concert. many an evening at the theatre.
She was proud of the flower covered yoke.
She loved him for his loving tyranny.
She thrilled to tears in court under his
speech-''our speech"
She struck hands with him bravely
when he declared he would fight the
Dreyfus battle to the end. She went to
Rennis with him and sat in court, as near
him as she might, every day. When he
peaded for Dreyfus her eyes were as full
OF indignant fire as his own.
One morning she started TO the IIycee
with him as usual. They met Colonel
Pcquart and Edmond Cast, Maitre La
boris brother-in-law
II have forgotten my ticket" she ex-
claimed, and ran back to the quaint house
in the Place Laennec for it. When she
ran out from the house she saw a group
of men standing about PROSTATE figure
in the centre. Her woman's heart called
aloud the name OF that man in the centre.
The wind was not quicker than she.
The lawyer lay upon his side. The blood
was pouring from a bullet wound in his
back. She had left him but for a moment
and this had come.
She lifted his head upon her lap. He
could not speak, but he kissed her hands.
The blood from the wound flowed over her
black dress. The dust of the street set
tied whitley upon both of them. She look
ed upward, an agonizeh expression in her
brown eyes. Men took of their hats.
They knew she was praying.
They carried hi INTO the house, she walk
ing by his side. When they were trying to
stanch his wounds, and men about him
were whispering OF death, he had said:
'"Tel my wife am thinking of her every
moment" Now he smiled when he felt
her presence. When they were carrying
him through the dorr. he. pain binding
him, grouped about for her hand.
Where art thou. my wife?'' "Where
art thou, my soul?" ne called.
She was his nurse and constant COM
panion until ne was able to appear in
court once more. She will not be sep
Grated from him for a moment. If her
constant care avails not and Dreyfus's
defnder dies, she will die too.
A white face in a coffin, close to Maitre
Labori's-one that bears a faint family re-
semeblance TO that Australian baby of two
and thirty years ago--would be the last
OF that series Of pictures in lone woman's
Life" f.s