The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-09-03

brave Mime Labor is afraid, terribly,
afraid She fears not for her own life,
but for one she loves a 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 before
his feet In the darkness. Nine. Margaret
Maitre Laboris wife. is as fearful in the
dark as little child.
Light! Light" she screams, and
gropes 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 Illuminated, and when
the family is asleep there Is still a shaded
light In every room; light that pene-
trates every corner and reveals every
object. The light makes the house a
target for foes without. but saves it from
foes within.
Surrounded with the lights, Nine. La
bori goes seeking with still another light
In her hand for what she fears, small,
black. round object of spiked metal. The
small. black. round object is more dam
gerous than a viper. 1t Is death, not
only to the one whose careless 1eot
treads upon it. but to all In the mouse
and to the house itself.
What Nine Labor is afraid OF is q
bomb. Word has come from Paris that
there Is a plot to Kill Laberi by plac-
ing a bomb in his house. so that he may
stumble, upon il in the dark. Nine. La
bori is guarding his life.
She never leaves him for moment,
and if they come upon dark turn IN
passa geway in the old house, she screams
&c one distracted: Light! Mon Dieu!
Mon Dieu Light!'
Nine. Labori is radiantly beautiful
woman. The beauty is not of form ana
features alone The radiance IS that re-
fected by one of the kindest, most gem
arous hearts in the world. She is tall
and of graceful figure Her hair has
caught the glow of the FURNISHED chest
nut. and her eyes the calm, brown
depths of forest pools in autumn Her
complexion shows a hint OF crimson
roses beneath the olive. Her teeth are
as white and even as young corn. yer
face in repose is noble and gentle Align
with quick thought it is arch, changeflrE
Fascinating. A beautiful face and figure
lures we will name, one w oiiioi
Life"
1t Is a tiny, Handicapped, incense
ouent figure in the first 1t has an In
significant nose, scarce worth the name.
and a feeble mouth and pink skin anu
|. fuzzy hair hardly worth the mention.
| But William O. Key, who had father s
interest In the insignificant bundle, said
the eyes were quite worth looking at
Their first glance was deep and brown
| and meditatfve. That. was In Australia,
two and thirty years ago.
There is something Of a family resem-
blance TIC the Insignificant bundle In Mar
garet O'Key. daughter Of the gentle
man farmer of Port Williams. near Hal
flax, Nova Scotia. Mr.. and Mrs. O'key
were living on $4,000 farm and they
| had built a SIS, 600 house. They were the
frest folk for many miles about. Mar
garet was SO happy she sang all day.
| Porched In the beughs Of the apple trees
she sent forth soft trills that set the
passers-by to wondering what manner OF
bird was hidden high yonder among the
leaves and blossoms. While they were
still wondering, the face Of young girl
showed among the blossoms and the
laughter of a young girl followed them.
Strange are the subtleties of human In
| tefcourse. A gray day of discomfort, a
purple day of discord, and life is never
quite the same again. The neighbors did
| not know. and perhaps Mrs. 0'Key her
self did not quite understand why she
| and her husband separated. and she and
| wistfal-faced Margaret were on their way
to Europe In search of a new happiness
and new home. The slim figure, wrap
| peff IN steamer rug. locked lonely In It's
| isolation on the deck. Margaret o,Key