Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1901-11-06

But one felt the loss or farm or
n house very little. 1t was not until
the ships, too, were threatened that the
full enormity of the thing, the incredi-
BILE wickedness of the conspirators, was
borne in upon my mind. 1t threatened
to ruin me, you see, US well as Molly.
Therefore / walked across the mar
ket place to the Grown inn more gloomy
In my mind than can describe. Hith-
erto, somehow, ship seemed safe. No
one would interfere with ship. Like
Lord Fylingdale himself, was ready
to ask whether ship could be bought
and sold--that is to say, l knew that
she was often bought and sold, but 1
never thought that any of Molly's ships
any other ships as much as you
please, but not Molly's ships-could be
brought to the hammer.
The lady sent word that she would
receive me. Imagine my surprise. She
was none other than the Lady Anasta-
STA. She was greatly changed In six
months. had seen her last, you re-
member, in January. when met her
in the park. She was then finely dress
ed, n handsome woman, with q winning
manner and smiling face. Thus she
was when met her. When left her,
she was q handsome woman marred
with a consuming wrath.
Now should hardly have known
her. She was plainly attired, without
patches or paint, wearing gray silk
dress. But the chief change was moi
in her dress, but in her face. She was
pale, and her cheeks were haggard
She looked like woman who had re.
Gently suffered severe illness and
was, indeed, not yet fully recovered.
"Jack"-she advanced, giving me hel
hand with her old graciousness-"yor
are very good to come when call. Il
is the last time that you will obey any
call from me-"
''Why the last time, madam"
Because, Jack, am now going tt
make thee my bitter enemy-yes, m,
enemy for life" She tried to smile
but her eyes grew humid. 81 can new
er be regarded henceforth as anything
else. You will despise me; you will
curse me. Yet must needs speak,"
Madam, l protest know not wha
you mean"
"And l, Jack, protest I know no
how to begin. Do you remember las
January, when we talked together
Let me begin there-yes, it will be bes
to begin there. l do not think coul,
begin at the other end. It would b
like bath Of ice cold water in Janu
ary."
81 remember our conversation, mad
am"
"You told me-what was 1t you toll
me? Something about a certain box o
case of Jewels"
"Molly's jewels. Yes, I told you no,
his lordship seized upon them ut th
first when he claimed control over Mo
ly's fortune"
"You told me that. 1t was in Janr
ary. he had seized upon them 81
months before. The thing surprise
me. He had always told me that b
could not get those jewels, and, Jacl
you see, they were my own"
"Yours, madam? But they were Mo
ly's."
mot at all. Molly after her ma
rage had nothing. All became m
lords property. The Jewels were min
Jack, mine by promise and compact"
understood nothing.
81 have seen in France the wome
kneeling Mt the boxes where they CO..
fess to the priest. Jack. will you
my priest? can confess to you VIII
!, could never confess to Molly. thous
have wronged her. Jack. oh, n
. priestw Here she fell on her knees AZ
clasped her hands. mo, mop she erie
81 will not rise-on my knees, on n
knees. not to ask your pardon, but 4
the shame and the disgrace and Il
villainyW
Madam, I pray-I entreat."
l took her by both hands. I ha
lifted her and half assisted her. 81
sank into an armchair, sobbing al
: crying, and covered her face with b
hands. She was not play acting. n
no, it was real sorrow, true shan
!. Oh, there was revenge as well.
. doubt there was revenge. If she h
. been wicked, she had also been wron
!: ed. Presently she recovered lit
!, Then she sat up and began to talk.
= 81 am the most miserable woman
= the world, and deserve my misel
: Jack, when you go back to your 81
y fall on your knees and thank God tt
you are poor and that Molly has be
= robbed Of her fortune and is also pc
= Oh, to be born rich-belieye me, 1t is
thing most terrible. 1t makes men Il
Lord Fylingdale, who have nothing
i do but to follow pleasure such pie
: ure! All, merciful heaven, such pie
: IRE! And it makes women, Jack, Il
9 me. We, too, follow pleasure like
y men. We become gamblers. There
. no pleasure for me like the pleasure
3 gambling. We fall in love for the pie