Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-12-08
CHAPTER XI,VII.

Time and the hour rams through the
toughest day." and this one long. sad
day has at last come to an end. NIGHT
has fallen with sullen haste that
speaks of storm before morning. and has
cast IT'S gloomy veil upon the patient
earth. AS vet the heavens are clear, if
threatening; the wind is low; it is al
fnost warm for the time of year, and
even a spiritless moon may be seen now
and then. trying in faint-hearted fash
Jon to do the right thing, and climb
her heaven.
Evelyn, who had come home from her
unhappy meeting with Eaton feeling
crushed morally and physically, and with
Il severe headache, had declared herself
unwell. and had lain all day long upon
hcr little bed, battling fiercely with the
misery that has 0vcrtaken her To he
true. to be faithful. 10 the man who has
been so good to her and hers, is her CHEZ
desire. But, oh! how 20 kill the longing
Tor that other man. who has been almost
brutal 10 her-who has been unjust,
blind, cruel-but who loves her. too.
AS evening grows into night desire to
20 out into the quiet garden and feel the
wind blow upon her tired head takes
possession Of her. Slipping softly down
stairs, she passes on tiptoe past the door
Of the sitting Toom where she can hear
the merry voices of the elder children
fighting Saily over their beZique, and with
sigh of relief opens the small door at
the end Of the passage that leads directly
into the garden.
The feeling that she is giving the emil
dren the go-by brings a half-amuSed
smile to her face. Darling children! 1t
is indeed hut seldom that she ever cares
TO avoid them. But just now she could
al.gAS-.
and if they got only a hint of this de,
lightful adventure of hers, this stepping
out into the cold sweet dark at the I'M
eodly hour Of 10. not all the mothers and
fathers in Christendom would have been
able to keep them back from following
her. Therefore much caution is neces-
Sary.
Her desire is gained. She has closed
the door softly behind her: she is now
stopping lightly into the silent garden.
The damp short grass is at her feet. the
sky above her head. The wind. slight
as II was. has ceased. A strange, un-
earthly quiet fills the wintry air.
Not sound is heard
No sights are seen: no melancholy bird
Sings tenderly and sweet: But all the air
Is thick and motionless-as If 1t were
\ prelude to some dreadful tragedy.
There is indeed something oppressive
m the night-that threatening of thun-
der all day long, now culminating-tha
had. no doubt, added to the nervous at
tack that is making her temples throb.
STILL this is better than the small room
upstairs. There is space here. and vast
ness. and chill that soothes her. Lost
IN her own thoughts she goes idly on
wards until an opening in the laurustinas
on one hand, and a path through the
ieatess rose trees on the other, compels
hpr 10 make a choice.
The laurustinas that seem 10 be open
ing their arms to her look nevertheless
dark and forhidding. Beyond them,
however. lies a little summer house The
pale moon overhead Is casting on lis roof
a Slckly ray or two. Il will be q resting
place. Surely in its calm seclusion She
VIII he restored to some sort Of quietude.
Snc has taken twenty steps or 50 in
us direction when the conscious
hcSS that someone is coming tow
ards her brings her 10 fright
ered standstiIl. At this hour-who
ran It be? She so questions herself. but
IN truth she knows. How often has she
y9me and gone during her short life,
HOW many and many time has she list
'ned Tor that step that is now coming
'loSer-cloSeri But that he Should come
now. And after ali that happened this
\ wild mad rush Of 10y darling through
li her veins lends he7 strength She
stands motionloss. but invountarily. I'M
thJricnsly holds out her hands to him
10 The darkness.
Evelynl Evelyn" cries he. grasping
hem. and holding them as though in an
eternal grasp. 1t Is you: | was going
Up ~ the house but
Yes, it is t. says She. leaving her