Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1879-07-05

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some directions to her male, Marie, fwiio
and instantly glass of water was
brought. She saturated her handker-
chief, sprinkled the pallid face and, very
soon her brother revived. "La petit
danleP' he muttered, not as yet himself.
"Yon. are lid, Claude. = 1t Is the, bad sair
let us retire." was answered. 81 n
He arose with AN effort and gathered
strength, as the maid wrapped a shawl
about his sister. A few moments later
they were in the)streerandr for the re.
masnder of fhe evening the Benncits
could make their comments in the face OF
the empty box.
"Bon mutt. sister," said the Major. when
at the door OF Malam's rOOmo j &C
"Will you not come i'm, Claude, and
have biscuit and glass OF wine? You
are looking very H. = -Fr. 40
"No, Pauline, only require air, SO
will take a walk. Good night"
He went ont and began pacing tho ST.
lent streets. His thoughts were busy
with the past. lie was back again in
Paris. with its gardens, palaces, and river
Seine. Memory travelled swiftly through
the shadows Of q dark street near the
Louvre, up winding stair, which ended
upon balcony filled with flowers, open
ing into long. low room, dingy and
gloomy, but frightened by the face OF a
fairiand Dung grL q TTT -
Her father was ayioliDist at one of: the
theatres, .andr Juniata the Ssolace OF his
lonely and barren life. 1t was she who
placed his great arm chair by the fire,
with his slippers ready for his return, al
Aa1 lo<a
the hour, TO pour his wine and give him
a good night kiss.
And well did Claude Lavasuer remem-
Der the time when accident took him to
that humble hOme-the repeated visits
many hours while the father of Juniata
was at rehearsal; and how he became
companion and teacher to the young
creature until the dark eyes frightened
with glad welcome when he came. and
departed, taking everIwith him theNpic-
ture Of her rare beauty, until she had so
grown upon him as to entirely fill his
heart.
Then came }he rude awakening from
the pleasant dream. One day he found
not Juniata, but her father awaiting him.
Il have sent my daughter away, Mon
sieur Lavasuer, that 1 may speak to yOu,n
he said. '.She is always sad now when
you are not here, and no longer like her
merry, jolly seif-she is eyer dreaming
Monsieur, have you ever spoken to her Of
lover"
'.Never! J" exclaimed Lavasuer. indig-
nantly.
uNot with the lips Monsieur. All! no;
that xryoro M hind uonrcolt. h,1f fharo
are thousand other ways. There are
tones of voice more eloquent than words,
and chances of the eve more power
ful than mere speech" - W
Lavasuer stood silent and abashed
while the old man continued: rT
"You have won the love of my child
from me- She no. longer greets me with
eager fondness, but fushes and pales
when your step sounds upon the stairs,
and her heart beats quicker whenE she
knows you have comet say to you
Monsieur, that you must not sec my child
any more, and pray the Bon Dieu that
she may forget YOU" ~
"What if would make her my wife,"
faltered. LayaSuer.
From her station to thine she could
not be transplanted. She would be as a
Gagged bird, and iyour people would look
down upon her. No, you are rich and
noble-we poor and humble CAdieu,
Monsieur. May you be as happy as you
have made us miserable. Go your ways,
command you.
That night sleep came not to Layaseur.
Haunted by tile yisionof Juniata sorrow-
ing for him, he remained away for day.
Then his resolution was fixed. He could
not live without his little French violet.
She should be transplanted out of her
little unattractive home into his own
beautiful one, where she would Gloom
with new fragrance and loneliness, g,
He FASTENED 10 the house and up the
often trod stairs. Juniata had removed
all of her plants. Was she fearful of early
frosts? The door was fastened, and as he
stood there with his hand upon the latch
the little, old concierge hObbled out, and
called out to him that Monsieur and his
daughter had moved away, and it was
in vain to question. All he could ascer-
tain was, that they had gone-no one
knew whittier. ~ a
These things floated through the mind
of Layasuer as he walked the streets that
night He recalled, with a shiver, the
bitterness of his disappointment and his
many quests in search of the 'lOst violet
and her stern and relentless father. They
had dropped out of his life as star out
of the sky, leaving no trace, Even the
orchestra of the theatre (which the
father had played, knew nothing of him.
And now when Lavasuer had given up
all hope of ever finding her-had obtain
ed partial :forgettulness she had burst
upon him in this strange land, and the
most obscure place, and many were the
questions he asked himself Should he
renew the acquaintance? She would call
it unwise, and his aristOcratlc friends
turn away with contempt. 10 60.
At length he found himself opposite
the theatre. He would at least watch her.
exit There were not many carriages
I'm waiting. One from the hotel at
which the troupe were stopping was
standing at the side entrance. He took
q position near, and presently white
cloaked and hood figure was handed into
the carriage. With thrill he recognize
ed Juniata, and. like moth to light,
he followed until she was safely housed.
IA gentleman wishes to speak with
you, Madamoiselle Juniata, but will not
send up his card" reported her maid.sA
How stranger was returned. Why
did you not refer him to my father?t Go
and say see no one at this hour, and he
must call another time"
As the maid disappeared Juniata went
to the glass Of the sitting room allotted
to her, and began to loosen the masses of
her hair, as her temples were hot and
throbbing from recent exertion, r-T
."He still waits" said the maid return
ing sand has sent you this"
She laid i'm the white hand OF her mis-
tress little silver bandeau or fillet with
which she had been accustomed to con-
fine her hair, and which she had given
playfully to Lavaseur at their little home
in Paris.
Juniata grew rosy, then white, as she
recognized the token and sinking into a
chair said: