Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1902-03-20
A MYSTERY SOLVED
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era. 1t was her sweet face that at
tracted him, a face that bespoke some
great sorrow. She kept her eyes turn
ed upon the stage, but he noticed that
1t was where there was acting rather
than music. All those in the box with
her were chatting during the opera,
while she, resting her cheek on her
hand and her arm On the rail, her fg-
ure partly covered by a curtain, seem
ed to be absorbed by her W dreams.
The opera was Faust" During the
scene where Mephistopheles and the
nurse are walking in the garden ana
Faust and Marguerite are singing their
love she turned her eyes away, and
they fell on Whittemore in the parquet,
his head turned toward her, his eyes
fixed intensely on hers. She blushed
slightly and looked again at the figures
on the stage.
When the opera was ended n all
rose to go, Whittemore was watching
her box. An elderly man put a wrap
around her shoulders, and the others
of the party were also getting ready to
leave. Whittemore' watched to see some
of them speak to her; but, though they
were chatting with each other, no one
said a word to her. Then they all went
out. and it seemed as if the electric
lights had been turned Off.
Winter passed into summer, and
Whittemore went to the seashore. The
morning after his arrival at bathing
time he strolled down to the beach.
There, sitting under a u umbrella,
was the girl he had seen at he opera.
She was peering far out where the wa
ter and the sky met, and here and
there a CLINT of sunshine on the hor1-
ION bespoke a sail. She was alone.
Whittemore would have given worlds
for some one to take him to her and in
reduce him. but he knew no one there.
He had come to be alone n for rest.
He waited, expecting that some OF her
friends would join her, but they lie
not. and after the bathing she arose
and went away. AS she passed him d
started. Evidently she remembered
him.
The next morning he vas at the
beach early. watching for her. When
she came, it was with a party of girls
and an elderly man, all in bathing
suits. What symmetry! Her hair, in
stead of being coiled under n of
those unbecoming bathing caps, was
streaming down her back, as it is
sometimes worn by very young girls
while bathing. All the party save her
were talking and laughing. She alone
was quiet. Surely she must have some
sorrow.
The beach was shelving, and few
dared venture beyond the breakers.
The man of the party took the fair one
by the hand and led her beyond their
depth. Suddenly Whittemore saw him
struggling in the water. The fair n
had gone under. With all his clothes
on Whittemore plunged in and brought
her out.
They stood on the beach, Whittemore
presenting a poor appearance in his
dripping clothes. The fair one looked
at him with an expression so distressed
that he thought she regretted that be
had saved her. Then without a word
Ol lud1kS size IuI1cu anu Idu way "
the bathing house. The man who had
taken her beyond her depth had been
dragged out of the water, and White
more saw him coming toward him.
Whittemore, indignant, turned his
back upon him and walked away. The
next evening he saw the fair one being
driven toward the railroad station. AS
chn no CCn1 him che roOa rdo6 him with
the same panied glance.
Winter came again, and Whittemore,
who had detested society for it's hol-
lowness, plunged into the gay world,
hoping that he might meet the girl who
had absorbed his whole being. He ap-
peared at teas, receptions, balls; he
went to the opera, to concerts, every
where where music was to be heard.
At last, at q musical entertainment at
the home OF one of his most intimate
friends, he saw her, but where? Sit
ting alone in a recess, so immersed be-
hind curtains as almost to be indis-
tinguishable! Although he was look
ing for her, when he found her he was
taken completely aback. He stood still
and trembled.
pardon me,' he said. 81 am per-
mitted to speak to you here under our
mutual friends roof, but I will not
avail myself of the privilege. Remain
here for a few minutes, and [ will
bring him to introduce me-"
Without waiting for her consent he
hurried away, found the host and
brought him to the recess.
1t was empty.
In vain he dragged the man through
the rooms looking for her. She was
not in any of the rooms below. They
waited in the hall, and presently she
came down, followed by her maid.
"Ah!" said the host. "Now | I'M
derstand. That is Clara Van Cleve, an
orphan. She is a deaf mute"
Whittemore went home in great dis
tress. He was desperately in love, but
no WAS q nra ctica1 man and considered