The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-15
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Two Women.
 One evening in January when the sharp winter twilight was just falling I left the Executive office after an exhausting day, and walked home to the Governors mansion. Seth, full of the pride and importance that marked him in those days, admitted me and said in a loud, mysterious whisper:
 There's a lady, waitin' to see you in the parlor, Governor"
 "A lady?"
 .sYes, sir, an on business. I told her you saw all people on business at the Executive office, but she said she wanted to see you here, an she'd wait until you came. She's tip-topper, too, a regular-out-ando outer"
 Mystified I gave Seth my hat and an open fire burned in the grate, and only slight light was on. woman, all in black, was sitting by the window, and she rose when I entered, throwing back black veil from her face. It was Pauline Harmon.
 It was Pauline Harmon, but she was much changed. Her beauty was not gone, instead it was increased, and it was there that the change lay Into the beauty that had been hitherto only of the flesh there seemed to have entered some spiritual quality, faint, far-away reflection; of that which clothed Alicia about, but enough to be noticed, and to exert a refining influ- ence. Upon her face were the traces of great sadness and the grief be- came her.
 Instinctive1y I felt a certain respect for her., whatever she had been once, and I spoke to her with courtesy.
 T know that you little expected to see me here," she said gravely, 'fbut I have come to ask you a favor" |" T.
 Another! she, too, who had caused it all would ask me for George Grey's life. I shook my head.
 Don't ask it," I said. CT can't par don him.
 We men often misjudge women, and I misjudged her. terribly now. Her dark eyes flashed and she, flung up her head in the manner of a Judith.
 That is just what I ask you not to here for that purpose! I: want him to suffer for the crime that he com mitted, and for which he should hang! I loved the man he killed, and I want the murderer of that man to die! Don't be surprised! I know it seems strange, after what I have been, but I loved him.! I say I loved Walter Harrison. and I do not forgive!"
 Her voice was not raised, but she spoke with an intensity of passion that could not be mistaken.
 ''I thought you loved Grey once," I said.
 .Ihat was not love-" she said scorn- fully, ''but Walter Harrison I did learn to love. I could have loved him as Alicia Grey loves you! And now he Is dead!'
 She smote her hands together and a great pity for this woman came over me. Perhaps if circumstances had been favorable she might have become g. good wife and mother. Certainly I was not one to judge Ter. Nor did I blame her now because she stood out for vengeance, which is one of our weak human emotions.
 T did not have any intention of par doning George Grey" I said T have resolved to refuse. all such petitions. might pardon him if I were respon- sible to myself alone, but my. oath of office will not let me-
 Her lips were pressed closely to- gether and her face was hard. The quality within her that caused her to love the dead Harrison with a love that would have been pure under other circumstances did not leave any mercy in her for the living Grey I was moved again by pity for her, a pity which I think was sincere and deep. She was truly a beautiful wo- lllotl, WILL features WHICH d SOOO llIC might have made noble as we'll as beautiful.
 What are you going to do?" I ask ed, and I asked the question with no mere curiosity, but with a desire to help her if I could
 II am going away from Kentucky" she replied, "and I shall start anew where I am not known. You started anew and you have succeeded . She made the allusion to me with no desire to taunt me, but merely as a potent illustration
 'I'll tell you good bye now she said, because I don't know that we'll meet again.
 Gro be Continued.)