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spread the statuesque features O
] Clemence.
eyes, monsieur;" she answered
in tones Of the utmost sweetness
'I"Ido mean the bouquet
Leolin's courage rose immensely
.a"And you have read the note 2
he. asked, eagerly. "You consenr
: to; my-tny proposal ?"
Mademuiselle's, queenly heaC
was bent low, and the Juno face
sutfused with bluslies.
j"Yes, NJ. Leolin, consent"
aAs to settlement,' began the
Count de Mailly, too overcome with
his new feeling of delight to notice
the bushes Of his compauion-"as as
to settlements, Mademoisell y
She interrupted him with a gen
tie wave of iher>hand and repeti-
tion Of her former. smile.
81 do not desire settlements, Leo
lin de Mailly. My own fortune,
left me blythe late Due St. Baroche,
ESfefanie's father, will amply supply
all my personal wants. But this is
no time to speak of dry business, y
she continued, her voice sinking
suddenly into a low passionate
murmur. "Oh, Leolin, you cannot
imagine the feelings with which ]
recd the note inclosed in the bou.
quet of violets you sent me this
afternoon. The dream of my life
was at last realized-the longing
to become the wife of one toward
whom every sentiment and impulse
of my nature, every-Great
Heavens! you are pale-you are
i'll I have spoken too earnestly,
perhaps, I did not imagine your
love was a matter of such intense
seriousness, that for me TO discuss
how passionately [ reciprocated it
would thus affect you"
She was binding over him now,
tanning him with an exquisite toy
of marabout feathers which she
seized from an adjoining table.
Leolin's eyes were closed, his face
colorless.
"Speak to me-" she murmured,
in tone of thrilling entreaty; "oh
speak to me, Leolin. [ cannot
bear that deathly look, though l
love you all the more for knowing
that your love has caused this emo
ton. Speak to me if only three
words-'I love yon.'" ,
Was it the subtle power which
certain strongly vital temperments
are known to possess over certain
weaker ones? Was it real old
fashioned witchery? Was it an
immense exertion of one will
brought to bear upon another
Was it mesmerism? Was it mag.
nctism ? In short, what was 1t that
made the white lips of Leolin dc
Mailly unclose and murmur softly
lin the car of Mademoiselle Clem.
ence:
II love you"
Will our readers credulously ac.
cept the statement that in fort
night from the evening on which
we write, Leolin de Mailly was
married, with all attendant solem.
mites usual on such occasions, tc
the demoiselle Clemence St. Ba.
roche? It is a fact, nevertheless.
A year has passed. One bright
May morning, two men, both
young, both handsome and dlstngut
meet near the great statue in the
Place Vendome, Paris, and the fol,
lowing conversation takes place
between them:
'sAh, Leoliu, I am delighted.
have not seen you since"
"My marriage" interrupted the
other. IL recollect that you start.
ed for Germany a few days before
the wedding, D'Aubinot."
"More than that, my friend,' an
swered the Marquis, with curious
smile. "You and I have not met
since certain morning when you
visited my apartment, and"
eyes, yes again interrupted the
other, with an odd mixture of prim
humor and irritability in his voice.
"You suggested the plan OF the
note to q certain person, which
failed disastrously,"
sFailedw
eyes. The florist put the note
in the bouquet, as I desired, but
sent it to the aunt instead of the
neice. The note was addressed to
no one in particular; l called a
certain person dearest angel - So
now your curiosity is, [ hope, graf
flied. Mind, marquis, no word OF
this at the club. 1t is inviolably
entire nouS..'
"Of course, mon ami. But, I say
one more question. And so you
"And so I thrashed the florist for
his carelessness, and-married
Mademoiselle Cicmence St. Ba.
roche" 49,. .,g ..
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