Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 248: what you’re looking at

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“The Past Redeemed. 243 Basten sa Pe pit it. But the sight of you, this morning, _ awoke all my madness again. My poor Hstella!” He leaned against the window, NX arms folded over his heaving: chest, | olorless face full\of untold despair. “She deserves a 3 ‘better fate than to share such a wicked life as mine!” “Then you will seek her out, and at once?’ \ “Yes,” he said, drearily; “it is all that is left me to do now. 4 y will seek her out; I will take her back to Italy, and, Heaven iB helping me, I will do my best to atone for the past. Hap- _ piness I will never know again. Your face, my Estelle, will will never willfully look upon it again. Hor you—you will % forget me, and bless the life of a better man.” _ He stopped abruptly, and turned away. _ And very clear and sweet the low voice of Estelle De Mon- - treuil replied: “T told you. once, and I tell you again, I will never call _ earthly man husband, if I may not call you. As I love you x now, I will love you all my life. My best wishes and ..¢, “rd Fp prayers for your happiness will be with you while this heart — - beats.’ Again silence. Alwyn Bartram costa sot speak, but the Sie despairing eyes looking | out at the street were burning p and. ry | “You will seek your wife at peat Estelle said, softly. “She gives her address, I sce, at the end of the letter. Here it is, and”—a momentary hesitation— “ ‘en you see her— Ro phien all is explained—when you are reunited—you will come a and say good-by to me? - I am miserably weak, but I—I want ‘ed see you once again.” — “TY will come,” he answered, hoarsely— once more, and ; for the last time. Until then—— ” He turned away abruptly. A second later, and the street - door ‘closed after him; another second, and the breakfast-bell, - for which mademoiselle, half an hour ago, had been waiting so impatiently, rang; but mademoiselle did not descend. Mrs. Rutherford breakfasted alone, and her cousin hid her- : can in her room the livelong day. Sees THE PAST REDEEMED. a Rive was a forlorn tenement house, away down by the East me hes ry and the afternoon light was low in the red west when . Bartram: reached it. He had been there before, and n the ery threshold, with a eisnue inconsistency, his feet lie on my heart to my dying day; but when we part here, | ee (C(@)