Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1878-02-20

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and crossing the room, passed out like
whirlwind. The girl screamed aloud il
her terror of old mans fearful passion
for much ~ she had heard of the violenc
OF hi4 disposition, she had never beef
made the victim of it before. But tn
scream never checked the firm RELENTLESS
fall of his steps as it died away along tn,
corridor; and there lay little Beatrice
shaken with heart-broken sobs, prom
across the foot-stool, where she had fallel
when in his violence he flung away from
her. She lay there a long time, cryin,
and wiping away her tears with the un
lucky stocking she had been displaying
on her hand, and in the spasm of her ter
ror had been crushing and rolling up un
til she forgot it was not her handkerchief
So the prince found her, ~ ne wa,
ushered in to pay his usual daily cal
upon the cardinal. She naturally turn
ed to her betrothed for consolation. She
told him all ABOUT her uncle's anger, al
he said, all she was suffering, and expect
ed the shielded his love between her ant
her wrong. But the prince appearee
grave; he WINGED at the Cardinals word
about disowning her, and finally volun
teered to sec the old man himself, ant
let her hear by letter how matters really
stood.
Beatrice went to her own apartment
somewhat quoted by the sight of hel
lover, but still most unhappy. Sht
waited, with what patience she could
until evening, and then q note came from
the prince. 1t was a short note. care
fully and beautifully written. 1t ran
something like this: "Your uncle, I am
grieved to say, formally disowns you. II
Is q cruel edict, my dear friend, for me,
loving tenderly as ! do, but it seems the
will Of heaven, and / must submit. May
VI meet again at some calmer and hap
pier time"
She swept her pale hands across her
swollen eyes, believing that her sight de-
ceived her, and read again and again
those neat and formal lines, the specious,
cowardly lines, and all the bitter mean
ing that lay between the lines.
He had renounced her, too! The
storm of grief that her uncle's cruelty
had reused was healthy and ~consonant
with her young nature, but the look she
wore after reading her lovers letter
never should come to such a sweet and
tender face. 1t spoke Of the deepest
wrongs woman can sustain--her affec-
tions apurned and sighted; the worst in
suit that can be offered her-a marriage
from sordid motives In an hour this
loving Beatrice was changed into
a resolved and indignant woman. She
had loved this man, and he had wronged
her. The world--the petty Roman world
of gossip and slander--should not stare
at her curiously, nor wonnd her with its
thousand wicked tongues. Then the
uncle she had loved had cast her of.
1t was q secondary thought now, but
still a bitter one, and in the turbulence
and keen sense of injury of which only q
proud and gentle character is capable,
she took q hasty resolve. Almost as she
was, ave with some jewels of her
mothers, her rich trousseau was left be-
hind, its splendor scattered all over her
apartments, she left the palace-left it
in the silence and darkness, and went out
into the world with those richest of O
sessions, but poorest of d~efenses, her
innocence and beauty.
Between the great rage the Cardinal
had INDUCED and his stormy interview
with the the prince, he was threatened
next morning with an old enemy of his
-apoplexy; and when he heard his niece
had disappeared, an attack came on that
held him bedridden and senseless for
weeks. On coming to himself, his first
order was to make search for her, but no
trace could be discovered.
The old man was haunted by a vision
OF the bright, happy face SO lost out of
his life; and q its tender, smiling out
lines came like q dream before his fam
cy, he shuddered. as it seemed to
weirdly change expression with the pos
sible wrong and misery his little Beatrice
might be suffering. But the world knew
nothing Of this, for the Cardinal was to
all appearances as proud, as magnificent,
as dictatorial, and Al keen a Judge and
critic q ever.
Some years later a picture-dealer en-
tured, cringing and on respectable tiptoe,
into the august presence.
"Now, Luigi, what trash have you to-
. GEM"
"A false gem, Ell? Another clever
copy that l shall detect?"
"No, no, your Eminence; a true gem
and to be bought for a song"
well, well, be quick"
"There, your Eminence," and the
dealer placed before the Cardinal a small,
fresh, delicate tinted picture-a lovely,
smiling crowd Of Cupids-dainty, dim
pied boys, chasing each other in the
mazes Of . bower.
The Cardinal put ON his glasses, looked,
broke out with a" Corpo di BAG" and
changed it to Santa Maria! IT'S more
free than Albani, more dainty than Cor.
regio-and modern, too. How that flesh
is managed! What a texture! Who's
the Psinter?"
THAT'S a secret, your Eminence. l
know who brings them, but Pm not sure
who paints them. Pve had several, but
none as good as this.
Luigi, you know you can't play tricks
on me. I'll use all the police in Rome.
but I'll ind this painter; SO tell me the
fair price, and bring the painter here to.
morrow at this time"
"But, your Eminence-"
"Give me no excuses; tell me no lies.
How much? and bring the painter.
Five thousand scudi would be a trife
for it."
"H'm! And how much OF that doe,
the painter get?"
"Oh,a good price, your Eminence; .
good price"
"Yes; good for you. Basta, l know
you. Well, bring the painter to-mor
rows" and the Cardinal coolly set tn,
picture aside among his latest acquired
treasures.
But If the painter won't come, you
Eminencef"
"Nota word. The painter must come
Or your money won't come"
The disc0mforted dealer made q bow
and tiptoed ont backward.
The next day, at the appointed hou,
he appeared, and with . manner highl
mysterious announced that he ha
brought the painter; but the pairte
Has shy about being known, and ha