Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1899-12-21

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You vliasTaa 2sslI hs IL sAs Sdfla.
like my love; Z NJ i,
She started, for q warHs tsar had
sallen upon her hand.
What am 4 doing?" she thought.
II have hardly thought 4of, him for
years Can 1t be possible that / am
weeping for Paul.
she flung the sose, away, But she
could not Dismiss those hatinting
memories from her heart Pauis love
Panl's tenderness. Paurs devotion,
his ineessant watchfm care. Y How
proud he had been Of her! How mad
ly he had worshipped her!
For the first time-so engrossed had
tshe been in her new life--she began to
wonder what had happenedytoh imdur-
ing those ten years ire
He took my decision very quietly"
she said; he never even tried to per.
suade me to alter It,"
+ How useless all such persuasions
would have been no one knew better
then herself; but it began to strike her
as strange that he should have made
no effort TO see her-to induce her to
return to him or the tempest OF
pride and passion, of love and despair,
through which he had passed, she
knew nothing.
Paul, Paul, Why should she be
haunted now? she asked herself, i'm.
patiently. Surely in ten years she
had time to forget; surely there could
be nothing so absurd as that she
should wish for him--long to see him
now. A
Yet by day and by night there was
the lingering pain, the longing de-
sire. At times when she woke her pill
low was wet with tears; there were
times when she found herself moaning,
paul, Paul" almost unconsciously
to herself And this was the vain,
faithless woman who had left her flus-
band because she valued luxury more
than love.
She began to long to see him.
Once she had compared him with the
polished gentleman she had met at
Bralyn. and the comparison, In some
had always been to his adj
they were so refined; she
eyes wandered YEARLY over the
great crowd, she looked in vain for
a face like his.
So slowly, butg surely, repentance
began its work. She. had been so
eager for riches, so eagers.to show her
great beauty 80 eager f0k admiration
- she had longedi With such an inten-
sity of longing for the pleasures of
life. for Its brilliant gaities she haa
been eager rs a child;. and now all
that SIC hadlonged for hai been hers.
For ten long years she had been en-
crossed, heart and soul, in the worlds
delights She had been like man In
toXicated with wine. Now the intox-
ication was subsfding sober
senses were beginning to return; ana
with them came a yearning, longing
desire for her husband-for the love
and kindness of other days. She had
been like one in deIirium-now the
delirium was wearing off, and the re-
ality frightened her. She had been SC
dazed, so bewildered with the prospect
held out to her that she had never
thought Of the wrong.
Perhaps years had steadieds her, had
given to her better sense clearer
better thoughts. nobler
ideas. One thing was quite certain
all that she had overlooked when she
made her fatal choice came clearly be-
fore her now-the wrong she had
done 10 her husband, the enormity of |
the sin she had committed
Il was so sorely tempted, " she cried |
to herself forgot all the wrong.
She tried hard to drown all these !
thoughts. She went out more than !
ever tried to forget to drown her sor-
row in gaities, II was not possible |
BY night and by day memory was here |
TO torture her. e
She grew thin and pale. People re-
marked to each other and to Lord !
Carlswood how changed she was, and !
he grew anxious about her.
I'VE will leave London earlier thar
usual this year. he said You must |
go to the seaside. lsmay You are not
looking so well. my dear chfld What
ails you'" &h
She could have told him that II was
ON awakened conscience troubled |
heart, an uneasy mind, a longing de |
sire TO see her husband again, a ,ong- I
ing wish If possible to undo her sin. !
! Was 1t a SIM The question came |
suddenly to her mind one day. and |
startled her terribly A SIM She had |
always been frightened at sin it was |
not q pleasant word Was this a sin |
Ito have left the husband To whom !
she had plighted her tioth. for no bet !,
ter reason than the desire of neing |
rich ?