The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-08-04

life 1,,s out of the golden and celestial cup.
me woman shivered. with her dark
eyes fixed on the klndling heavens.
How cold it isl' she marmured.
cold, my darling?" he cried "Ah,
us go back to the -inn''
s sslre,IpI put ut her hand upon his arm.
Try to bear with me. know you
are good and kind, and I mean with ali
my heart to try and make you loving
wife. Give me a little time. You see
it's all so strange as yeti
of course it Isl" he replied, fondIy.
Don't think I'm so blind with pride
ana happiness as not to understand that!
It must be. strange and a little sad
leaving ones home and all one loves
1or. the last time. Your brother, too
POOR Dick he seemed quite cut up at
parting with you"
bitter smile, so faint as TO be scarce
~ perceptible, fluttered across the wom-
ans face.
II was not thinking of him. she said
of that!'
why should it? He knows how much
love you, and he can trust my love-
1t was growing dark when they re-en
tered the little hotel. They We're shown
up into their private sitting room, where
tea was prepared. When Letitia took off
her cloak and hat and sat down to off,
! clate at the table Tom thought she had
never looked so beautiful. The contagion
of his happiness had spread to her at
last, and she almost smiled. After ALL
sne thought why should she not try to
pc happy? Was she nots fortunate in so
bright and handsome a protector and
might she not. after ALL forget all the
load she had been carrying and begin a
new life?
The window was open, and the warm
scent of roses anG lilac was blown into
the chamber, blent with the breath of
the sea Tom drank cup after cup of
tea, stopping only to kiss the hands that
poured it.
1T reminds me of the first piece ever
played in he said with his arm round
her; A Cup OF Tea Have you seen
II. my darling? There are only two char
acters, young husband and wife.
There's a little storm, you know, in the
tea cup, but it all ends happily-like
this! And, drawing her blushing face to
his, he kissed her again and again.
Suddenly there came knock at the
door. As the bridal pair started asunder
the door opened and a stranger entered
a tall, somewhat portly, gentleman in
black dressed in the plain livery of the
Catholic priest. a massive brow.
square, bulldog face, black, piercing eyes,
and a voice like trumpet, which said
Mr.. Carbonate 7 believer"
That's my name" said Tom, standing
erect on the hearth rug
Mine is Canon Williams returned the
newcomer. Half an hour ago ] met my
friend, Father Macklln. of Plymouth.
What did it mean? Tom looked at his
bride. She was shrinking in her chair,
white as death. and pantins like hunteI
thing Her beautiful face looked wild
ard haggard, her hands were clenched
and her eyes were turned in fascination,
almost in entreaty, on the canons face
Sir said Tom, II do not understand
But the priest had approached Letita.
Standing over her, he said in a stern
voice
''Then what I have heard is true? Even
now I can scarcely believe it. Speak,
Sir" interrupted Tom "whoever you
are.
9TH talk to you by-and-by, my poor lad
Meantime, [ wish to hear from this wo-
mans own lips if she has entered into the
sacrament of matrimony with you, and if.
that being so, you know whom you have
married"
''Take carer' cried Tom. 'eYour clerical
dress shall not protect you if you pre-
sumo upon it and forget that this lady
is my wifer
Your wife? God help you if this be
so. Whoever she is this evening. she has
been living for years with Richard Sa.
vile, blackleg and a swindler!'
Not his sister? Not his sister," gasp
ed Tom.
Poor fellow, he had only to look at his
bride now to be aware that his fate was
sealed. Her face was distorted out of
all likeness and she was shaking like a
leaf
Look at her and mark my wordsp'
cried the priest. "She is a Catholic, though
an evil one. Three weeks ago she came
to me, asking me to bind you together
according to the rites of our holy church
I refused until she had told you the truth
A few days later I left for Cornwall
A little while ago, Father Macklin in
formed me that she had been married to
you. at st. Judes, Plymouth, by a Prot
estant clergyman. 1 ask you again, sir,