, 1873-09-28
THE EVIL EYE.


DEltNk HCAEloE poulettA4lhtuh aIIu lEaREAQt
Bofty-ttntod roscs cling round wooden voran-
ia, and abovo them arc vines aud atar-bosBomed
lnyrllcH, breathing swoot1osa into tho soft evon-
Ing air. Overhead tho Bky IL cloulloas, with
purple aud green tinta raroly aeon III Northern
countries, nni, besides thoae tokons. thero la q
moro human Indication OF Southern olimnte.
A n1lddie~agod woman sits undor tho vorania,
and beside hor girl stands speaking.
Doth wonnen hnyo Southern facos, c1onr olivo
aLina and uatrouB dark eyes; both aro hautl-
aomo, but tho girl 10 beautiful. So far, that is,
as shape and features and akin can boautify,
Theroao NouailloA is beautiful; but, aa Bho
stands spenking to her mother, she looks impo-
rioua aud frotful too, aud thoro ia 1aroa, reso-
luto will In lior splendid dark eyes.
uof mother Ind boon liko TAereae yonra ago,
but now sho Is fat aud bulky, and her oyos arc
ratl1or willy than florco. 6ho woarg a gown OF
pale straw color but hor head aud shoulders aro
wrapped III brilliant Indian SHAWL In which
blscls and scarlet aro tho predominant oolora.
Shc looks like handsome sibyl as Bho peers
through tho shawl at her dauglltora face.
~ tell thee, my mother, hato delay. At
Veron there Is ricl. home waiting for nc, and
long to SEQ It. All, my Hother, ronlonbor
that have boon poor all my life; 1t is glorious
feeling to think that I shall never want money
again.
Tho mothers eyes gliston, thcro Is a koen look
on her face, which argues Homo sympathy with
this love Of money, and yot sho roaeuts her
daughters wosds.
",rako caro- Thoroeo. Tho dog threw away
substance, thou knosscst, In snatching at \
shadow. Thou art married to rich man, and
he loves thoo. md he Is gont1o aud oasily por-
suaded; Ho will stay here IN Ohardea Il thou
willosti 1t. Lis property III funded bis presence
il not NODDED nt Yeron. Be guided, my child.
Stay horo, It ID, indeed, bottor."
Tho mothors voice grows imploring. At first
selfish wish to koop hor rtcl son-in-1aw aud
ha money at Charcea moved her; but, as sho
sponkB, tho picture Of her daughtor's dull life
alone with this quiet old man IL realized by hor
forvid fancy.
"stay horo," sho repeats. "among thy old
companions, and near thy father and mo-"
Marci, ma mefe. No. have dccidea. !
am only Theresa married iuatoad Of Thegeae
single but at Verou," aho curvos her graceful
mock, mud her eyes shine out with tho coming
triumph Hho pictures, 3" aha1l be Mmo. Dupont,
nour himself. What do ! know It Is possible
TINT when tho ladies' ut tho chateau sec mo they
will bo only too glal to welcome mo, aud to ad-
NIT mo to thor Intimacy,
Nine. Nouailles shakes her head.
''ThAt might be possible bore in the South.
Therose, whoro our claims aud old descent aro
known; but tho NoEthorners arc o cold-blooded,
inseusib]o people, and thy beauty evon will not
break down the stiG barriers set botween classes
up there"
young beauty laughs aud blunles her court
ahip has been very short, and her husbsna dotes
on her. .,--
no" Tho mothor pauaes sn instant. Mon
Bteur Dupont is all that can 10 deHirea in 4 hus-
band, or should not have prosonted him to
thoe, Thorcse. Monsieur Dupont stays hero
happy and contented, mid, although he is 10
much older, ho stands by cheerfully, and aees
pnnionB but ut Veron al shis will be changed.
Here Monsieur. Dupont considers that am still
beside thoo, and that all that pormit ia to be
permitted; but far away ct Vcron ho will bo thy
dearly, mud it is impossible TINT, ct his age, Mon
sieur Dupont may not care Tor tho gaiaty which
Ia to theo 10 necessary"
Theroso turns away pouting, but, a. hcr moth
or ends, q confident smile chases tho pout from
" My molhoT, ii wero to bid Monsieur Du-
pont stand on his hoad, ho would try to obey
mo-" Her motler laueiB, and Thorese luHhcs
With quick anger. ~ say THIS tn prAise OF my
sho moves away to the end Of the long low
house, aud stands looking at tie exquaite aky ;
Mt lcust her great passionate oyea are Mted to it.,
but her thoughts aro ali Of earth.
" And can my mother think TINT hare mar
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and handsome husband, to stay contontodfy un-
der hcy wing at Chardes2 No, must have
something mora thnn this for my sacrifice" She
begins to P9se up aud dow9 Viii "y mGor
about mo. Well, they soon shall know some
thing about Mmo. Dupont. I will stop in Paris
on our way, and seo whether liAo the bopnots
and dresses thoro better than my own. BY hug
but think soeing il believing. II no Is 80 ricll
1t ia better to decorate mo than to hoard. Yes,
have decided. ! will not stay another week at
Chardos."
Bho giycB littlo stamp by way Of soal to her
purpose then, aa sfl0 turns abruptly, Bho ulecta
her mother face to face.
Nine. Nouaios has crept up silently. She
| puta her hauds oil hor daughters shoulders.
The girl is Btartled by the unusual action. ahe
| looks inquiringly.
| She soos fresh romonstranco in hor mothor's
| imploripg eyeB and parted Lips, but at the sight
her will seems to 10 OF iron strength.
ssALy mother, l have decided Hlo says, quiot-
y; ~ "With3n 6sa1dns weok ana my husband must
"Ah, mol" TLoro ia sob in tho woman'a
voice. alld her shoulders riso aud fall with sup.
pressed agitation. ~ coniuro thee, my child,
not to DO rash, not to tcnpt fato /; Icannot toll
Why 10 shrlpG from thy departure. It. is pol
Cause dotest tho North and its cold, torma
| Ways. But hayo ono reason, thnt may weigh
evon with thee, my willful Thercao. do mol
like that thon shouldst 80 to 2 house whore
thore is already miatress." Thorcae's blaol
brows knit III tlorca tsown. II Hay do mol
like this Moro Alangin of whom thy husband
| speakH With 80 muot praise"
| Thoreao bonds down and kisses hor mother
!" Do ut easo, my mother" She gives choorfu
Hmilo. SIN Moro hIangln Is an ugly old woman
| and, II Bho docs not ploaAo mo, why I shall sone
hor away. All, here is Monster Dupont"
A tall, thin mau comes from underneath tAt
| yeranda, and advances toward thom.
Nine. NouRilies sludders, aud thon CROSSED
| herself.
| u should not fear 30 much" she whispers
" ii ho lad not said that tho people Of Voro1
Ray his housekoopor has the OWL eyo."
| II.
La Marc Mangin ia tall, dark woman, witt
long, marrow black oyes, and an eyer-changiuf
play OF countenaAco. The children Of Yoroi
call her witch, mud their mothors sny that sht
has the evil oyo but this is only whispered, fol
no ONO prospeEs who s OH unfriendly terna will
her.
Look at har, standing in her masters gardon,
She is, ipdoed, very like witch. Hor brown
cotton gown clinge closo about hor legs, atd OF