The Mercur miner. [volume] (Mercur, Utah) 1895-1913, 1904-02-24
CHAPTER XIII.
The Return OF Joy.

other letter--a piece Of paper twisted
carelessly but containing these few
pregnant words;
"Cornella dear, come TO me. Bring
me something to wear. have just
teeth. and ] have not a 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 walt 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 a cry Of Joy, and as Van Ariens
was sick and trembling with the sight
OF his daughter. and the tale of her
sufIerlngs. Cornella persuaded him to
go to sleep. and leave Arenta to her
care. Poor Arenta. she was III with
the priyations she had suffered, she
was half.staryed. 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 | took away
with me. Cornella," she complained;
well, | have not rag left have
nothing left at ALL"
Your husband. Arenta?"
"He was gulllotined."
"Oh. my dear Arentai"
"Guillotined. told him to be quiet.
| 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 could
not make up my mind 10 the knife
oh. how terrible 1t vast" Then she
began TO sob bitterly. and Cornelia let
her talk OF her suiferings until she
fell into n 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 rs often az possible. and gredu-
ally the half.dis;raught woman recov.
cred something OF her natural spirits
and resolution. or course with many
differences. She could not be the same
Arenta. she had outllved many of her
illusions. She took but little interest
for a while In the life around her.
Rem she did talk about, but chiefly
because he was going to marry an Eng.
fish girl, an intention she angrily de.
] plored.
If am sure" she said. Rem might
have learned lesson from my sad
/ fortune. What does he want to marry
a foreigner for7 He ought To have
prevented me from doing so. instead
OF following my foolish example"
| mo one could have prevented you,
Arenta You would not listen even
to your father"
"Oh. indeed. II was my fate. We
must all submit to fate. Why did you
refuse REM"
HE was not my fate. Arenta,"
We'll, 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 HeemslSrk.
entered the room, and Cornelia was
glad to escape. She knew that Aren.
Ia would again relate all her expert.
ences, and she disllked &c mingle them
with her renewed dreams OF love and
her lover.
she will talk aud talk" said Cor.
nelia TO her mother, and then there
viii be tea aud chocolate and more
talk. and | have heard all | wish to
hear about that dreadful city. and the
demons who walk In blood Senator
Van Heemskirk came in with her
father as | left"
Il hope he treated you more clyllly
than madame did"
He was delightful. I courtesied 20
/ him. and he lifted my hand and kissed
/ IL, and said, 4 grew loveller every
| day and kissed his cheek and said,
I I wished always to be lovely In hfs
sight Then 7 came home. because
! would not, just yet, speak OF George
To him"
"Arenta would hardly have given
you any opportunity | wonder at what
hour she Will release Joris Van
Heemskirk,'
IT win he later than 1t ought to
be"
Indeed II was so late that Madame
Van Heemskirk had locked up her
house for the night, and was troubled
at her husbands delay--even little
cross
AN old man like you, Joris," she
said In a tone OF vexation--"sltting
I'll mine o'clock with the last runaway
from Paris; a cold you have already.
and all for a girl that threw her senses
behind her. to marry a Frenchman."
Much she has suffered, Lysbet."
Much she ought to suffer And I
believe not In Arenta Van Ariens' suf
fering"
Il viii sit title by the Are. Lys
bet. SIT down ~ me. My mind Is full
Of her story. Bitter fears and suffer,
ing she has come through. Her hus.
band was guiliotined last May. and
from her home she was taken--no
time TO write 70 friend-no time TO
save anything she had. except a string
OF pearls, which round her waist for
many weeks she had worn. Hungry
! and sick upon the floor OF her prison
she was sitting when her name was