Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 21, Number 11, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 6 September 1890 — Page 6

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THE _MAIL.

A I/APER FOR THE PEOPLE.

TO WAIT.

Tia wood's bappy lot to wait, To wait with glad expectant .r, And buoyant heart lifted elate,

The folded future's mystery.

Whatever joy may come to bless, Howe'er lore sends liis messenger, word nor any half caress

May ever be forestalled by her.

And though ber heart yearn overmuch, Its tenderest song is never sua*? She may Dot raise with lightest touch

The curtain o'er the future hung.

If love come soon or love come late, Or, saddest, never come at all, Tis woman's patient lot to wait

Through all the lengthening interval. —Montreal Star.

Hollister's Wife.

[By Frances Boardman in the Cosmopolitan.] Hollister and I had'always been great chums at college. He was a sensitive refined sort of fellow for whom I felt a kind of protective tenderness and oar friendship had something of that sentiment which is often experienced at boarding schools. When he parted we vowed enternal fidelity. Life and ideas however change considerably after you leave college, and oar correspondence which gradually became irregular finally ceased altogether. I was too much of a Bohemian and Hollister too much of the domestic for us to see much of each other, and though I managed to keep track of him through the papers and rejoice at his reported prosperity he had very soon comparatively dropped out of my life. About four years aft«r our graduation I received his wedding cards and an affectionate note from him, which had followed me around in my travels and seemed like messages from the past when they finally came to my sight. I ami led as I read his letter, at the en* thuslastlo praise of his fiance Augusta Maraton with whom I knew he bad been in love some years ago. I bad long known hor by reputation, a daughter of Judge Marston, and a recognized leader in society, and it gave me pleasure that she should have reciprocated his affectlen.

I intended writing him at once but somehow such things become forgotten when ono is travelling, and it was not till five years later when I returned to .New York that I gave him my congratulations.

It was then that I called on Hollister in his office. Now that I was so near him again I became feverishly anx'ious to ueo nim. All the events of our early friendship came before my mind. I hoped should not find him changed.

Mo was busily writing when I entered the office and the hurried glance which he gave ice betokened no recognition, I held out my hand warmly, speaking his name. He looked at me in surprise and then a flash of real pleasure passed! over his careworn face. "Dick Hallock!" he said.

I could hardly imagine that Hollister should have changed so much in the nine years of the separation. He was older—much older—and the look of perfect frankness which u&ed to be his chief attraction had given place to an expression of almost cunning. He seemed tired and languid and I knew at once that tliw umn had been worKing too hard.

I was sure however that he was glad to see mo, and when he urged me so cordially to return with him to dinner I could not refuse. To my plea that I was not dressed for dinner heed.

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She hung In his embrace as a petted child but blushed prettily as her ga*e met mine, and drawing away from himsuddenly in a half-frightened mapner she added: "Pardon mo—I did not know you were not alone."

Jack turned to me with a smile. "Gua-s HIO," he said, "this Is my friend Dick Hallock of whom you have heard me sieak so often. I)»ck, lot me introduce my wife."

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Irs. Holllater hold out hor hand to with a childish grace. "How glad 1 am to meet you!" she said her blue eve# smiling into miue innocently. "I know you well you see. I have sometimes been jealous of you for you wore my husband's first love."

She turned with a laugh and looked at Jack with such adoration in her gate thai all doubt* aa to

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love them," she answered. Hollister took the book rather roughly, I thought, and laid it on the piano. "Come, Gussie, give as some music," he said. 1 imagined she looked a trifle hurt at his tone of voice, but she arose at once and walked with him to

"What does It matter with us?" he gloves reached nearly to her shoulders .. bracelet or two outside, and in her hair, which was coiledsin the Grecian mode, were other jewels. Yes—as 1 looked at her the feature#were thesame

said. As wo walked together to his home we ask each other millions of questions. 1 finally spoke of his wife. "1 was so pleased to receive your cards, «... Jack," I said "for I knew how fond of but that elevated carriage of the head her you were at college. She is thesame *Mn «n,i hano-htv droon one, Isn't she?"

spoke the haggard look became expression. nrient in his features. She seate

more ev...., Yes," he answered, "she is the same." A fooling of pity came over me for I surng of pi„„ intseri that the society belle did not give him a real affootlon wnleh his nature required.

When wo reached his homo it was with a little air of pride that he led me into the spacious hall so richly oarpeted Truly Hollister had boon successful. was laying aside my hat and cane when a heavy curtain at the end of the hall was pulled aside and a slight figure hurried toward Hollister. She see mod to mo at first a young girl for she was dressed simply in whiteaud wore along braid of bkmd hair between her shoulders. Her immenso blue eyes took no notice to me but fastened themselves upon itoUlsterat once. "Ob! Jack dear," she cried, kissing him, "why were you so lato?"

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were immediately dispelled from my mind. We followed her into the luxuriant drawing room where she seated her self upon an ottoman by her husband's aide and looked up at him with a smile. Could we have had a more delightful surprise than Mr, Hallock, Jack?" she

looked in her infantile profile with perfect amassment, hardly believing ray Could it be possible that thii young girl with her pretty simple mannets was the "stalely Mrs. Holllater" whose name had #o often seen in society papers? To moahewaa a delightful change frmu the conventional hostess and 1 enjoyed the dinner more than I should have 1 magined ray blase emotions would permit. When Mm. Hollister gracefully retired leaving Jack and me to ©nsaseive* 1 could not withhold my admiration. "Jack old fellow,** I cried, "you have a charming wife, congratulate you."

He m'lftKt a little but it waa a smite without warmth. "la It possible," though 1, "that he la tired of her? If fceougbttobetettlpfcd."

When we left the table Jack led me to the

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room. Here w« found Mr*.

Holllater reading. She Wd aside her novel with poorly concealed reluctance. I lifted It and glanced at the tlU*-~The Child Wife—and smiled to think how well the name might apnty to herself. "Do you like no velar* I aaked.

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He stood by her aide as she looked through some loose music. "Really, Hollister," I said thoughtlessly, "you look worn out. You ought not work so hard." 'Before he conld answer,bis wife turned to me eagerly with an expression of such pain in her face that I felt like flaying myself for having put the thought into words. "He is not well, is he?" she cried. "Do try to persuade him to rest, Mr. Hallock. How many times I hare attempted!"

Hollister made a gesture of impatience, "lam all right," he exclaimed "don bother yourself about me—come, sing for as."

She obeyed him immediately and sang some ballads and lullabies in a clear soprano and with a charming manner which quite captivated me so simple and unassuming it was. When she finished a delicious little 'bedtime song» she looked at her husband question ingly. "Jack," she said, "don't you think it would be right to—I would so like Mr. Hallock to see Mable. Couldn't I take him to the nursery?"

So Hollister had a child—strange he should not have told me. I was never very fond of children but arose at once ana expressed my desire to see Mabel. Hollister followed us silently. In the midst of silks and laces, guarded by a white-capped nurae who spoke no English, lay the sleeping baby. She was indeed a pretty child with golden hair like her mother's and soft plump little cheeks which (at Mrs. Hollister's smiling permission (I brushed slightly with my moustache. When we returned to the drawing-room I noticed with surprise that it was already late, and not without a feeling of reluctance I made my adieus. "You must come to see ua soon," said Hollister's cordially. I replied at once that I should although my time in the city was limited, and with thanks for the pleasant evening and anew feeling —a very slight feeling of loneliness—I said good night and departed.

Somehow Mrs. Hollister was constantly in mind. Certainly Jack ought to be a happy man. Perhaps after all he had chosen a preferable life but should I choose to follow his example, where could I find another such as his gentle loving wife? I shrugged my broad shoulders and sought to forget her.

It was still with much pleasure that I sought their home some evenings later. I was ushered to the music room where

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Hollister was not present. "My wife is out," said Jack quickly "bat

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She dined with some friends but said she would return early." Hardly were the words spoken when

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the eyelids gave her an entirely different

seated herself and drew off her gloves slowly, showing her fair plumi arms and pretty hands which I had ad mired before. Hollister broke the si lence "Did you enjoy tliedinner?" he asked

She looked at him coldly. "Rather," she answered. I folt uncomfortable and moved rest lessly In my cbalr. Possibly Jack and she had quarrelled—her manner was BO different. She turned to me languidly. "And how have you been occupying yourself, Mr. Hallock? Your time has been well filled since wo have seen you?

I noticed as she looked at me how large were the pupils of hor eyes, which seemed almost black that evening. "Yes," I answerod, "I have had many things to do and many people to see. Nine yoars Is a long time to be away from home, vou know—or rather from the nearest place to home. I of course have no real home."

She dropped h£r eyes and said in a low tone: S "I can sympathize with yon.n

Hollister and I both started. He arose a little em bar rased. "Will you not play or sing for us, Gussio?" he asked, "or are you too tired?*'

She paused a moment before answering aud then arose and walked to the piano. "What would you like," she said, turning her large eyes to me. "Anything," I answered, "or stav that lullaby which you. sang the other evening—the one with refrain."

She shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Lullabies are so tiresome!" abe said. "Still of course if you like." And with an air of being bored she sang througt the song.

The woman was an enigma to me What should I say to her? Suddenly I bethought myself of the child to whom she was so devoted and as she finished 1 inquired as to Mabel's health. She looked at me a moment as though scarcely comprehending my meaning and then said qnlekty: "Mable? Oh! thanks. She is well think."

She turned to the piano again and brilliantly executed some music of Schumann, which was laying open before her. I was surprised that she should play with such strength and skill*

Suddenly she ceased and arose from the instrument* I saw that her eyes were full of tea**. Hollister waa watching her sullenly and I conld have Sim* the man. "She is very unhappy," I thought. Clearly it was no time far me to remain longer and with wett-feigaed excoaes acd expressions of disappointment that 1 should not we them again while in town 1 arose to take my departure.

Mrs. Holl liter held oat her hand to me

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heard a carriage outside and the next moment the door open and shut. "She has returned now," he added "if you will pardon me I will speak to her myself."

walked around the room, impatient ly awaiting her entrance, and then, as I heard their footsteps, advanced with out

stretched hand to greet my charming ing

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She inclined her head

ightly and smiled a trifle, although she not appear to notice my extended palm. She was dressed all in blacksome Soft shining stuff whioh WM not silk, but clung to her figure, making her look slighter and taller than before. In front her throat was a little exposed* displaying a locket whioh glistened in the gaslight and relieved the awful blaokness of her attire. Long dark

Mrs. Moimier neia out ner nana to me looked only gho«t of hi* former self, coldly, but as I clasped it in mine she Our greeting was not effusive and I «*w looked at me with an expression sad, at once that some sorrow had befallen #0 yearning, so—I do not know what ex- the two—"perhaps." I thought, "they «euy--4hat my now was fascinated and I had lost the child." did not drop her finger* until she drew Day after day we eat oppoalts each them gently from me. other and exehajng$dl alight pleasantrie* "Good-by," ahe said. to oar limited conversation, but *ri "Good-by," answered, bat my head Hollistsr kepi her room so constantly «M dinar my etepa ttncettKbt I in compu»y wl

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TERRS HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING

followed Jack into the hall. What did her last look mean? Was she making me some unspoken request? Did she seek my sympathy for some untold sorrow? The memory of those eyes would not leave me. With a feint of having left something behind I turned from Hollister and hurried back to the music room. She was standing just where I had left her with her back to the wall but she was sobbing bitterly. She looked at me in frightened surprise. "Mrs. Hollister!" I cried, "I— For a moment her hand trembled in mine—her large eyes with those tears glistening on the lashes were looking full into mine. I do not know what I should have done if Hollister's voice had not sounded from the doorway. "Haye you found it?" he asked.

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yon—but go." With my heart throbing madly I left her, and with hardly a word to Jack found my way oat of the house and into the street. In my head were all sorts of unheard-of fancies and ideas in my heart was a dull achiftg pain, a helpless sympathy for this woman in her unknown sorrow. Surely Jack was in some way to blame. I almost hated the man whom once I had so strongly loved.

I was to leave the city the next day, but a sleepless night left me with a raging headache which made me defer my plans. By evening a new resolution came to me. I was in no real haste. Why not stay over another day and call on the Hollistere again? I decided to do so, but the day passed so slowly I could scarcely wait till evening. I wandered out through the park, now and then meeting an acquaintance, but with my mind constantly filled with one subject.

Suddenly a victoria passed me. I was conscious that a smiling blond head gave me a charming bow, and the next moment the carriage came to a standstill. "Will you not drive?" she said.

I seated myself by her side, scarcely realizing that it was Mrs. Hollister. Certainly it was not the Mrs. Hollister who had set my head and heart afire, whose large eyes had looked into mine so beseechingly. She chatted to me constantly though I hardly heard what she was saying. There was a bunch of hothouse roses lying loosely in her lap, a dainty bonbonniere and perfumed handkerchief, and at her feet had fallen a prettily bound magazine whose title page showed to my eyes in silver letters, L'Histoire d'Eugenie. Her silky gown and fragrant laces brushed against my knees, and now and tt^en the ribbons of her parasol touched my cheek. I could almost imagine I was in Paris driving in the Bois, and the woman by my side some pretty danseuse with her powdered hair and painted cheeks. Mrs. Hollister

dent. She talked incessantly. "You were not coming to see us again. Ah! Mr, Hallock, but I have caught you after all, you see—u'est-ce pas?"

Her smiling eyes were challenging mine certainly. How had I ever imagined Mrs. Hollister Innocent of society ways? But even as I responded with some flattering repartee (which indeed came natural to me, Bohemian that I was), a glimpse of the innocent childish maiden she had at first appeared and the sad, cold woman of the previous even-

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hostess. I drew back in astonishment my frivolous response and inqidred for as she entered, for a moment too amuzed hor husband. She laughed Rightly, to speak. Surely this was not Mrs. Hoi- "Jacaue? Ah. he is well. And then

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•s. Hoi- "Jacque? Ah! he is well." And then to me she added in a patronizing tone: "C'est

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un bon homme, n'est-ce pas?"and with out pausing for a reply, "and Mabel! la jolle petite! she is well too. I call her ma belle—you see?"

Hor light tone of voice sooir drove away whatever serious thoughts might for a moment have occupied my mind, and soon we were conversing gayly All thought of Hollister had gone as completely as though I had neyer met him. His girlish wife who welcomd me so cordially was forgotten. Even the Mrs. Hollister whose sadness had so interested me, for the first time that day held no place In my thoughts. The fascinating woman by my side held all my at tention. As I have looked back upon it since, I have realized more than ever what a clever woman Mrs. Hollister must have been to so captivate on that drive as confirmed a man of the world as I believed myself to be. Captivated I was certainly, and when she smilingly urged me to return with her I could not refuse.

As we entered the ball she laid her fingures lightly to her lips. "Go softly," she said, "we will surprise Jacque."

I can see her now as she stood there In ribbons and laces looking at me archly from under the eyebrows. The next moment the curtain was pulled back roughly and Hollister himself stepped into the hall—Hollister, with an angry frown on his brow and an angry light In his eye. He did not see me at first, but started toward her impulsively. "So you have come back!" he cried in a different tone than I had ever heard him use. "You have disobeyed me again!'

Not an instant did the smiling face change its Expression—only an amused twinkle in her eyes. Stepping a little aside she answered: "Jacque, here is Mr. Hallock!"

Hollister's face grew almost purple. He muttered some apology and extended his hand. I deemed it

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cuse myself and with a bow turned toward the door. Jack followed me asking me to remain, when Mrs. Hollister with a quick motion reached my side. "You are going then? You cannot stay?" she cried. "See, Jackqne, what you have done! But you will come again soon, Mr. Hallock? We will only say au revoir, not adieu. "An revior then." And with the press ure of her soft fingers still warm in my hand I left the house.

Alone outside I sought to explain to myself the character of thia woman who had so infatuated me. Was she purchance unhappy in her married life? Had her husband's coldness driven her to indulge in extremes of gayety to cover a sadness of heart? Were perhaps her cheeks pale with weariness beneath the artificial pink?

Thoughts of her in a confused jnmble passed through my dreams that night, and even for some weeks after bad left New York she was constantly in my mind.

From Chicago I penuel her a hasty note expressing my thanks for the kind itafity

hospitality given me at her home, and wrote a line to Hollister himself which however was never answered.

A year passed by and I was In London when I met Augmta HoHister for the last time* I had thought of ber often, One evening as I seated myself at the table d'hote I saw Jack and herself •sated opposite me. She wasdransedindeep mourning and ber expression of melancholy attracted me at once. Jack too

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band that I had no opportunity for renewing our acquaintance. Jack paid scarcely any attention to me. He did to no one save his wife, and I knew from the haggard face and restless moving eyes that something occupied his mind and drove all other thoughts from him. Onee I ventured to ask if Mrs. Hollister wore black for the death of her child, but he answered brusquely, "No," and I made no further attempt for his confidence.

One morning Mrs. Hollister came to breakfast alone. I had expected this for I knew that Hollister had kept up only by will power. I was afraid he was in for a serious illness. I was glad of the opportunity however to speak to his wife, and courteously inquired after Jack's health, offering my services if I conld be of aid to them. Mrs. Hollister's large blue eyes looked into mine sadly. "He is not very ill, thank you," she answered. "He insists that he will be better in a day or so and then we shall move on."

Her eyes filled with tears as she was speaking. My heart ached with a desire to be of help to her. "Pardon me if I am presuming," I ventured, "bat we are old friends, you know Mr. Hollister and I. I can see you are unhappy—can I do nothing for you

She hesitated a moment and two tears ran slowly down her cheeks. I saw that we were attracting attention and turned to lead her from the room. "Come up to my parlor," she said. "I will tell you -all."

I followed Iter silently and was not surprised that'when the door closed behind us she burst into tears. I stood beside her helpless. "Forgive me," she said suddenly, "I am so unhappy!" And then speaking very brokenly she continued: "1 have no right to burden you, Mr. Hallock, but you have been his friend many years. I felt too that you were my friend also when you were in New York." "Indeed you were right," I interrupted. "It was beginning before that," she said slowly "he has never been the same since he must have worked too bard. I always thought it! O Mr. Hallock! It it a terrible thing to say? I fear my husband is insane!"

She spoke very low but looked at me in a terrified way as she said the word. Something in her tone startled me. "Can it oe!" I cried. "Have you consulted a physician?"

She laid her hand on my arm. "Speak lower," she said, talking so low herself that I could with difficulty hear. "He may hear you though the door is closed. The doctor said it was nothing serious when we left New York and that the rest would make him all right, but he again

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fell to sobbing. Hardly knowin-1 hand in mine. The small fingers closed over mine tightly as a child's might have done. "How did it begin?" I asked. "Did you not notice when you were there?" she responded'. "I thought you did—once—but no matter. At first when we were married he was so good to me, you know we were so happy! It was after Mabel was born that he began to treat me differently."

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She spoke the name "Mabel" and paused a moment then. "I saw he was watching me constantly, When I would look at him suddenly thero was such a strange look in his eyos. Ho would question me about everything I did and even—even bribed my maid to tell him all I did In his absence." "Impossible!" I cried.

She continued quickly: "He would not let me go driving alone—would scarcely eyen let me receive calls when he wits not at home and all invitations which he could not accept I was obliged to decline also." "Abominable!" I ejaculated. "No wonder you

She did not heed my interruption. "Finally," she said, "he would not even let me read, and this was very hard, for I could only drown my thoughts In reading. It was hard to stay at home all day and not read at all. Sometimes you know I disobeyed him— was it very wrong?—and then he would be so angry and take all books away from me," "You were au angel to stand it at all," said I and then. "Poor Jack!" "But that was not the hardest," continued Mrs. Hollister. "Next he—he— Mr. Hallock, he sent my Mabel away!" "Senther away!" exclaimed I. "Yes, when I did not know it. He said it was just for a visit to his sister, but she never came back!" And the lame eyes look into mine with an expression of the most intense pathos I have ever seen. "But it is horrible," I cried. "Why did you not go to some one? How could you keep it to yourself?" "Oh !"ehe answered sadly, "I am alone you know. At the time my father died ne was my last relative. I could not tell strangers. Besides I did not want people to know—they would make It out worse than It was they might even take him away from me—and 1 love him so! I knew it was from overwork—he really loves me, you know. I thought If I could keep

It quiet aud we should travel for a

She stopped suddenly for the door into the inner room bad opened and Jack Hollister in dressing grown andslippers, with wild restless eyes and uncombed hair, stood In the doorway. For a moment his eyes met mine in silence. I arose and approached him. Mrs. Hollis ter did not stir. "Jack!" I said.

I stood between them. What was he about to do? I would not have been sur prised if he had sprung at my throat. But no! With a great effort which was quite apparent ho controlled himself.

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itis you, Dick!" he said. And

then turning to his wife: "Where is Pierre? do yon know, Gussle?" He left me when I was sleeping. My bead is arching so I wanted him to bathe it, but perhaps you will be so kind."

She was at his side immediately. "Certainly, dear Jack. Tcou wih ex cuse me, Mr. Hallock." And before could reply she followed him to the in ner room and closed the door.

I could only depart, but I felt strangely nervions and worried all the day. When would I be given another interview with Mrs. Hollister? Surely something must be agreed upon at once.

To my disapoTntment Mrs. Hollister did not leave her room again that day and it was not till evening when I was passing through the corridor that I saw her/ 8he was standing in ber doorway apparently waiting for some oneaud she beckoned to me. I approached her at once. "How Is he?" I asked. "Better," she answered smiling a trifle, though abe betrayed some nervouwaeaa. "H« la sleeping now." "Are you not afraid to stay with biia?' asked.

She looked at me In sarprf*®. "Afraid! with my husband!"

I was about to speak to cover my coufttaion, when she said hurriedly: "I to sit up with him tonight, ron find me something to readf"

Jainly," I answewd, "excuse me and Xwill taiog yon eowwUiinK at^once."

I returned soon with several novels and fonnd her awaiting me. She seemed a little frightened. "Thanks," she said in a low voice, taking them quickly. "Good night now. I will see you tomorrow."

I did dot fall asleep till nearly morning, and it was late in the day when I awoke. Hastily dressing myself I hurried to my breakfast, where I looked eagerly for Mrs. Hollister. She was not present. "Has Mrs. Hollister been down this morning*!? I asked the waiter.

He answered in a negative, shaking his head carelessly. I did not go out much during the day, fearing to lose an encounter with my friend's wife and finally in impatience gave my card to a porter telling him to ask her if I might call. He looked at me in surprise. "They nave left," he said.

Left!" I cried in amazement. "When?" "This morning early," he answered.

My voice stuck in my throat. "But he was sick in bed." I managed to say "he was too ill to travel." "I thought so when they were starting," he reponded, "but he insisted upon going although she begged him to remain." "Where did they go?" I questioned. "To Liverpool." "Liverpool!" This was almost

Dear Dick—Your letter is the only one of consolation which I am answering. To most people'I cannot talk of my sorrow you nowever have always been dear to me although my manner has sometimes been distant, and besides, owing to the fact that you have seen my wife under peculiar circumstances, some explanation is due you. I married Augusta Maraton when she was yet a young girl. I cannot tell you how passionately I loved her. When she consented to marry me I was the happiest man on earth. As you know, Gussie was an heiress. She was educated in a life of ease—eyery luxury had been indulged, every labor was studiously avoided her. She had no object in life but her own pleasure. Would that ft had been otherwise! You must have seen that my wife was a woman of unusual talents. How I regret that her mind was not occupied in perfecting them! During our honeymoon the excitement of married life occupied all her thoughts and for the time she was happy. I her—

Soon however these things wearied •they were no longer novelties. I saw that time was beginning to hang heavilv on her hands. She resorted to an old'pastlme of hers, of reading Action. This was Indulged in so constantly that it became ere long a mania with her. I have never heard of a similar case, but with Gussie her insanity took the form that she always imagined berseM^o bo the heroine of the latest novel she had read. At first perhaps she voluntarily affected little mannerisms of the characters she had admired, but the habit grew with her till It became incurable. 1 did not realize tho danger so much at first, yet her abrupt changes of character worriod while they fascinatea. Was not her ever-varying nature given as one of Cleopatra's ohlof attractions?

Certainly as well did Gussie carry, out her different selves that she did not lose her means of infatuating me. At times she would be so affectionate and winning that my heart would almost burst in its happiness, but the next day she would chill me with her coldness and thus intensify my passion. I soon learned that her manner, dress and thoughts were all governed by her reading, and so finely was she endowed naturally that she would carry out her different natures with great success. All of a sudden saw the greater danger of her malady.

Influenced by a certain style of heroine she might do injury to herself to me or to Mabel, who was then a youoR child and whose birth bad rendered Gussie's mental condition even more PJ®" carious. I saw that I must consult a physician about her though I could not bear that my my darlings misfortune should be known to others. The doctor irave me more encouragement, saying that cares of motherhood would so occupy Gussie's mind as to effect a cure. He also suggested that she should dispense with one servant and work wore herself, but having never done so in the past the physical eflort only rendered ber condition weaker. I was loth to even telling him bow rapidly her illness was increasing. I finally forbade all literature to the house and sought to occupy her attention otherwise, giving up all my own time and energies this purpose. It was of no avail. With broken heart 1 sent away my little daughter to my sister's borne and started aboard with Gussie in the hope that the trip might benefit her. By constant vigilance I managed to keep all fiction from her, but as you know the strain became too much for me id London, and I was oWigwl to realize that my own physical condition was not strong enough to care for her. feared a severe illness for myself and realized that I must reach home at once, but even then I did not start in time. In some way (I have never been able to discover how) Gussie succeeded In obtaining several books, and concealing them from me during the voyage reading them by bits as the turned-down leaves show. I have told you so much, Hallock. I will tell you all but yon will respect the confidence of a broken heart S of these novels bad a twgie end The heroine caused her own death Dick, this was the canse though we have succeeded in keeping it mi let. I could not believe tbat^she^was lead. It seems so cruel! j^ Mabel buried wiuTber and it is only that I care to life. Write to me itoa will. I shall always beglad to bear from you. Your old friend.

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Prof. Lolaette's memory system Is creating greater interest than ever in all rata oftne country, and persons wiabogto improve weir memory should jmd for his prospectus free as sdver-

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and I hastened away to find if his inf mation was correct. It was indeed true. Mr. and Mrs. Hollister had left for Liverpool. My first thought was to telegraph—follow them immediately. Then I realized that I was warranted in no such interference. Mrs. Hollister knew her own mind. It was no afikir of mine.

Some weeks later I read of their return to New York and almost Immediately after, to my horror, saw an account of Mrs. Hollister's death, resulting from heart disease.

Was it heart disease? Had she not been worried and harassed to death by an insane husband whom she passionately adored? I was wildly impatient of details and wrote once to Hollister expressing my great sorrow at his bereavement and asking him, if it were not un-

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leasanc to himself,,to write me of her I hardly expected an answer although I looked for it constantly. Very soon I received a reply. It was this:

Blanket is a dandy."

FRCE—Qet from your dealer free, th' $4 Book. It has handsome pictures ant! valuable information about horses.

Two or three dollars for a 5/a Horse Blanket will make your horse worth mor and eat less to keep warm.

5fA Five Mile 5/A Boss Stable 5/A Electric 5A Extra Test

Ask for

30 other styles at prices to suit every] body. If you can't get them from you dealer, write us.

5/A

BLANKETS

ARE THE STRONGEST.

NONt GENUINE WITHOUT THE LABEL

Manurrt by

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-01.-0 tho fnwnnc tinrco Rnv-«r Hlanketa.

Jp 0. DANALDSON,

ATTOElsTEY JLT LA 228% WABASH AVENUE.

T\B.

GEO. MARBAOH, DENTIST.

51IX OHIO STREET.

T)T) MEDICAL ELECTRICIAN XI A TJ.I X/XL*

CATARRH, 1IKA1), THROAT, IXciJUJU]

NERVOUS DISEASES,

Moles.Tumors, Soperflnous Hair Removed

115 8. Sixth Street. Hours: 9 to 11 a. m., 2 to I 5 p. m.

"HE. W. 0. JENKINS, -L' Office, 12 south 7 st. Hours :80 to 3:30

Residence, cor. 6th and Linton.

Office telephone, No. 40, Kaur's Drug Store. Resident telephone No. 176. a

J)R. GILLETTE., 1). D. S. DimiisnnsT.

N. (or. Main and Seventh, opposite tho Terre Haute House.

B. W. VAN VALZAH,

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Successor to

RICHARDSON fc VAN VALZAH,

DENTIST.

Office—Southwest corner Fifth aud Main Streets, over JNational state nana ^entrance on Fifth street.!

J.NUGENT. M.J. BROPHY.

^UGENT & CO., PLUMBING and GAS FITTING A 4 dealer In Oae Fixtures, Globes and Engineer'*

Supplier.

005 Ohio Street* Terre Hauie, Ind

ROBERT H. BLACK.

JAMKS A. NlSRET'

JgLACK & NISBET, UNDERTAKERS

and

EMBALMERS,

20 N. Fourth St., Terro Haute, Ind. All calls will receive prompt and carefd attention. Open day and night.

JSAAO BALL, FUNERAL DIRECTOR.

Cor. Third and Cherry Sts., Terre Haute, Ind] Is prepared to execute all order* lr bis lln] with neatness anddlspatet

Embalming a Specialty.

R8. ELDER 4 BAKER, LIOMKOPATH 10

PHYSICIANS and SURGEON!

OFFICE 102 a SIXTH STREET, Opposite Savings Bank. Night calls at office will receive prompt at .tentfou. Telephone No. 185.

A KCHITECT. *w. jR. "wixisoisr,

With Central Manufacturing Co., Office, 9301 Poplar Street. Terre Haute, Ind. I Flans and Hpecifieatlong furnished for aUI kinds of work.

Established 1881. incorporated 1888, QLIFT A WILLIAMS CO., Successor* to Clift, Williams A Co. J. H. W1J.1.IAM8, President.

J. M. Chin, Seo'y and Treaat MAjrtrrAOTtraKtw 0*

Sash, Doors, Blinds, etc'

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LUMBER, LATE, SH1NGLEI\

QLA88, FAINTS, OILS

AND BUILDERS' HAKDWARK. Mulberry street, corner Wh.

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Picture Frames MouWgs Picture Frames to Order.

MeKeen's

MS Main st, fttb and 7t

University ofVirgHa

CHARLOTTESVILLE,

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