The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1879-11-02
THE NEW ORLEANS DEMOCRAT SUNDAY NOVEMBER ., 1879.
olasped her hand upon his arm and detained

olasped her hand upon bis arm and detained
him.
do not part from me In anger Tonight
do not. lmy darling Trust me Till to-mor-
| row.
He looked Mt her u moment with troubled
eyes: but there was no resisting the pleading
vi that sweet. fearful face.
no ba 1t" no anii grnvely You shall tell
me yoursaeret Of your own time. Good night.
| teOrgstta.'
pulsive movement, the girl put her arms
round hs neck and drew his head down. kiss
| ing him again and again with uuiverlng lips,
then took The lamp from his hand and turned
| away.
Touched md SURPRISED by her lnwontetl
Hffusion, he went slowly down sfn1rs. na,le-
! Ing. when no reached his own landing. TO look
up.
| Georgette was lennlng over tho banisters,
with The lamp IN her hnnd, looking down at
him. There was Nh expression on her face he
had never seen before, II rapt, PARKWAY gaze
that gave IL u spiritual look. The moment he
glanced up ut her she vanished Into her own
| room, and all was dirk.
Many o. tlmo IN after years Etienne saw bat
IL dreams. bending toward him with thatrnpt
look In her 6yas. with the shadows around nor
and tho light upon her face.
EtlGune pnssnd d restless night and woke
late next morning. feeling unrefreated. and
eaainess.
Il was n gloomy day, with n leaden sky and
chill wind.
1.-The weather ID breaking!" the concierge
remarked. when he brought up ths roll aud
cup Of cnfe az Mt for his lohger's first
breakfast" Yesterday WAS the last OF the
summer"
"The Last day Of summon" The young man
found himself repeating tho words Thought
fully. as II they contained some hidden mean-
ing.
L. was after Il o'clock by tho time he had
finished. lla went up To Georgetts's room
and tapped Mt the door. 1t was not latnhod.
md ns his allmmona met with no reply hs
gently pushed 1t open and looked III.
The expression Of pleasurable anticipation
faded suddenly from his face giving place 10
one Of blank perplexty and establishment.
ono glance showed him chat Gsurgstta WINS
not there and 1t showed him something elise,
All hsr belongings hnd vanished. sih6 room
was stripped AMI bare.
He stared round stupidity. trying I'm vain to
tftletatatd IT, Gnnraalta 1onGf II seemhd
like bud dream. from which he would awake
presently To find her before him.
At length. ro,lsnR himself from his Rtupe-
faction. he hurried down stairs to question
tbs concierge.
"Oh, yeH, Mn'hmgnIle GeofGette iB gone,
sure enough" tho old man told him. ouolly.
"Shn clule dnwn shortly after . uCInok. and
told mo TINT aho WIS Obliged 10 leave immc-
diately. She paid her torn and fetched u
iacEa hersclf Tho driver carried hon box
down stairs. and pafl she was aono, NIL In n
tor You Monsieur; that will explain 1t no
doubt"
why could yon not fell mo that at first p
Etienne asked. lmpationtly. snatching 1t from
Ills hand.
incIuacd was tho letter which aho Ind re-
caved on tho previous evening. together with
II few lines III her own writing. He put the
former aside without glance. and took up
her hurried note.
"prar love. | write with Il brenlxlng heart 10
bid you farewell. IT began. The letter ! re-
ralved last night was from your father. When
you havn read 1t you will know why | have
left YOU.
F.tienne uttered n passionate exclamation
my father! ah-l understand ile know
that should never give her up. so he has
taken tho surest means Of driving her from
mo-
''If marriage with mo-" Gsorgette WROTE
would ruin MI your prospects, and spoil
your life ut tbs outset. III hs says, must
never bu your wife love You too well to In
juro you 40 cruelty. and, therefore, though IT.
tahra my heart must say adieul Forgive
mo, my beloved and forget mo-
Tho lotter ended thern. but overoaf tEnra
was u postscript, which had evidently been
added on u sudden impulse Mt the last mo-
mpnt.
My courage FALLS me. cannot. cannot
write that cruel word farewell. must
nave IL tIeDf, however atlGHt, I'D kbep lD5 from
DESPAIR Dearest. In two years time you will
be your own master, then, 1t your love Ii un-
changed. we may iaeet again. On the first
Sunday In September, two years hence, 90 to
Versailles. and ia the afternoon, when the
fountains play, wait for mo III tho 'Verta
Alloe where Wo sat yesterday. IL | live |
will come TO you. Til then. my best-beloved.
adicul
Etionne road II through twice and mechnn-
Ichlly r0foded IT, then took up his fathers
u n b
must have gone like d knife to his heart He
did not wonder that In the first anguish Of
wounded pride and outraged affection she
bud He'd from him, bit he determined TINT ha
would not accept tho separation. Ho would
find her and bring her back.
He went ont ut once, and spent tho remain
dor OF the day in sohrching for hef, inluifiDR
In every quarter where she WAS known. But
nil hts efforts were In vain. Her lonely little
figure had driftCa out OF sight, and WLS lost
In the great labyrinth of PARIS. Two long
years must pass before he saw 1t again.
A chill September afternoon. Tho sky was
covered with low hanging clouds, the wind
had u wlstful sigh In 1t which promised rain.
1t unpropitious weather for q fcte at
Versailles, nevertheless there WAS 10 lack Of
visitors, and TO one OF them. who was slowly
pacing tho "Vorte Alice" thisqni@t cool, gray
day, full or soft mist and moisture, had pen
sve charm OF its own, like n picture in neu-
trnl tints, or III air in aminor key.
Etienne was tlrst ut tho TRUSTING place, that
quaint green avonue whore GeOrgette and he
sat To watch tile fountains, two years ngo.
Two years, what u gulf OF time 1T had
seemed before he crossed 1t. and how snort IL
appeared now looking backl He could have
faneied 1t was only yesterday that he was
lettering under the trees, with that bright,
tender face 1T his side the face which had
years 10 this day. Those years had been
eventtul ones to him. Fame had cometo him,