The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-03-24

She put her hands to the plow. Mathilde
must be saved.
, aWh 19 gave you the rose in your hair,
Mathildes long lashes fell and her lips quiv-
cred. Miss Carlyle had never seen her half
so charming.
"A gentleman / must not tell, he said. Are
you angry, miss 7"
"No, Mathilde. This gentleman, has he
given you anything but roses 7"
Eyes, miss; ribbons sometimes, and a neck
| lace; but never wore it," sobbed Mathilde
HAS the gentleman ever told you he loved
you r. Inez was remorseless. The carmine
| spots had faded.
"Oh, yes, Miss. but didn't believe it. I
Mathilde broke down, so6bing piteously.
"Listen to me, child. You must forget this
fine gentleman. He will bring you nothing
| has given you. Do you understand me, Ma
| thi1de?"
eyes, ma'am,' whispered the girl through
The next day Clavers Lorraine asked Miss
Carlyle to marry him. That lady surveyed
! him Jelly.
"This display is entirely unnecessary, Mr.
Lorraine"
$50 it seems. You are sure you understand
your own heart 1nez2'
Perfectly"
every well; 50 be it, and Claver Lorraine
went abroad.
Inez looked at her cousin through mist Of
unshed tears.
II have nothing in the world but you, Mic
You shall be q great painter, and / will be
your patrOness. You will never forsake me,
will you p
Mic dropped his cigar with an injured look.
shown any disposition to desert you, have / ?"
"No, no, you have always been kind and
good Miss Carlyle spoke dreamily. "But
men are so false-so very false. Mic
Exactly, lnez. That's the reason prefer
In your house than knock around among men,
like other fellows. [ would, indeed. They're
beastly mob, 1nez-most inhumanly
Miss Carlyle smiled shadowy, tremulous
II don't mean to let you stay right here in
my house, Mic. You must go abroad When
you are famous, and the world is better for
your pictures, you shall come back and we
will grow silver. haired together. 1t is o bleak
sort Of world, Mic, don't you think sop
"A regular Sahara. / wonder if it pays
this everlasting grind. Ii 1t We're not for you,
lnez-were you in earnest about sending me
away? It goes through l1agg me like two-edged
Miss Carlyle was in earnest She did not
find 1t easy to forget fine gentlemen. and
Mathilde w6 there to help her remember
So she threw herself into Mics future warm
before his departure the young artist grew
almost pathetic.
"You have been deucedly good to me- Inez
l have fancy to remember you just as you
are tonight, flushed and beneticient. Don't
trouble yourself to get up in the morning.
Good-by."
When Miss Carlyle got up in the morning
Me was gone-and 80 was Mathilde
Forgive me, Inez," he wrote; "we are
married and gone. Have you forgotten the
war of the roses? [ took it from Lorraine at |
The door. 1t was a mute inglorious fraud |
out he went away so soon 1t was not neces-
sary to explain. Did you dream you were |
saving Mathilde for your ungrateful Nic?"
Miss Carlyle forgave them instantly She |
vas In a forgiving mood. She wished the sins |
II the whole world had been committed |
against herself, that she might wipe them out |
With one magnificent gesture. Then she |
wrote to Clavers Lorraine.
- have done you q great wrong she said.
When you come back 1 will tell you all about |
Clavers Lorraine came back and forgave the
wrong.
| thought you were in love with Mathilde,"
'aid Miss Carlyle, humbly.
"Nathilde is Mathilde ?"
Don't you remember her 7 the girl with
,he purely oval face 2"
"a yellow-haired dollr
"She is Mics wife now"
Heaven be praised. l was always jealous
II Mic"
When they were married Mic sent them q
iainty bit Of canvas from Dresden. An open
window, a square of apple-green sky, and in
he foreground a Swedish blonde with an am
'er rose in her hair.