The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1900-08-01
THE MADNESS OF LOVE.
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1t was spGn4.une aud MONDAY. ANA
the soft breath Of tie year seemed L.
den With fragrant ploHises IL bloom
and color while over the woods Was
stealing fiiryiiLe mantle Of green.
On such a day and in such scene
as this ENangcline ltohan felt rs
though the World should hold nothing
of strife or l.ain er ugliness; indeed,
the particular world i'll which she
moved aud breathed aud had her being
held little but the surface knowledge
that such things existed, for fate had
favored EVaugeline and not content
with hestoWing ON her beauty of per
son and mind, had lowered hel With
the great gift of song IN its divine per
| fection.
Now she sauntered down the " ind
| In pathway that led from her castle
terrace To the eopse beneath
A man. following her with hesitating
steps, as though he fenred Il repulse If
he presented himself too suddenly. took
courage to approach when the trees
yelled them from the castle windows.
aud, though she made him welcome by
neither word nor sign, walked ut her
side until the Whim seized her to seat
herself Oh II bank and search for the
desultory fowers that were beginning
to peep here and there.
Ii WIS ut this moment thai u visitor
who Ind driven up to the castle in II
dogcart descend, Il and asked tor Mile.
Rohan
II am afraid she Is unable 10 see any
one this noraing" said the butler;
"she Is resting for tonight
DE- Harrowdcn knit his brows IN per
pleXity. He remembered that the ing
er had generously offered to throw
open her castle 10 the public on that
night aud ta give the first entertain
meut In her lev theateI for the benefit
of fund for wounded soldiers.
All the country were elamoIing for
tickets. Fabulous prices had been paid
even for standing room, and report
said the diva, having spared no pains
or expense to n.ahy the occasion
success, was about to eclipse herself In
a new part, specially written and com.
posed for her, la an operate adaptation
of "Othello."
The matter Is very urgent one,
said DR.. llarrowdeu, after pause. 81
have a request to make of Mile. Rohan
that can only be made personally. If
you viii risk her disploasure and allow
me to make my way TO her, | will take
all the blame. | may say II Is a ques-
ton almost of life and death"
The nan, who knew DR.. Harrowden
as one whose reputation. even Ia vii
lage practice, gave weight 10 his words,
yielded and, telling him that mademoi-
selle had taken the path toward the
eopse, led him through the conserva-
tory aud directed him 10 the shortest
way.
He came SO suddenly upon the little
clearing where Eyangellne was that
neither she nor her companion perceiy
ed him She was standing up, a sin
gular look on her beautiful face, which
was bereft Of Its usual color, and both
her hands were stretched out before
her as though To ward Off something
that she dreaded aud that yet fasci-
mated her.
His face a dark eyed, brown skinned
one, with something in Its southern in
tensity that married its handsoneness,
must have worn IA threatening expires
sion, for she recoiled with little cry
OF alarm and. turning, saw Or. Har-
rowden as he stepped toward her.
"Ah, doctor" she said, little shak-
en- still, hut smiling. 1T Is long time
since / have seen you, which speaks
well for my health, though not for my
hospitality. But you are coming to-
night, ! hope
you have asked me to the castle
most kindly" lie answered quietly,
but ! am a busy man. as you know,
mademoiael!e. and huGe to deny myself
many pleasures. have yentured to
intrude Oh you. for which you must
please lay the blame solely on me, be-
cause have Il little patient down there
IN the village whose recovery seems to
depend entirely On you"
"On me-
my patient Is little child who has
been at deaths door through fever and
whose one desire, night and day, has
been to hear you sing. We thought 1t
delirious fancy that would pass. but
1t seems that, had she been well, she
was to have come up to the castle one
day when you sang to the villagers
and that she lost her chance through
this illness She raves and Weeps al
ternately aud will not sleep. begging
always to be taken to you SO that she
might ask you to sing one little song to
her"
"Where is shet Take me to her, doc
tor, and VIII sing TO her at once"
Half an hour later. with all her soul
in her exquisite voice, she was stand
ing in the cottage singing song Of
life and love to the bewildered yillag-
ers, while the sick child, propped up
by pillows to hear the desire Of her
heart, cried out that it was an angel