The Brattleboro reformer. (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1907-1912, 1910-02-18

can but hint at it. Some tragedies lii
beyond the ken OF man, and this one w
can but gather from stray scraps OF torn
up Letters addressed to no one and be
traying their authorship only through tn,
writer's hand They were found Ions
after the mystery of Felix Cadwalader',
death had been fully accounted for, tucked
| away unuer the flooring of Bartow's room
| Where or how procured by him, who can
tell.
Madness,
Il have seen Eva Poindexter again, and
heaven and hell have contended for me
ever since Eva! Eva! the girl thought
of only as our prey The girl have given
she is too lovely for any man unless il be
one who has never before thrilled to any
woman's voice, or seen face that could
move his passions or awaken his affection,
Is it love | feel! Can |, Felix, who have
had but one thought, known but one en-
thusiasm, retain in this breast of iron a
spot however secret, however small which
any woman, least of all his daughter, could
reach? Never. | am the prey of frenzy or
the butt of devils. Yet only the inhabi
tants of a more celestial sphere brighten
around me when | think of those half
raised eyes. those delicately parted lips, SO
devoid of guile, that innocent bearing, and
the divine tenderness, mingled with
strength, by which she commands admira-
ton and awakens love. must fly. |
must never see her again. Thomas's pur.
pose is steady. He must never see that
mine rocks like an idol smitten by a
thunderbolt.
IF Thomas had not been reared in Paris
he too-But / am the only weak one.
Curses on MY
Did | say / would fly / cannot, not
yet. One more glimpse Of her face, il only
to satisfy myself that have reason for
this madness Perhaps was but startled
yesterday to find a celestial loneliness
where / expected to encounter pallid in
anity. If my emotion is due to my own
weakness rather than to her superiority,
proves my destruction.
| will stay and
Thomas will not, shall not
dexter's daughter
hate hate for Thorn
MY self-esteem is restored. | have seen |
her again-him-the were together-there |
was true love in his eye-how could ex-
pect him not to love her--and | was able |
to hide my anguish and impose his duty |
on him. She loves him-or he thinks So
and the work goes on. But | will not |
stay TO watch It's accompaniment. NO, no. |
81 told him my story tonight, under the |
yuise of past experience. Oh, the devils
must laugh at us men, They have reason
to. Sometimes | wonder if my father in
The clearness of his new vision does not
on them in their mirth.
Home with my unhappy secret! Home,
where nothing comes to distract me from
ny gnawing griefs and almost intolerable
thoughts. walk the floors. cry aloud
Ter name. cry it even under the por-
raft of Evelyn. There are moments when
am tempted to write Thomas--to forbid
lim----
Eva! Eva! Eva! Every fibre in my
body utters the one word. But
10 man shall ever know. Thomas shall
lever know how the thought of her fills
ny days and nights, making my life tor
nent and the future
81 wait for his letters (scanty they are
nd cold) as the doomed criminal awaits
is executioner. Does she really love him.
)r will that exquisite, that soulful nature
all for a stronger mate, more cOncentrat
d temperament, a--a-