The Cook County herald., 1904-11-19
CHAPTER XII.
The Return Of JOY.

The Return Of Joy.
Now it is very noticeable that when
unusual events begin to happen in any
life, there is a succession of such
events, and not unfrequently they ar
rive in similar ways. At any rate,
about ten days after the receipt of
Annie's letter, Cornelia was almost
equally amazed by the receipt of an
other letter-a piece of paper twisted
carelessly but containing these few
pregnant words:
"Cornelia, dear, come to me- Bring
me something to wear I have just
arrived saved by the skin of my
teeth, and I have not decent gar
ment OF any kind to put on. Arenta"
A thunderbolt from clear sky
| could hardly have caused such sur.
prise. but Cornelia did not wait to talk
about the wonder. She loaded a maid
with clothing OF every description, and
ran across the street to her friend
Arenta saw her coming, and met her
with cry of joy, and as Van Ariens
was sick and trembling with the sight
OF his daughter. and the tale of her
sufferings, Cornelia persuaded him to
go to sleep. and leave Arenta to her
care. Poor Arenta, she was ill with
the privations she had suffered, she
was half-starved, and nearly without
| clothing, but she did not complain
much until she had been fed,. and
bathed, and "dressed,'', as she said,
| like New York woman ought to
be-"
'You know what trunks and trunks
| full of beautiful things I took away
with me, Cornelia,"> she complained;
| "well, l have not rag left. have
| nothing left at ALL
"Your husband, Arenta?"
"He was guillotined."
"Oh my dear Arenta!"
"Guillotined. told him to be quiet.
I begged him to go over to Marat, but
| no! his nobility obliged him to stand
| by his order and his king. So for
! them he died. Poor Athanase! He
expected me to follow him, but 1 could
| not make up my mind to the knife
! Oh, how terrible it was!" Then she
began to sob bitterly, and Cornelia let
| her talk of her sufferings until she
! fell into sleep-a sleep, easy to see,
still hunted by the furies and terrors
through which she had passed
For a week Cornelia remained with
her friend and Madame Jacobus joined
them as often as possible, and gradu-
ally the half-distraught woman recov.
cred something of her natural spirits
and resolution. OF course with many
differences. She could not be the same
Arenta, she had outlived many of her
Illusions. She took but little interest
for while in the life around her.
Rem she did talk about, but chiefly
| because he was going to marry an Eng
lish girl, an intention she angrily de.
plored.
# am sure" she said Rem might
have learned lesson from my sad
fortune. What does he want to marry
a foreigner for? He ought to have
prevented me from doing SO, instead
of following my foolish example,
"No one could have prevented you,
Arenta You would not listen even
to your father"
"Oh, indeed, it was my fate. We
must all submit to fate. Why did you
refuse REM"
HE was not ny fate, Arenta.''
"Well then, neither is George Hyde
your fate Aunt JacODus has told me
some things about him. She says he
is to marry his cousin. You ought to
marry REM
AS she said these words Van Ariens,
accompanied by Joris Van Heemskirk,
entered the room. and Cornelia was
glad to escape. She knew that Aren-
ia would again relate all her expert.
ences, and she disliked to mingle them
| with her renewed dreams of love and
her lover.
| "She will talk and talk said Cor.
nelia to her mother, ''and then there
will be tea and chocolate and more
talk, and I have heard all I wish to
hear about that dreadful city, and the
demons who walk in blood. Senator
Van Heemskirk came ip with her
father as I left
Il hope he treated you more civilly
than madame did"
HE was delightful. l courtesied to
him, and he lifted my hand and kissed
it, and said, I grew lovelier every
day. and I kissed his cheek and said.
4 wished always to be lovely in his
sight, Then I came home, because
l would not, just yet, speak of George
to him.. s
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