Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1901-06-20

she nad uono ncf peSt or nOl-
whether, as she lay dying, she would
long for Randolph, cry out for Ran
dolph-whether she would long to die
with her head on his breast and his
aims around her. She felt that death
in such q fashion would be sweet-ah.
sweeter far than life without him!
The noon was rising above the trees,
the Silent night-scene lay ortspread
before her Her heart ached with its
own sense Of desolation and sorrow
She held out her arms with gesture
OF anguish.
How blind, how mad have been,
Randolph she cried-"for | have
loved you ell the time with great
love, but did not know it,"
Surely under that November moon
there was no one SO desolate, 10
young face ~ sad, no young heart SO
heavy. She wept as she had never
wept before.
! That night seemed to bring crisis
in her life. She stood face to face
with atrong passion and terrible
despair. She could never go back to
her husbana-that was certain. She
| had left him of her own accord, and
she could never return.
The black curtain of despair seemed
to fall over her. All at once the
great love and great mistake of her
| life appeared to her in clear colors.
She had put herself out of his life;
she had separated herself from him.
and she must abide by the con-
| sequences.
''Of what could l have been think
ing?" she asked herself She had,
as it were, seen his face in the glass
held by the fair hands of another wo-
man, and it's beauty dazzled her.
! She knew that of she went to him,
| he would forgive her-he had never
refused wish of hers in his life; but
her pride could not bend or lend itself
to that. She would abide by what she
had done. Even IL she could have
brooked asking him to take her back,
she would never meet the dowager
Lady RIVERS again. She had solemn
ly vowed never to re-enter Ryversdale
until the dowager herself asked her to
do so.
; The newborn love for her husband
struggled in her heart with pride.
and pride gained the victory. She
would not give in. whatever she had
to bear; she would suffer in silence,
die IL needs must be, but never go
back, never yield so sweet a triumph
to Lady RIVERS as to be seen. hum
bled and contrite, asking for her
husbands love again. She had never
thought to weep as she wept now,
never thought TO feel that longing for
him which she felt now. She said to
herself over and over again that she
must be mean and dishonorable Her
husband had done all he could to win
her love, and yet 1t had never seemed
really to wake in her heart until
jealousy aroused 1t. What love, de-
votiop. and untiring affection had
failed to do jealousy had done. Il am
not very noble woman" she con-
fessed.
The clouds that had passed over the
face of the moon seemed to her a type
OF the clouds that passed over her
own soul. She wished that she had
more love or more pride, that she
could humble herself to go to her hus-
band, or that she could forget him.
The memory of all his goodness to
her swept over her heart like a
whirlwind. How little she had thought
of it at the time-how little she had
valued 1t! Oh, for one touch of that
kind hand now, for one kiss from
those loving lips!
CHAPTER L.
The reign of King Frost had begun:
silvery fringes hung from the trees
and hedges. The robin-red-breast
outside the windows were waiting 20
be fed, and Miss MARI stood watching
them. She had read her letters, and
there was a look of determination ON
her face, when Violet. looking very
, pale and i'll, came into the room. The
heiress uttered little cry of dismay
! when she saw her.
Miss Beaton, you are really i'll l
am sure." she exclaimed. you
should see a doctor. You have not
been well for some time"
=, And in her heart Violet knew 1t was
true.
II have been making up my mind TO
81 vigorous course of action" con.
tinued Miss Marr-'most vigorous.
Are you well enough to listen?"
/ YES" said Violet; but her heart
: contracted with a sudden sense OF
: coming evil.
Il have had long letter from the
dowager Lady RIVERS this morning.
said Miss Mari, and she begs me to
go to see her. She has gone to her
own estate, Athelstone-she was an
Alton by birth, and very proud she is
: of the name-and Monica is with her.
She wants me to spend Christmas
with them. think shall so. have
an object in going" she continued
Il shall make most desperate
effort"
"In what direetions" asked Violet
She tried to smile as she spoke, but
her lips were white and trembling.
"T shall FRY IN raro,,r ilp naothnr and