Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-03-07

old home at New York. Her aged spin
ster connections, keeping faithful guard
over her belongings, welcomed her cold
| ly, as they had right to do, notwith-
! standing the fact that she had kept
| them, who else would have been penni-
less, in luxury. She set afioat the rurnor
| that she had returned, but society, how
ever curious it might be, was not eager
to enter the doors which she had so UNI
tremendously slammed in it's face five
years before. She was out of touch with
| things, as she soon discovered.
If I had genius I could carry off the
situation she said. ut would be ac-
counted very fine of me to have devel-
oped eccentricities. AS it is, see am
quite likely to fall fiat. What if l should
have to go back to Judson and hang
around for him to patronZe me till he
deserted me altogether? Oh, it's a fit
punishment for me, no doubt. 1 ought
to have accepted my life as it was laid
out for me. l interfered with the scheme
of the fates, and they are at outs with
me-"
| But she made a further effort. She
drew, for the first time in years upon
| those great financial resources of hers.
She bought jewels. flnery. horses. car
riages. She employed great artists to
sing at her matinees. She gave dinners;
she asked five hundred ladies at time
to drink tea with her. Society. still re-
luctant, went from inertia. and found,
not the girl it remembered. but some
what scornful woman. exceedingly self
possessed and sngularly silent. If she
had been loquacious or conciliatory, she
would have played and lost But her
attitude was Indifferent after all: for no
sooner had she heard the buzz of voices
within her doors than She became i'm
patient of them. She had, however, her
dramatic surprise to fall back upon for
entertainment. She wrote to Washing
ton, inviting her husband to come up.
| He had supposed her duling over her
books and embroidery at home. He came,
got the dramatic surprise and--was fran
! ticaliy angry.
He was married, then. to woman
who did not give him her confidence?
she mad allowed him to struggle on in
poverty when she had money? She had
possessed influential acquaintance and
had given him no benefit of them? She
had kept secrets from him?
Her reawakened beauty her splendor,
her position. appeared to make no effect
The truth was. it was not the success
OF another person which could give him
pleasure. He was furious at being put
in a secondary position
| I've Widened the chasm I hoped to
bridge thought poor Marian. She let
her husband go back to Washington and
she stayed on in New York, taking up
with little interest her old social duties,
and conscious that society considered
her not-well, not quite the thing Then.
seeing no hope there. or back in the
little town, or at Washington beside her
husband, she disappeared again. Her
husband received deed Of the house
IN which she had lived when they were
married. The cousins of her step Their
were invited to accept a little home up
the Bronx. Her city belongings were
sold under the hammer
will she turn up with another hus-
band, presently" society asked
1T heard nothing more of her for
several years. Then someone skim
ming around the Sahara, found her at
a rest house. painting water color
sketches Of the desert. Later on. 1t was
said she bought a train of camels and
constituted herself as wholesale car
rler of merchandise. Still later there was
word of her having bought a commodi-
Gus oasis, and of living there with Be-
uouln servants. keeping open house for
where she sat and wrote philosophit
poetry
Society began to wish she would com,
back to New York. But she never did
Finally she disappeared for the last time
She went to the great unknown Whethe,
she died by natural or violent means
no on knew. But her possessions were
not to be fOund-the Bedouin servants
mad appropriated everything The oasis
was given to solitude and neglect: the
we'll choked with sand.
AS for Marian herself, she Law. NO
doubt, in shallow grave. which the
]ackals would find no hindrance to thei,
bestial Investigations
1t wasn't a pleasant story: but it al
came about from blunder on the part
OF the Three. A woman made fol
achievement. was put in a place where
nothing was left to be achieved She
who would have thrived by climbing
found herself at the top. 1t was a stupi6
waste of energy What of power and
passion. of poetry and good will. OF
originality and courage, persisted will
this eccentric creature only her maker
Will know. She had too great a shirt
for conventional career; not enough
bravadO for the achievement of grea
fame. AS she could not climb she gropet
her way downward, and found the way
rough and without joy. Could she hav,
mounted other steeps-those of the mnt
and the spirit-she might yet have at
tanned to happiness. But someway, sh,
I missed it all.
So the jackals, proving under an IN
different moon made the conclusion.
| The recent census taken Throughout
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