Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1879-05-02
NO. 1O8.
Gales ano sktttbes.
THE SCARED CHEEK.


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and as soon rs it was dark he took his
guitar and started off. 1t was princely
mansion where he stopped, in the Rue st.
llonore, and upon ringing the BELL n SER
want appeared at the door, and at once
showed the applicant into a splendidly fur
nished drawing-room, where he was soon
joined by girl who might have seen nine
teen years, and perhaps twenty. She was
not of that east of feature that would at
once strike the connosseur as beautiful,
and some might have thought her rather
too short and emb0npoin; but be that as it
may she was such one as it would be
very easy to love for her every move
ment and look, and the very light of her
deep blue eyes, had a winning grace of
kindness and good nature. and the smile
that seldom left her dimpled cheeks spoke
of a soul at perfect rest with its own con-
science. Such was Julie 'Artoy, the only
child of Il wealthy and aristocratic widow.
II declare Monsieur Laval, you look as
though YOU had lost all your friends" ut
tered Julie, as she noticed her teachers
melancholy look.
A faint smile passed over Laval's face
as he gazed upon the kindly, smiling feat
ures OF his pupil, and, trying to drive
away his melancholy, he replied:
"Ah, mademoiselle, | have few real
friends to lose.
NO real friends? Why. there Baillon,
de Pommoy, Crasan. and
They are no friends of mine
30, fie! You've had quarrel. But
you're not going to fight
There was a smile upon jules face as
she commenced her last remark, but it
quickly faded away as she closed.
mo mademoisele, | have had no quar-
rel, nor do intend to fight"
Il am glad of that" quickly returned
Julie.
And why so ?" asked Laval, gazing
sharply into the girls face.
30" said Julie. with some hesitation,
because | might lose my guitar teacher"
That is the only friendship have to
lose" Laval replied with tinge of bit
terness. eff have friend in Paris. it is
friendship founded only on Interest,"
.'But those gentlemen mentioned have
no such motives ?'
mo, and they are no friends of mine.
as have already said
Then you must have been quarrelling."
81 have not, nor have any inclination
to do So
Then why are they not your friends
now"
because they never have been'
"Ncver?'
mo, not to me AS an. They knew
not that was but poor guitar teacher
when they sought my acquaintance but
when they discovered the fact, they not
only cut me but sneered at me. But par
don me mademoiselle, we will attend to
the lesson.
Julie brought her guitar and endeav-
ored to give her attention to the instruc-
ton she was receiving; but it was some
time ere she could understand the rules
being laid down for her. AT length, how
ever. she became herself again, and ere
the lesson was closed, she had begun to
laugh and talk, to play and sing, as was
her wont.
Now, said she, as her teacher was
about to take his departure, ''when you
come again, want you to come good ma
tured; for | declare never shall learn
anything if you carry a long face all the
time
Jean Laval could not but smile at this
request.
There, there :" cried the laughing girl,
lust bring that smile back with you, and
I'll promise to be rs dilgent "A scholar as
you could possibly want"
A month passed away, and during that
time Jean met his former acquaintances
often, but not one of them had designed to
notice him. At first these Sights had cut
him to the quick. but he had almost over
come the bitter feeling now, and he had
moreover. resolved that as soon as he had
fulfilled the professional engagements he
had already entered into, he would leave
Paris and seek some other place of abode,
where he would he careful to cultivate no
friendships that should be founded in mis-
understanding of his true parentage, life
and position.
During the past month, too, Jean Laval
had continued his lessons to Julie d Artoy.
She had not only been ever kind to him,
and ever affable. but she had BETRAYED Il
marked interest i'll him, seeming to SYM
pathize with him in his troubles, and to
feel for him in his loneliness. She had
never asked him aught of his former his
tory. nor had she questioned him upon
any points touching his desertion by those
he had once thought his friends, but with
the same happy smile upon her face had
she needed his instructions and with the
same kind, Joyous look had she talked
with him upon any subject that mihgt pre-
sent itself
l. it to be wondered at that such a heart
as Jean Laval's should throb pleasantly be.
meath such kindness? And is it a wonder
that, lonely and almost friendless as he
was, the attentions of such being as
Julie d'Artoy should have awakened
new, a strong sensation in his bosom /?
When first he had resolved upon leaving
Paris, he had thought that he should net
sever single tie that could bind him 10
the great city. and it was not until his
mind reverted to Mademoisolle Julie that
he was awakened to sense of his attach
ment in that quarter. The next time he
visited her after he made this discovery,
he found. indeed, that his heart had gone.
Circumstances, one after another, trivial
in themselves, had been gradually and i'll
sensibly throwing the strong cord of love
about her heart. and now, as he gazed in
to jules beaming, happy face, and heard
her pleasant words. his fingers trembled
upon the vibrating strings of his guitar,
and he dared not look his pupil in the face.