Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-01-11

But along with the happiness that
arose from true knowledge like this
was terrible sorrow. He discovered
to his unqualified dismay, that he loved
Edith Vaille. 1t was no whimsical in
fatuation, no light, adoring admira-
ton that could be put aside for other
| thoughts. He realized that he was
destined to worship this woman to the
/ last day of his life. That his love was
ABSURD impertinent, impossible, he
did not doubt. There was not grain
of hope in his passion. He resigned
| himself to his misfortune and got what
comfort he could from the reflection
that 1T was noble love and for VIC
man of incompatible qualities.
He was quite sure that his manner
betrayed nothing-he would never per-
init himself even to be distant or con-
ventional in his demeanor. He aimed
10 Keep the cordial and respectful at
titude of trusted assistant and friend.
III sometimes his face flushed when her
perfumed garments brushed him in
passing; II he sometimes picked up the
| flowers that fell from her eorsage; if.
when she came to dinner, glowing in
her laces and jewels, his eyes betrayed
an uncomfortable admiration, he
prayed that she did not see it.
But as time went on his pain became
almost unsupportable. His nights
were nearly sleepless. He had to
force the food over his lips. There
were half insane moments when he
thought he should fall at her feet and
confess with anguish his folly. He be-
gan to debate the propriety of leaving,
but he was held to his place by two
considerations. The first was that he
had made himself necessary to her
comfort. and the execution of her dis
interested public services; the second,
that he knew of no other way in which
he could make his living.
He came down to the morning-room
one day after nearly sleepless night
to find her looking more beautiful than
ever before. A voluminous morning
robe of grass green silk swept about
her, bringing out the freshness of her
kindly face. In her wreaths of brown
hair were white carnations. chain
of heavy silver links belted in her
draperies Something unusually ten
der animated her face Her eyes
seemed almost humid as she lifted
them when she made her morning sal
utation. He was pale and trembling,
| and it seemed to him for a moment
that he should be obliged to excuse
hlnCnlf no oai
control but she motioned him to seat
and took up her note book.
Kindly take this dictation from me-
Mr.. Moore?" she said He took up his
pencil mechanically-at her request he
| had acquainted himself with the time
| saving process of shorthand
Chicago, Sept. 15," her clear voice
dictated
"Mr. Herbert Moore-My Very Dear
Sir"
lHer secretary looked up apprehen-
sively, but she did not return his gaze
and he again gave his attention to his
task
you may be interested to know that
l, who count myself your friend and
| VINO surely nave right TO your SYM
pathy, am strangely unhappy 1t is
because l feel myself to be beloved by
one of the most manly of men, who,
nevertheless, so far forgets his man
hood as to let the accident of worldly
possessions stand between him and his
sense of justice. l submit to you the
question: Is it right for him to wear
his heart out in silent bitterness ana
torment and to allow me to experience
an always increasing loneliness of the
soul, merely because of his pride!
Have not won the right to be treated
with more consideration at his hands!
Kindly answer at your earliest conven-
| fence. Yours always, Edith Vaille."
But though the letter had been so
ably dictated the answer was incoher-
ent-perhaps even inarticulate.