Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-12-22
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friend is like an old chair. One delights
| arms"
And yet sooner or later it is pushed
aside. relegated TO the garnet. and a
| brand new fourteenth century article.
shaking on its ancient pins, but priceless
| takes its place.
~. With Tickle people only"
is Evelyn tickie:'
What do YOU mean, Batty?' says
Mrs: Darcy, sitting up suddenly, with q
bflihant flush. DO YOU mean anything
ABOUT Evelyn Oh. no. there was never
anything between her and Eaton. How
often have l wished that there might
have been! | was never more disap-
pointed IN my life than when she accept
ed Mr.. Crawford"
Mop He pauses. mo, no, of course
there was nothing. And good thing
too. was only rOmancing talking folly.
But wish if Plutus was to come up this
way like spring-that he had come in
other guise than Crawford"
On. L don l. says Mrs. Darcy.
There was never any one so good as
Mr.. Crawford. He will adore her. and
wish"
Shell have had quite lot of names
by the time she marries him." SAYS Bat
ty. "Darhng-DArcy-- Aft
err all, her own seems made for her II
eeXcels the others. Evelyn Darling, Oar
ing Evelyn. It's Il distinctly reversible
name That's its charm perhaps. And
It loses nothing by the reversing. Per
haps 1t gains indeed. At all events it
suits her admirably either way. Happy
girl! With such a name. She should
never change it. And for a common
place Crawford too. BY Joyer' going
back to ms first. puzzled manner, He is
queer fellow"
Meantime the queer fellow has taken
his homeward way going Stolidly on
wards through rain and mire, taking no
need of It. or of anything that crosses his
path-hlied only with desire to find
shelter. to be able to hide his head where
no man may see him.
Yet he is so far alive to this fresh mis-
tortune-this browning misfortune that
heaven has sent as a last blight upon his
head-that two words beat necessarily
upon his brain. and keep time to his rapid
footsteps as he goes.
Her father-her father-her father"
Inc very stones on the road seem to cry
them aloud; the wild wind shrieks them
IN MS ears; the mad rain drives them
writ In fiery letters across his eyes!
IL Is with grOan of passionate relief
that reaching his library he closes the
door, and tinging himself, face down
wards upon the table. his usual position
gives himself up to thought. The door i
Observation-Disclosures are far from him-noW
at last. he Is alone with this new demon
that relentless Fate has flung into his
path. How is he to grapple with it? Bet
Ter give up at once, and let the monster
devour him as he stands
Of all men in the world, why should it
be her father? Was he not cursed enough
III taking human life, in the ceaseless re
morse that has pursued him night and
DAY, for that one mad, unmeant crime.
that now this awful sequence to it should
be thrust upon him? Oh, what a vile re
Fenge. Is Heaven impacable? Is there
a Heaven? One reads of it--a sweet
Observation-Disclosures from guile, from
cruelty-frOm vice of every sort, and vet
il can shower down out of its greatness
It's strength, such fortunes as these upon
weak irresponsible man.
There are so many men. If the deed
had to be done-if he was to be so af-
ttlcted as to be ordained as the doer of
the deed. was not that bad enough? Did
the kind, merciful Heaven of our fables
go farther still and ordain that the doar
should be punished doubly for the deed in
pulsion?
ComPnlsion. ay, that was it. He had
not willed that old mans death. Was
he, then. responsible for it? 1t was a
mere shake, knock of the grey head
upon the. floor. an act that would scarce
nay SldiH Il bdpt. anu yet murQef-SO-
called-was done.
He starts to his feet There is a wild
DEFIANCE in his eyes. No, he will not give
IN. This persecution has gone far
enough. He will defy Fate-Heaven-
all things! She knows nothing, she need
never, know. He will lay the case be-
fore her-suppOsitiously of course-and
by her word he will rise or fall. and by
no other All other allegiance now and
forever he will fling to the winds-thc
winds of that Heaven that has blasted
him.
He throws his arms upwards as though
in declaration of his emancipation.
Henceforth, Evil be thou my good
.She-and she alone-shall decide for
him-,for life or DEATH All is in her
hands. He will put the case before her
An imaginary case-and watch her as
she answers. If she could forgive for
another, why. then she could forgive for
herself. And yet, to make more sure,
why, not represent to her her own case;
tell her of Mrs. D'Arcy's revelation: con
TESS himself aware that her father had
been-been- No He grows savage here.
and beats his fist lightly against the win
dow frame. Killed by misadventure.
And, If So-lf-if Il were proved to her
that the slayer of her father had done
him to death unknowingly, could she not
then forgive?
1t is his last chance; he will not fling j,
aside. Brushing the raindrops from his
forehead, he moves steadily across the
room. His eyes meet the clock. Six
o'clock-so late! How many hours then
has he spent struggling with his misery?
Hunger is so far from him that the
thought of food does not suggest itself.
He will go to her now. this moment.
The sooner the better Let him know
whether it is to be life or death before
the night closes in. 1t is dark enough
now, but. by miracle. as it were. the
rain has ceased. and a last vague, half
hearted suspicion of daylight has crept
into the room.
Ringing the bell, he orders the dog cart
round to the door.
You will he back to dinner, SIR"
asked the man with respectful glance
full of suppressed concern.
Yes. probably
a glass of wine, sir, before you
start| lingering, and with increasing
anxiety in his tone. His masters appear
ance is causing him honest disturbance.
We'll. yes, thank you; You may bring
me one" says Crawford.
Drinking the wine hastily. he springs
into the dog cart and is driven rapidly