The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1899-01-13

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after that for the rest of my life! Let
me tell you the story of the beloved
wife who lies here; it will do me good
Very well, my dear, If it will ease
your mind, 1 will listen" she answered
s%oothingly, looking at her companion
with keen anxious glance.
Its not a long story, and a COM
mon-place one enough. She-that
Helen-lived up in the red house the
chimneys of which you can see smok-
ing among the trees, and she believed
herself beloved as that cross asserts
she was; but in a very short time she
found out her mistake-found out her
husband had only married her u Of
piQue and disappointment-that he
loved another wonan fairer than she.
Her rival anne to stay in the house
with her; the wife was tried, tortured,
maddened to despair, and one day she
disappeared from her home, leaving a
letter saying she had gone never to
return. No trace was found of her,
but after a few days sufficient evil
dence was had to lead her husband to
believe that she had been drowned in
that river flowing there under the wall,
and her body ground to pieces in some
mill machinery half a mile turtle
down."
What a horrible story! Poor soul
poor soul! Was it proved to be acct
dental or-or otherwise?"
"That no one will know until the day
all things will be made known. They
have not judged her harshly here; let
not us do otherwise"
"And the husband, sister,"
"He-the story says-went raying
about the country seeking her, at first,
as if he had lost the treasure of mis-
life, and, five months after her death,
married her rival"
Five months?"
Five month. They live very happily
together now surrounded with their
children. That's the whole story, and
it ends in the orthodox style with a
happy marriage, you see. Now let us
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With a glance toward the chimneys,
Sister Agatha put her arm within her
companions, and they walked quickly
and silently through the long wet
grass, over the old bridge above the
mill, to the station half a mile away.
When they arrived there the up train
was slowly moving away from the
platform, and to their dismayed in
Quiries the station-master informed
them there would not be another until
lis. 1t was then only half-past seven.
Four dreary hours stretched before
them, to be got rid of-how? Sister
Agatha, who had been Up the three
preceding nights nursing the sick, and
who had a week Of hard work before
her, prior to her departure for New Zea-
land, where she, her companion, and
three other nuns were going to found
a convent, lost no time in making up
her mind how to dispose of the time
before them. Seating herself in a re-
tired corner of the waiting-room, she
fell into a heavy sleep, after having
urged her companion to follow her
example.
Clothilde tried to do so, but it was
in vain, sleep would not come. Wis
ions of past days, past happiness, hope,
and sorrow foated before her-voices
she had loved before she left the world
sounded in her ears.
When the last train from town ar
rived, the quiet station became a scene
Of hustle and excitement-porters,
guards, passengers fitted hurriedly by,
doors were slammed; but Sister Agatha
slept placidly through it all, and her
companion drawing her thick veil over
her hideous funneI-shaped bonnet,
shrank farther into her corner. Two
or three travellers invaded the roo
for a moment, then hurried out, and
the train slowly moved on. Clothilde
had just pushed aside her sitting veil,
when the door opened again, and a
plump ungloVed hand, sparkling with
diamonds, thrust two children hastily
in, a gay, vibrating voice, that sent the
blood rushing to the nuns white face,
calling out
Children, stay there until nurse
comes to fetch you; don't attempt to
leave this room. Percy, take care Of
your sister, do you hear?"
Don't be afraid, Cissy, I'll take care
of you," said the boy, a beautiful child
of about five with golden curls falling
over his face. The room is dark,
but"
Who are you? What's you're name?
Tell me quick-quick-I must knoT!"
The little fellow started back, threw
his arm around his sister, as he stared
awe-struck into the white face and
burning eyes OF a woman in a long
black cloak towering over him, a
woman he had never seen before, yet
whom he knew perfectly On the mo-
ment-the white witch OF Carving
Knife Cave who sucked the blood Of
crying children, that nurse told them
about when they were naughty.
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