Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1879-05-03
NO. 1(,9.
Gales ano sktttbes.
THE SCARED CHEEK.
Continued from Yesterday }

Then there is nothing in Paris that
could induce YOU to stay-nothing that will
give pang to your heart in the separa-
tion?"
II cannot say that, mademoiselle, re-
turned Laval and then with his eyes bent
to the floor to hide the emotion that worked
III his countenancc, he continued, There
is but one tie that can bind my heart to
this place-one spot that | can ever look
back upon with glowing bosom. The
memory of that | shall ever cherish within
my heart of hearts
Julie Il Artoy played with the strings of
her guitar as it lay upon the table. Her
bosom heaved. and in the depths of her
blue eyes there was gathering a bright
moisture.
Tell me of that tie she at length ut
tered, in hali-hushed, tremulous voice, at
the same time looking up into her COM
panion's face.
And You will not be offended?"
"Certanly not
Then, mademoiselle, there is one in
Paris who has ever been kind to me. who
has been a friend. and, believe. a sympa-
thizer. At first felt II peculiar satsfac-
ton in that beings company, and then. us
| knew her better, experienced q strange
thrill of pleasure when found myself by
her side. That feeling ripened into love-a
love so intense that my whole soul became
wrapped up in it; aud now. as think of
| leaving the city, feel that love stronger
upon me. But the CHAINS must be
broken"
Julie bowed her head till her tresses
swept her guitar-Strings.
You have not told me all she mur-
INJURED.
And would you know more?"
"Yes-all."
That being of whom | have spoken is
Julie d Artoy"'
The girl raised her head and gazed into
the face of the speaker There was
bright light in her eyes. and something
like happy smile broke over her features.
"And YOU would have gone away, per-
haps forever, and not told me of this
And not told you of it - repeated Jean
Laval starting with Il sudden emotion.
'Me, who passed my early years :, poor,
| homeless, houseless wanderer. who have
been almost the football of fortune, am
now nothing but guitar teacher, love one
like You, and then dare to breathe the
thought, What mean YOU, mademoiselle pr
Il thought love would dare even life it
self
"Ay, and so would mine, but it would
not dare insult and scorn and hopeless
refusal
1T might net have suffered so much as
that, returned Julie, again bending her
head.
What. Do understand you, or does
some demon rack my brain? You do not
mean that YOU could love me ?'
YES"
Jean Laval started rs that monosyllable
fell upon his ear
80, do not trihc with me -
II am not trfling-I love you"
But you would not become my wife ?"
If my mother consents
Laval hopes sunk in moment.
"Ah. Madame d'Artoy will never do
| that
''But You have not asked her.
"And if | should, she would only refuse
me"
If will send her to you, will YOU try
the experiment
Yes, returned Laval. without actually
knowing what he said.
Julie tripped lightly from the room,
while Jean stood utterly confounded. He
tried to reason upon the matter, but he
only placed his hand upon his brow as if
J
was satisfied that he was in his right mind,
but ere he had chance to think, the door
was opened and Madam Il Artov entered.
She was proud looking. stately woman
the very imper-onation of an aristocrat;
but vet there was much of humanity in
her still handsome face
Good evening. Monsieur Laval"
Good evening, madame"
Al IN
speak to me
Laval was dumbfounded lie tried to
speak. but the words stuck in his throat.
At length, however, he made desperate
effort.
Il assure You not. ~
Then, malam, l-I-love your daugh-
ter. DO not blame me.
surely | could blame no one for loving
her. She is made for loving
"Ah madam, but | love her deeply,
fondly. | would will say it, even if
YOU spurn me-I would ask YOU for her
hand
"And do YOU think Julie would con-
sent ?'' asked Madam d Artoy, in a calm
tone.
"Yes, yes eagerly replied jean, -"She
babe me ask your consent.
"Well.'' said the lady, gazing calmly
upon the man before her, ''if You are both
content, see not why | should object"
but remember, madam, am poor"
'.liut YOU are Il hero, nevertheless, and
Is my child has money enough, can do
no better than to give her protector who
has already shown his bravery
Again Laval'S hopes sank to zero
Il will not suffer you TO be deceived on
that point. madame. ltwas an idle tongue
that set that story atloat | am no hero.
nor was | ever in the army | never was
more than what now appear, and |
have been much lower; but yet the hand
and heart | offer are unspotted by evil"
II had thought you were Il hero
NO
Then how came that SCARED cheek 20
"Ah, that SCARED cheek seems to be my
evil genius. That was done when was
Il small boy. \ horse was dashing furi-
ously towards the bank of river. and
upon his back was young lady. She
was screaming for help, and sprang for