The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1876-07-27

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cluded Its crashing overture, and the
curtain rose.
When the new actress appeared, q
buzz of admiration greeted her. She
vas dressed in white, with flowers in
ner her hair and at her breast, and
she fioated over the stage like being
from fairyland in her ganZy attire.
What q sweet smile beamed on her
face, and what 3 proud, pleased look
appeared in her eyes as she noted the
effect OF her appearance.
Percy sprang 70 his feet, exclai M
ing:
at "a TItanial 1t is Venus Oh,
what beauty never dreamed of
such loveliness p
Chester VsDe, however, sat IS one
stupefied, amazed his eyes seemed
starting from their sockets over his
features spread look OF smAzement,
and he seemed living in 3 dream.
His eompanion's remarks reused
him to a sense of his position, and he
kept down a great cry that was about
to escape him. Had that cry been
uttered it would have been, "Just
Heaven Dora Allen !' for the being
before. him was Dora in form and
feature, grown more beautiful, with
more grace aud elegance, and a voice
more sweet than he had ever dreamed
she possessed.
Was he mad, to compare this angel
of beauty and grace with his Dora,
whom. he had deserted /? He was IA a
maze.
When the curtain dropped on the
last act the house rang with s'Viviola
Vivlols 70 from thousand thr0ats,
enthusiastically
When. Chester reached his apart.
ments that night he was stflI in q
maze what he had seen aud heard
was ever betore him be knew he had
seen Dora.
Where was his ambition now It
had flown to the winds, He existed
only for this angel in human form
for Viviola-D0ra AIlen-she whom
he had 70 cruelty deserted and saeri-
feed for what he had striven for and
not yet obtained.
Mile. Vivioia Diosene was feeding
her cauaries in their gilded cages be-
fore the crimson velvet eurtained
windows, and bumming an air from
the opera as she was thus occupied.
Having completed this pleasant task
she resumed her seat at the piano,
and ran her dimpled fingers over the
keys. She played with a master
hand, and the soft, sweet melody that
her dainty touch called forth seemed
too pure for earth. "
Presently the door st her right
opened, and q servant appeared, bear
ing q card on a silver salver. She
glanced at it, and sudden light
sprang to her eyes, while her face
blushed carmine.
"Where is the gentleman, Emma ?"
she inquired.
HE is in the waiting-room,
mademOiselle," answered the servsnt. |
"Very well let him wait ten min |
utes, and then conduct him hither.n |
sYes, mademOiselle !" aud the SER
want departed Hr /
ViyIols leaned her head sgsinst q
velvet easy chair, glsncing, mean
while at the card in her hand, on |
which she read, "Chester Vane," and |
hundreds OF sweet recOllections began /
to assume shape in her mind
She stepped to the mirror, and sur
veyed herself. A beautiful vision /
met her sight, enveloped in a'mass of
purple silk with lace trimmings,
while the face was hewitchiDgly be-
guiling.
Resuming her seat upon the piano
stool, she resumed her practice as il
no interruption had taken place,
while Mr.. Vane's card lay unheeded
at her feet. She heard the door open
and close, but did not pause in her
music until she had completed the
piece. Then she turned on her stool
and confronted Chester Vane, his
proud face all aglOw with triumph at /
having received an audience with this
charming SOubrette.
"I have the honor of addressing
"MademOiselle Diosene, Monsieur
and allow me to inquire nlOnsieur's
Dl leAsure 2"
"Pardon me, Miss DiosenF, 1
thought I recognized an old friend in
yOu," faltered Chester for this grand
lir and distant manner somewha at
cooled his rising ardor.
"You see in me no one but ViViola
answered she sweetly, ''the
victim of ambition. II you recognize
ne rs one of your past friends, please
'Orget it. / am none other than Mad:
emoiselle Diosene."
This rem ark, coIdly spoken, put q
sudden check to the pleading OF Ches-
,er.
"But L hope to see-that is"
"StopI 1 can imagine what your
attentions aFe/ You come here to
ind Dora Allen, the sweet, confiding
hid of nature ruled by the most po-
ent of rulers, love instead, you find
Ter changed into a woman, being of
who has risen even higher
ban she expected"
"Then you do not deny being Dora
Allen"
'1 deny nothing; still less do 1 ad- {
nit anything. have buried my past,
With its disappointments, woes and
roubles / only exist for future ef-
Orts. May 1 inquire how your
cheme has matured-whether Dame
fortune has smiled upon you ?"
ST must, admit that fortune has
'een caprieious with me. / have but
'artly realized what / so fOndly
lreamed of, Last night 1 saw you,
you, aud was seized with
for having cast you !
side, / determined to re-establish ,
myself in your favor, and II, per-
nance, you yet loved me, I would
till be q happy mortal. May / hope
hat have not been mistaken-that
our generosity will make me again
lappy and joyous ?''
"And you come and ask this of me?
hn Faf1aA Il 4
akine, for had you been successful in
'btaining what you desired you could
such favor. With me
has been different. At one time
owed and was gnided by love, aad
lot by q foolish passion for fame.
dy, love, however, was thrust aside
or base mans caprice, and il awak-
ned within me what / never before ]
ossessed-smbition. sought fame,
ucceeded in my effort, and to-day
Iou see before you one who has buried
Ove and won fame she merited.
lad you not cast me aside st one
ime would have been q true and
Oyal wife to you. / live now for
anne, which / grasp every moment
& my life. I am adorned, beloved,
IGNORED aud respected by all, and / .
lever forget that you have been the
aHse OF 1t all. Go hence and bury
our love, for passion can never be
in this breast ?"
Chester Yane was oVerRhelmedl
Fith grief He sank at her feet, and
'leaded, besought her love, bis life, !
ut alas the woman was immova-
lie.
"Go," she said with commanding
"I can never forget that
'ou laid the foundation OF my fame, /,
nd that il overWhelns you in the
nd is not my fault. Goodbye; it is
,est We part" AahE5
''Oh, will nothing move you ?''
ried Chester. in despair. -
'fNOthing 90 And a cold smile over
pread her face, which was as pale as
marble.
He rushed from the -epartmeht, !
lis hope forever buried, and feeling i
hat be had lost all hope OF happiness
y his one great fault. ,
He buried himself in his rooms,
nd did not appear nAtil a fortnight
lad passed, and then be came out q :
hanged man, whose pHrpOse in life ]
eemed ended. From that day he s