Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1902-06-14
Guilt Has It's Own Tongue.


| but neither of them had noticed it. Ar
thur was gazing fxedly at a vivid, ar
dent flame in the fireplace; Helen con
templating vacillating fame nearby,
now blue. now rose, that escaped like a
lcapricious Hill-O' the-wisp from a partial
| ly-consumed log.
| At length Arthur broke the silence
Did you have many visitors today
| he asked.
Quite number-there were Mrs.
Schuyler, Henry Harrington. old Mrs.
Cheyne. Ressie Murray
And who else
NO one particuariy-thc usual assert
ment OF every Tuesday, but Bessie
We'll, what about Bessie?"
She was pecullar-pa seemingly i'll
ana agltated, but in spite Of all, prettier
even than usual. While speaking on in
different topics she teverish'y tore bits
off the lace on her dress: than all of n
my hands i'll hers.
DO you believe she asked, that a
woman who has been deeply loved can
live without love-?
What did you answer"
Nothing establishment kept me mute,
and even now | am still striving to find
out just what Bessie meant"
Her meaning is evident enough. Your
friend IS neglected by her husband and
greatly c0urted in society. She is vet
innocent, but has reached that point
where woman needs a confidant to
hold her back from the abyss or to ex-
cuse her If she slips theron"
Poor BesSie-poor Bessie" and Helen
returned to her contemplation of the red
and blue flames on the hearth. Then,
bestowing on her husband Il look of in
eitable tenderness, she went on: How
happy | am, Arthur, for your love for
me IS still unchanged"
Yes, my darling"
They say, though, that happiness is n
myth, yet it seems to me that God must
have given it to all, only we do not know
now 10 Keep lt-and, generally, in a fam
lily, 1t IS the husband who is its guard
IAN; Arthur, you have nothing to say?"
w hat child you are!"
Truly? All see and hear around me
| IN society astonishes me more and more
| each day, and often | regret having left
| my country home. There Bessie would
not have been neglected"
still harping on Bessie! Did you
| receive no other visitors as interesting?
| II is one of the pleasures of people of
thc world 70 view as IN magic lantern
| the eccentric types of humanity"
Il saw Marie, who told me something
| extraordinary, almost incredible, and yet
| it seems it is true"
Tell me what il was"
1T is clairvoyant story. l laughed
over it at first, as YOU are doing now,
| but | ended by trembling"
I'VE shall see if | am impressionable"
The clairyOyant of whom | speak--a
wOman-hves in an obscure quarter of
! the city, and, it appears, can read your
| thoughts accurately and even those Of
| persons not present, if he is given a
| lock of their hair"
| t,I
'She told Mario how TO find some lace
| that had been stolen from her.
| Mere chance"
And spoke to her of secret known
| only 10 herself"
A woman never possesses Il secret
! known only to herself"
She revealed to her those of her hus-
| band
often there are mysteries that are
! such for none save those most directly
| Interested"
In spite of what you say l quite long
| TO 20 and consult that woman. Suppose
l take her a lock of your hairT'
| "Oh. nonsense!'
please let me, dear Arthur. 1t
would be such fun. I'll tell you every
thing she says"
No; l don't desire any fun of that
sort"
why notE"
Because is not an answer. 1t is what
we apply to children whose curiosity we
do not wish TO satisfy"
What you ask is improper"
improper! For what reason? l DO
not understand YOU"
you understand nothing. 1t seems to
me. though, that three years of city life
ought to have somewhat sharpened your
wits"
"Oh. Arthur! How can two persons
who love each other have anything 10
fear from clairvoyants? You believe in
them. then?"
Il believe in the credulty of women"
Arthur. | heseech You, let me cut a
lock of your hair"
II forbid YOU"
"WellF'
But that voice that used to reassurc
her only augmcntS her uneasineSS, for
she no longer recognizes il. Again she
! takes refuge in her thoughts Why does
| ne not wish her 10 consult the clair
voyant2 Why? Why?
| Her heart beats violently and Il sharp
pang assails it; doubt is entering therein.
| Ii Arthur were false? IL he were like
| BesSie's husband?
| Who could have stolen Arthur from
! hert She is trying to think Can it he
! Ethel Goddard. or is il that little Mrs.
| Warburton? She is Sufocating. her
! throat tlghtenS. her lips are dry and
| burning. The light of the lamp vacil-
lates. The old tapestries are of a sud
| den clearly shown, then fall again into
| shadow. The chairs brighten here ana
| there by CLEANS that fall on the gliding
OF their frames, seem To move queerly
around Helen, whose brain is reCling.
She Is frightened at herself for while
thinking of n rival, she feels herself No
longer responsible being, capable even
Of a crime.
II is thus, then. that one becomes Grim