Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1900-02-02
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".Aylner versus .Ayimer and E%naisrord''
l. the cause cclrbrc of the season. but,
after all. those that flock eagerly to near
The shocking details" with unhealthy
curiosity are wofully disappointed. Tor
there is 40 defense SGT mp. 1t is not even
n niac days wonder. like most things.
Cor Two days after the announcement of
the decree in tho papers. all the world
hears with amusement and horror of the
.frightful suicide of Lord Herbert Ora
ham,. This awful event has caused the
greatest CONSERVATION in our fashionable
circles. Among which Lord Herbert was
so popular. He was only twenty-five,
with the promise OF a brilliant diplomatic
career i,cfnrc him, and no clue to the mo-
tive for suicide has been discovered
rays 81 society journal.
BIZ, three people knew better.
One uf these is IL woman living like a
.~reclusc in the heart of The country. She
vcad> thu. paragraph. and g,lesscs at once
whu has wrought this evil work, and
dropping on her knees. puts mp claSped
sands for hcr husband. Heaven for
give himi'' she lsrays, TOR lie knew no.
what he aid!'
Elizabeth Payne. bound to the bedside
of her crippled mother. secs the news,
100. aud r"mcmbcrs the lrvity with which
s.ady .Ayi,ncr spoke of these poor brains
III Berries shattered for her sake.
And il n suburban lodging house an
"tlir. woman pores over the recount in Il
penny sensational paper that dwells on
he narrowing incidents with Il vivid real
ISM that thrills the reader with horror.
asul when Bella has finished the para
graph st" laughs. This will strike home
TO OIL. Cain, and make you hate her, il
you dom do it alrcady.,' and. folding up
the pa!es. She incloscs it in Il cover. seals
vt carefully. and addresses it in her big.
sold wiring to ''Thc Most Noble and
Marquis of Eumisford. .Ati,cnacum Club"
Cairo does not prove IL land flowing
with mental milk and honey TO the fugi-
tive couple. neither do Alexandria or
Malta. Ut! nf which places they Try.
"lnisr the social BAN" does moi prom
Use ciieeriullncs>. To say the least. And
Lord iInnisford. brimful nj insular re-
serve and sensiiivrncSs. shrin!iS from the
cool. 'n~recogniZing stare his fair and
slail c%onlpaMion ev"kcs from a whole
fosf n :ashional7c F1'f1f-t- VINO s =
on the banks of the Nile. and in the OF.
angc and lemon gardens of San Antonio.
Slilisy with leN. with himself. and with
che whole world in general. lie huirics
from spot 10 spot. seeking peace and sind
Ing none.
The golden day draws softly to IL close.
and Il million sweet sounds and perfumes.
frniyh; with the aroma Of the enchanted
south, steal through the open ialousics.
Lord t,nnisford hes back in all easy
nhrir- with =, .tp,tJ,l slu.1,y. nn tl,n .vns
chat stare rather blankly mt Il lnxi,risnt
orange tree. laden with golden fruit, that
stands in the center OF the Pallazzo gar
den.
He is not we'll in mind or bcty-the ire
of lleastirablc sensation is fairly burnt
Out, aud from its snoldering crater rises
q changed man; II man who. if he had Il
chance. would probably now make a
mode husband and ~iatllor.
Rui the woman for whom he wrecked
his iifn ionri>llcs like the green bay Tree.
No single tint of her ioyciiness is faded
for She is Il woman who knows how IL
take ear. OF herself.
Kingdoms may rise and iall-lire, peSti-
,ence and famine .~!csolate the earth. the
closest fvicud drop dead by her side. bu,
Just the samc--tlic supreme business OF
~ a''N - w YIN al " Il lltIStll. y
human being can achieve =: more general
success than she has. hut in the process
she has no. left Il ray of glamour hang.
ing abotit her face. her words, her WAYS,
to tiir man whom She has enthral!cd and
ruined.
just as he weaiics of his thoughts and
settles himself for Il sicsta the doors OF
the spacious room are flung wide open
IVA tootnen. carrying lights, enter,
behind them comes Lady Aylmcr.
Going ont again. he remarks. indif-
ferentiy. He does not care. for his OWL
society Is p!cnsaIter to him than hers,
II that is not saying much for it.
"ieS. 1T hangs all right. doesn't il? %
She asks, pirouctting like Il coryphce he.
forc the easy chair on which Lord Ennis
ford lies back inertly. with scornful. half.
closed eyes. sending nj, volumes of blue
smoke to the frcScocd ceiling.
lin not your modistc ask your m:;d..
he answers. CURLY.
NO; you are Il bear; M ill-icmpercd,
GUIDE bear! say. Ennisiord. what oil
garth made us think we could pull togeth.
er? We have not II feeling Oh. an jle:
In rommon. What geese W., were! Wher
4 think of the past
NVI wave ol passionate neal 1llSnps
his white face. and his blue eyes CLEAN
up with Il curious light. Her words have
rousel tho demon slumbering in his heart
1.-The past-don't spcnk of it. for ii
drives me just mad" he cyclaims, jump
ing mp from his lounge and sasping. as he
seans Il moment out of the window.
so. the retrospect doesn't please You
my lord" she cries. mockingly, turning
and looking him full in the face. ...All
weil!' aud she gives II sigh of i%nsuffer
u WEAKNESS. ut can't lire you more
than it does ME this looking back. Why
on earth didn't we have our love passage,
live through it, and part when it was
over-free. both OF us. 10 go where W.
listed? l don't think now. do you know,
.&nnisfori. that l really cared to go away
with you like this. Ii you could have
persuaded your wife to divorce you now,
I should have enjoyed being Duchess OF
Bramb,r b%y-and-by."
stop that folly!' he thunders. ."Di.
yorce or no divorce, you would never
have been Marchioness of Ennisford,
much less Duchess Of Bramber! 1 would
retaer shoot myself than trust the old
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