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| The Dream I
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* By ADRIENNE ROUCOLLE. *
(Copj rlKht, 190a. by Dally Story l*nb Co.)
PEOPLE think me cold, yet no one
ever guessed how for one hour oi
my life 1 experienced the burning ol
passion, the exquisite thrill of love,
Why should I tell thestory to-day ? You
will know when 1 finish, for you nil
guess the awful weed 1 had to con
fide to somcoHflhe events of this
-^ dav. widowed my heart
(Tgipip,' that poor-,heart which from
'* earth has been condemned to suffer!
1 have never been happy in the true
sense of the word, and I now know
that I never shall.
! At 25 I had not yet experienced
what it was to love and to be loved,
My whole heart and soul were buried
in my work, finding in my literary
successes all the romance my nature
demanded.
One morning, as I was busy mailing
my' correspondence for the day, my
maid knocked at my' study door. I
bid her enter, and she said as she
handed me a card:
“Miss Divers, there’s a gentleman
in the drawing-room who wishes to
see you for a few moments. lie
comes from New York city .just to
have the honor of meeting the tal
>' ented author of ‘Love’s Whisper
ings.’ ”
i glanced at the card. It read:
“J. Ik Sage, M. D.”
After making a few changes to my
simple morning toilet, I descended to
the drawing-room. The maid was
right, for the man who rose to greet
me was truly handsome. Tall o?
form and straight of limb, he tow
ered far above me; while his eyes,
of a soft tender gray, gazed down
upon me in a look of boundless ad
miration.
“Ancl so you are the author of
'Love’s Whisperings?’ ” he said when
once we were seated.
“Yes,” I replied, with a smile. “1
don't doubt but what you are dis
appointed—most people are. We
writers are at a disadvantage, for
oftentimes our writings are far more
spirituelle, far daintier than our
forms.”
“No,” he interrupted. “You are
just as I pictured you to be. You are
just the wonderful creature I expect
ed to see.”
“Wonderful!” and 1 laughed out
right, though his sincerity touched
me. “Wonderful! why 1 feel very
commonplace, I assure you.”
We talked on, lirst of one thing,
then another. He told me of his
plans, his tastes, likes and dislikes,
his favorite authors and the books lie
■ preferred, until my heart began to
f linvh xt-ifli n nww i rmiltllmr eMimi ill
such as had never stirred it. 1
thought that I had found the soul
Bister to mine, the heart which would
be the mate to my lonely one. Yes,
during the hour which followed, I
experienced all the sweetness of a
first love, all the thrill of a deep
and a burning passion. But all
dreams eome to an end, and my one
dream of love found an abrupt end
ing when my visitor, rising, said:
“Let me thank you for your kind
reception. Miss Divers. 1 will have
to many pleasant things to relate
to my wife when I return to New
York.”
His wjfe! He was a married man,
and for an hour I, the cold-hearted,
had loved him!
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That was ten years ago. My liter
ary successes have continued and be
come greater and more numerous
with the years that have gone by,
but my reputation of coldness and
indifference to love has kept pace
with my fame. Men have loved me,
yet 1 have never been able to find
one who could equal that lover of
an hour.
And to-day we have met again.
Years have scattered silver in his
dark hair. There was a haunted look
in the eyes which had not been there
before, iie returned to me freed
from the bonds which had once sep
arated us; his wife is dead; has
been dead a year, and he lias come
to ask me to take her plaee. But 1
refused; my pride has always been
such 1liat, 1 could nev< i‘ accept the
love of a man who had loved another
enough to make her his wife.
My heart was virgin of any affec
tion. I would not give it in exchange
for one from which the memory of
another love had taken the fresh
ness. 1 told him this ns gently ns I
could, for I saw that he was in ear
nest, and pitied his disappointment,
but nothing can express the look of
terror, despair, agony which swept
over his face at my words.
“You refuse, you will not marry
me; you can't accept my offer. Oh,
it can't be so! I misunderstood j’ou!
Tell me—tell me it is not so, that it
is a mistake!"
Moved by the agony of his voice, 1
was some time without answering,
but my resolution was taken. Noth
ing could change it. So 1 at last an
swered:
“I am deeply grieved that you take
my refusal so much to heart, but, 1
can’t change it. I may not be like
other women, hut the thought that
you had loved another, that she had
your first kisses, that to her you gave
the best of your hear^ find life, would
take from my own existence all the
bliss your love codld bring it. I
would be jealous of the dead.
1*011 «> n onnen 4 1» r» 4 +li n 111 *1 TV tmit
would marry would not have had
other loves? Where is the man who
in his life has had but one love?” he
objected, his face white and working.
“Yes, 1 know that. But those loves
would not make me jealous, for a man
docs not attach much importance to
them. But the love for wife is dif
ferent; it is the companionship of
years, the devotion of every day that
I could not think of without fearing
that, of the two he preferred her!”
Tie rose at these words and seized
my arm. His eyes were wild and
glaring like those of a mad man,
and when he spoke his tones, though
low, sounded with shrill accents to
my ears:
“You should not think that, for it
was because 1 loved you so much, so
passionately, that 1 killed her!”
I started back with the cry:
“Killed her!”
“Yes,” he laughed, not heeding the
sudden horror which must have swept
over my face. “Yes, I killed her to
have you. After that meeting in your
home, 1 could think of nothing else;
possess you, I must, at any cost.
There was an obstacle in the way—
my wife—but that was of small con
sideration with a passion like mine.
1 set to work to remove that ob
stacle. She began to pine. The slow,
poison did its work, and in two years
time I was free. But J waited a year
before I came to you. I didn’t want
to be suspected, you know. But now
there is no danger; they think she
died a natural death, and we are free
to love one another. Free! Free at
lost!”
I started back terrified, spell-bound
by horror. And this was the man
1 had loved! This, a murderer! Just
then we were interrupted. Two men
rushed into the room. The next min
ute my visitor was overpowered and
handcuffed. Too startled to cry out,
I remained transfixed to the spot.
But one of the men drew near to me
and said:
“You must pardon the abrupt, way
wt* invaui'u your nuiuc, mu we ieumi
for your safety. That unfortunate
man is mad, has been mad for the
last eight years. In his madness he
says he loves you, and that that love
lias caused him to murder his wife.”
ftThen his wife is not dead?” I man
aged to say.
“No, but his madness took such n
turn that her life was in danger, and
she was compelled to have him shut
up in a madhouse. Last week he es
caped, after robbing the guard of all
the money he had. 'Ye thought that
he must have come to you, so we fol
lowed him here.”
They took him away and T was
alone. Had he been what he had pro
tended to be—a murderer—T could
have forgotten him, but ns it is I
must always remember that one man
loved me to madness.
ONLY ONE CENT REMAINED.
*l|uKle Penny All That \Va» Left
from the Appropriation for Mc
Kinley's Funeral Expenses.
The annual report of'the secretary
of the senate contains an itemized
statement of expenditures from the
contingent fund and, as usual, this
document is a repository of curious
and useful information. Its jumbled
pages likewise enshrine some mys
teries, says the New \ ork Sun.
The most pathetic entry is this, in
the statement of unexpended appro
priations:
“Expenses of senate committee,
funeral William McKinley, $00.01.”
One cent left!
The vast extent of the legislative
operations of our government is re
flected in these specified disburse
ments, which have an extraordinary
range. While it appears that only IS
packs of playing cards and three pack
ages of th‘: game of dominoes were or
tiered during the fiscal year on account
of the senators, they consumed not
less than a dozen quarts of hair tonic,
costing $29.70 at wholesale, and the
generally prevailing conditions of
prosperity are indicated by their re
quisitions for not less than 162 pocket
books and purses, varying in price
from 45 cents up to $28, besides 11 of
the so-called mesh bags of gun Ynetal
or sterling silver which are luing at
the waist, four “beaded bags” and
three “wrist bags.” Three senators in
dulged in manicure sets and one in n
copy of Bowley's “Elements of Statis
tics.”
Charged also to the contingent fund
is the remarkable total of 9.100 grains
of quinine, purchased at different times
on the sanitary account of the senate.
But the staggering entry is this:
“April 5—Five pounds of Copenhagen
snuff, $3.75.”
For which senatorial nose?
In 1884 there were 467 steamboats on
the Rhine To-day there are 1,1S3.
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Lesson in American Historn in Puzzle
FAIRFAX COUtT HOUSE, VIRGINIA.
Find Gen. Beauregard.
No one building lias a larger share in the history of the civil war than
has Fairfax Courthouse, Virginia. It played an important part as a base
of confederate action previous to the first battle of Bull Ilun. After that
battle Gen. Beauregard established his headquarters there, and in his ac
count of that battle, and his criticism of the confederate president printed
in “Battles and Leaders of the Civil War,” says in the fall of 1S61 lie threw
his whole force forward to this point, and with flags flaunting defiance from
the hills in sight of Washington in hopes of drawing the federal army out
for another battle, in which he was not successful. Later Fairfax court
house figured prominently in the campaigns of Gen. Grant, so that around
it cling many memories of the heroic struggle along the Potomac.
PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL.
A New York after-dinner speaker re
centlj- spoke of Daniel, of Biblical
fame, as one of the few men who was
lionized and kept his head.
At Edinburgh, Scotland, a lady has
been found insane who left $2,000 to
provide a fund for the rescue of sane
persons improperly placed in lunatic
asylums.
The prefect of the Seine having pla
carded Paris with posters, describing
the terrible effect of alcohol and ab
sinthe drinking, the cafe proprietors
each filed a damage suit- against him.
When flic late “Tom” Reed was first
talked of for the presidency, he was
asked if he thought- the party would
put him in nomination. His-reply was:
“They might do worse—and 1 think
they will.”
When Albert Smith grew tired of
being the butt of Douglas Jerrold’s
wit, he one day plaintively remarked:
“After all, Jerrold, we row in the
same boat.” “Yes,” answered the
clever playwright, like a flash of
lightning, “but not with the same
skulls.”
In a recently published memoir of
lord Salisbury, there is an amusing
story of bis- childhood. “Oh, Betty,”
he sighed one day to his nurse, “I
wish I was a cat!” “Why?” asked the
astonished Betty. i#When I think,’
said the child, “of the many times I
must dress and undress before I die,
I wish my clothes grew on my back!”
Twenty-six German titles are worn
by American girls who have married
abroad and 20 English peerages.
There are three French duchesses and
live Italian countesses of American
birth. Seventeen Italian noblemen
and six “Russians of title” have laid
their coronets at the feet of American
brides.. Holland has two baronesses
American born; Bavaria, one count
ess, and the sovereign prince of Mona
co closes the list.
Senator Foraker does not eare much
for society, but, of course, he is
obliged to attend many functions dur
ing the season at Washington, D. C.
The other evening lie was heard to
give the following order to his coach
man: “Drive us> to Senator-’s to
dinner, then call and take us to
Mrs.-’s reception. At 12 call for
us to go to the-embassy, and after
that take us to the madhouse.”
Slie Struck the Id in it.
He loved her devotedly, lie was
also bow-legged. Both facts gave
him pain at times.
He passed it off with a rueful smile
when she merrily said that his afflic
tion gave him such an arch look, and
that, after ajl, he was a pretty good
sort when you got onto his curves.
He bore it patiently when she re
ferred to his walk as parenthetical
progress, lint lie rebelled and broke
the engagement when she called her
pet dog through the wicket formed
by his legs.—London Tit-Bits.
Bachelor Criminals.
It. is said that statistics prove that
in every thousand bachelors there
are 38 criminals, while in every
thousand married men the criminals !
number only 18. If this is so it *
surely proves that the present-day J
members of the sex labeled coy and 1
hard to please have sit least an im- i
mouse capability for keeping men
out of mischief, sufficient to outbal
ance perhaps even the unkind repu
tation handed down the ages by
Mother Eve. —London Tatler.
A Heroic Poodle.
French poodles, for all their fop
pishness, are cast in the heroic mold,
ns witness the latest story from
I’aris. A fire was raging in the Rue
Nlonsigny, and while the family shiv
ered on the cobbles their poodle
sprang through the flaming door, .
raced up the smoldering staircase,
ind in a trice returned with the
utby’s doll in his jaws.—N. Y. Trib
rae.
A LITTLE NONSENSE.
A skunk is never really powerful
until you kick it.—Atchison Globe.
Pique.—II od rick—“Hailwood mar
ried a girl from Finland.” Van Al
bert—“Oh, I can see his Finnish.”—
Chicago Daily News.
Mr. Honeymoon—“Mias Lofty, you
are the sweetes, loveliest, most
charming woman in all the world.”
Miss Lofty—“Thanks. It is so pleas
ant to have one’s own conviction in
dorsed by a gentleman of such ex
cellent judgment as yourself.”—Pi ch
in ond Dispatch.
“That story,” said AYoodby Piter
to the critic, “is founded upon fact.”
“It is plain,”replied the critic, having
finished reading the manuscript, “that
you are the real hero of the tale.”
"What makes you think that?” “I
notice you have the courage to sign
yournameto it.”—Philadelphia Press.
No More Bills.—.linkers—“Your
wife is running up big bills at the
stores, is she? Huh! My wife start
ed on the same road, but I stopped it
mighty quick, I can tell you—yes, sir.
I ordered her never to get another
thing charged, and she never has—
no, sir.” Winkers—“But she still
shops.” .Tinkers—“Y-e-s; she—er—
made me put my bank account in her
name and give her a check book. —
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BOARD OF TRADE FUNCTIONS,
Ninety 1’er Cent, of TrnnMcHons on
Change Are Purely S«i»ec
nlntive.
Probably quite ‘.>0 per cent, of all
the transactions on the board are
trades made by persons who do not
expect, to receive or deliver a bushel
of actual grain, explains Will Payne,
in “The Chicago Board of Trade” in
Century. This speculative trading is
not only the most prominent, but is
the most useful of the board’s func
tions. Without it there could not
possibly be the broad market which
makes wheat a liquid asset every
where in tlie United States. The
speculative business means simply
the perfection of a trade organiza
tion. You may buy a corner lot
which in your opinion is likely1 to
advance in value, pay for it. go to
the savings bank, mortgage the lot
and borrow on it the major part of
the purchase price, leaving invested
of your own capital only enough
margin to secure the lender against
loss through fluctuation in value.
In a highly organized liquid market
like that in grain and stocks all this
lumber of mortgaging and borrow
ing Is eliminated. You simply pay
down the margin. Virtually nobody
would buy wheat for a rise if he had
to get out and get the actual grain,
inspect it, find a storehouse to put
it in, see that it was properly in
sured, guard against deterioration
by sweating, etc., while it was in
store, and when he wished to sell
look around for a customer who
wished just so much wheat of just
such a sort. The board of trade does
all this for him, the purchaser's part
consisting only in giving an order to
a broker and paying down the mar
gin which will insure the broker
against loss through fluctuations in
price. This is what makes the broad
market and gives wheat its staple
value.
The board of trade is a court, too.
Its directors and various committees
are continually busy trying commer
cial cases, and hearing and settling
the disputes wliieh arise in the
transaction of an immense volume of
business.
Without the Chicago board and the
several lesser exchanges which copy
its methods and follow its prices, the
ifrain trade of North America would
fall to pieces, and every bushel of
cereal raised north of the Mexican
line woi^' ’ aye less value.
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