Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1899-11-03

ey enough, anl meantime was happy
as-well, as happy as fool.
And then one day as we were walk
Ing down the street together we met
a man, low fellow, with II dyed mus
| tcrhc. | knew him. He was shoe
sizing gambler who came down some
tllles from the mining camps and MS
| vile Il cur as ever brcathed. TO my
amazoment he stopped and spoke ia
me. What are you doing with my
wife? he asked angrily supposed
he'd been drinking and was about to
brush him aside when | happened to
look at her, and what | saw told me
all. She was covering before that
beast, with every vestige of color gone
from her face and her eyes fastened
on his with such look that in flash
| knew that her fear of him was no
new thing with her
Great God. Lucy cried. tell me
this isn't true" But she only gave a
little moan. and so | turned away and
left them there. never saw her
again"
There was a moments pause. The
orchestra from it's perch on the land
ing Of the marble stairway was play
Ing an air from "La Boheme," re-
peating the refrain over and over
again with passionate insstence.
isn't it possible there was some
misakc| asked Teller at last little
awkwardly.
"No," said Frink in a hard voice.
"ller father came to see me after
ward. She was getting a divorce
quietly, he told me, and they had
agreed to keep me in ignorance of the
Whole GEair. OF course the black
guard threatened to shoot me if
didn't marry his daughter, but when
he saw was not afraid of him he let
me alone. They came east after that,
| believe"
"perhapS she wasn't as much to
blame as he" observed Teller thought
fully.
"Perhaps-she was very young. But
such training in deceit doesn't turn
out the wol,on who make good wives,
ana divorced women are hardly in my
line. No, tapre was no excuse for her,
and it was only my luck. You fell in
love with the right woman, and fell
in love with the wrong one--thats ALL"
A woman came down the corridor as
he spoke the last words, a tall, ele-
CANT woman. in a modish gown, whose
cleaning folds chung closely to her
slender figure. a boy of or o years
held her ~ he hand. and both looked
out on the world with the same eyes.
great beautiful, gray eyes, at once
proud and sad.
AS the Woman's eyes met Frink's
they dlated suddenly. and he started
with a sharp pain at his heart that
caught his breath
How had she come there just then
the very woman Of whom he had been
talking? AS he started up Teller
glanced around and then rose also with
a happy smile,
"Ah, Lucille" he cried, II have met
an old friend, Ned Frink! He must be
your friend also. Ned, this is my
Wife"
The joyous pride in his friends
voice made Frink vince inwarLly as
he bowed cercmoni0u ~.
"I'm very glad to meet Mr. Frink,"
she said calmly. How we'll he knew
her voice.
you'll dine with us. hope, NedT
called Teller over his shoulder as he
started on with the boy
"'rhank you, no. | leave for Den
yer in half an hour" replied Frink.
Then a sudden surge in the crowd
brought some one between them for
moment, and the woman turned to him
abruptly.
The pitiful appeal in her eyes went
straight to Frinll's heart, and he felt
his own eyes grow dim with tears.
"He does not know" she said sim
ply.
"He never shall" cried Frink. Chi
cago Herald.