The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-06-27

They wish to give all the children OF 9
the church under 8 years old the grand
est Christmas tree imaginable-really
rich presents and they thought you
might like to havesit here. ~ z:---- =. :
"What do you say, Basil7''
"You were always so fond Of chill
dren. You" ..----- 80. ~. e.
"I never could endure them"
eve Ill thought you might enjoy it it
for yon It viii Il be- 5sI such pleasure to
me also, dear" :.
81 will have no such childish non
sense in my house, -
.."I promised it, Dora
"You had no right to do so. This is
my house. Ny father bought it and
1T seems, then, that intrude in
your house. Is it sos Speak, Dora I
eff YOU will ask questions you must
take the answer. You do intfude when
you come with such ridiculous proposals
: in fact, you intrude very often late
!. s'Dres MIR. Mostyn intrudes" l..
Mr.. Mestyn takes me out, gives me
a little sensible pleasure. You think
can be interested IN a Christmas tree.
The. idea!'' "@s*-
Alias, alas, Dora, you are tired Of
me! Yeu do not love me! You do not
love mel" --.@s<s b.,
L love uODOQy.- L JILL ssooi1y ~
married. It was all mistake. I wild
90 horne, and then you can get a d.
vorce.'
At this last word the whole man
changed. He was suMused, transfgured
with an anger that was at once right
eons and impetuous.
meg,' he demanded. "To the priest Of
God no such word exists. do
not know it. You are my wife, vii
limo or unwilling. You are nay W1te
forever, whether you dwell with me or
not. You cannot sever bonds the Al
mighty has tied. You are. mine, Dora
stanhepe! Nine for tins ,s and eternity
She looked at him in amazement, and
saw a man after an image she had
never imagined. She was terrified: She
flung herself on the sofa IN WhiriW1nd
of passion. She cried aloud ae@1nst- ms
: ment rage that was strongly Infused
with childish dismay aud panic.
: 81 will not be. your wife. forever! .
she shrieked. at will never be your
. wife again not for. one. hour!
Z Let me go! Take your hands; off me-! -
:. for Basil had knelt down by the dis
!. traughs::woman, and clasplng tsa r ms rs
my dear .wife You are my very own
: dear wife! Tell me what to do. Any.
thing that is right, reasonable Twill
do. We can never part.' 49, PIT
ct will go to my father. I viii new
- er come back to you' And with these
words she rose, threw off his embrace,
and with a sobbing cry ran, like a ter
rifed child, out of the room. T.
: He sat down exhausted by his emo
ton. and sick with the thought She had
+ evoked in that one evil word. The pub
licity. the disgrace, the wrong. to Holy
y church-ah, that was the cruelest
wound! His own wrong was hard
enough, but that he, who would gladly
die for the church, should put her tp
Tho it killed him, he must prevent that
wrong; yes, if the right eye offended It
must be plucked out. He must throw
off his casseck, and tl1rn away from the
sacred aisles: he fmust-he could not say
the word; he would wait a little. Dora
would not leave him; it was impossible.
He waited in trance Of aching sus-
~ Pense: :. Nothing for an hour or more
broke it-no football, no sound Of com
mand or complaint. He was finally in
hopes that Dora slept. Then he was
called to lunch, and he made pre-
. tense of eating it alone. Dora sent no
excuse for her absence, and he could
not trust himself to make inquiry about
: her. In the middle of the afternoon he
nodlu d Cdi1ldSc uI1Fe 10 6tfc uOOI, dIu
Dora, with her jewel case in her hand,
entered, it and was driven away. The
sight astounded him. He ran to her
room. and found her maid packing her
clothing. The woman answered his
questions sullenly. She said Mrs.
Stanhope had gone to Mrs. Den
ning's, and had left orders for
her trunks to be sent there Beyond
this she was silent and ignorant No
sympathy for either husband or wife
was in her heart. Their quarrel was
interfering with her own plans; she
hated both Of them in consequence.
In the meantime Dora had reached
her home. Her mother was dismayed
again in Dora IS heart the passion,
which had provoked the step She had
taken. She wept like a lost child
She exclaimed against the horror OF
being Basil g wife forever and ever