The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1877-03-15

~, Wildly nappy. NO, dOn't look at me
that way. l didn't play the role of
Frenchwoman's lover in the ordinary
acceptation of the word. My darling
was as pure as an angel; but I loved
her, she belonged to me-not to that
worn-out old roue who had bought her
with his money and titles. ID 773''i'i
"Well, of course, the awakening
came. They went back to Paris; L
went to Rome. / have never seen her
since; l never shall, but l shall never
forget her. "-9.u.tI ta.l .....r.s
He ceased. The handsome head
went down into his hands, and there
the beach) sung mocking song, the
stars blinked and laughed at his misery,
the moon smiled down in sardonic
splendor-all nature seemed to gloat
over his agony. '. /"
My poor brother! What could I say
to comfort him? There are moments
when words avail nothing to an an
guished soul; when the empty forms of
speech are only mockery. He went on
hurriedly after few moments of per-
feet silence: j.. - Oil H
81 have come home to go to work.
lam going into my profession with ven-
geance. must do something to stop
this terrible thinking. My only saliva
vation is in work" .lrt
l did not see Charlie again for nearly
year. remained at the sea-shore for
the rest of the summer, and in autumn
went on a starring trip through the
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New York until the following spring.
Then I saw the Prince again. In his
dark hair and mustache the silver was
beginning to show itself, and he was
looking very careworn, urged him
to take rest; he looked sadly in need
of it; but no, he would not listen to
such an idea for a moment. His work
was his life, he said; without it he should
| die. -l 1E.sH trr'tE..a f-rn} ~
He had been admitted to the bar and
had already won reputation by speech
made in a famous case, and was con-
sidered one of the shining lights of the
| profession. He was q great catch in
society, too. Anxious mammas with
| manageable daughters angled skillful-
| ly for him, but all in vain. He seemed
proof against such attacks. have seen
him at crowded receptions listening to
the pretty chatter of fashionable bellies,
with the weary, listless air and the tired
look in his eyes which were now habitu-
81 with him.
That spring was filling an engage
| ment at one of the uptown theaters,
and on going to rehearsal one morning
l saw by the placards outside the doors
that at the close of my engagement a
grand spectacular play and gorgeous
pageant would be presented to the
public; moreover, that sixty ballet girls
were wanted Immediately. After re-
hearsal, as sat chatting with the man.
ager, the applicants began to file in
One by one they passed me; some pale
and haggard, looking as if actual want
had driven them to seek this employ
ment; others round of limb, plump of
face, saucy and pert. was specializing
upon their probable lives, and trying
hard to solve some perplexing life
problems, and I fear giving some very
vague answers to the questions of the
gentlemanly manager, when suddenly
he exclaimed q .5..#l- 3I. -.
ssAh! there's our old favorite, pretty
Nell Stanley; but who the dickens has
she with her? Look, Miss s., is not
that an eqHisite face?" ...
turned and saw slender Young
| girl, stately as a princess, with glorious
dark eyes and face of rare loveliness.
She looked like tall, fair lily amid a
crowd of Haunting poppies and tulips:
81 wonder who she is," continued
| bo Il fgolo -
she had been used to this kind of busi-
ness"
| watched her curiously; noted the
half-frightened, wondering look she
wore, and decided that she had never
been behind the foot-lights before
While gazing at her, saw the big,
brawny ballet-master approach her
and say something to her, and | knew
by the sudden rush of color to her
sweet face and the fash OF her dark eye
that he had asked her some insulting
question. She turned hastily away
from him and burst into passion of
tears. In an instant was at her side,
all my womanly indignation reused,
and after giving the man stinging re-
buke, from which he shrunk away like
whipped cur, I put an arm around
the child (for she seemed very young)
| and said to her..
"My dear, why do you come here'n
"Ah, madame,n nshe said in broken
English, "Je suis tres malhereuse.
haf no monnie. Je trouve notings to
do. Cete demoiselle she brings me lei
} She say 1 will find l'ouvrage. Mais cet
homme. All! mon dieu!" and laying
| her head on my shoulder she sobbed
again ,, -.LL--l l,-l-----l-l