American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1879-04-19

city, rarely spent an evening at the
Wieses', and it had so happened that he
and Douglass had never met. Hilda
felt like a traitor as she followed the
young man down to the boat-they had
an engagement to go rowing. The Ian
guage of love is easy of Interpretation;
she had read it in his looks and in his
voice a hundred times. Besides, she
could interpret it by the key OF her own
feelings. But she made up her own
mind that he should learn of her en-
gagement from her own lips. If he
was panied no one but herself should
see his pain.
When she had told him, Douglass
rowed on in silence for q while. Then
he said, AZ have no doubt you have de-
c;ded wisely. The children of this
world are in their generations wiser
than the children of light. You have
nay good wishes, of coursei you resign
some things-your art"
"Yes," she replied, wretchedly. "Bnt
a woman can not always think of her.
SELF" They rowed on in silence for
another while. Presently She shiverei
and suggested that they should return
home, ait is so cold on the water to-
night" Poor girl! she was cold to the
heart.
The tears stood in Mrs Wiese's moth
erly eyes, and there was weight on her
heart, rs heart and eyes both followed
the young man as he strobe down the
road, having said farewell that night.
He was the mate she would have chosen
for Hilda, in spite of waiting, in spite
of poverty. Alas! she believed, she
feared, that Hilda did not care for M.
De Bonnie Fortune. She was taking up
the unutterable cross of loveless life.
She went to her daughter on the spur of
that conviction, but Hilda put her away
with cold kiss. "Dear mamma, let it
be as l have decided. 1t is best. am
not like you; have not the same ne
cessity for loving"
The golden chariot with its coal-black
stecds drew up in front of the Wieses'
little cottage for the last time, and whirl-
ed Hilda away, after the marriage cere-
mony had been performed in tho carpet
less little parlor-whirled her off to q
life as different from that of her girlhood
as though she had indeed died to he1
former self.
Once, on their voyage out. her hus-
band found her crying, her face bowed
on her folded arms, as she gazed out
upon the lonesome waste of waters
"Homesick P" he asked, half friendly,
half reprovingly. Then, taking the fact
for granted, he went on: "My child,
never look backward: it does no good
The citizen of the world begins every
day afresh, He has no regrets. And
we can have no more judieious ambition
than to be good citizens of the world
She had confidence in his worldly
wisdom. When she gave her Of pome
granate fowers,h she swallowed tho
poison. But say, Alas when we dare
not face our memories
However, to the outward seeming she
lived golden life in Paris of ease and
luxury and grandeur, stepped in all the
extravaganza and display of the Second
Empire life the details of which would
read like fairy tale to most of us plain
republicans. Nor did she fail to carry
out her intentions toward her parents in
America. She sent them, year by year
out of her superabundance, enough to
keep the wolf from the door. Nor was
the Dukes promise to oscar forgotten
The boy was established in q well known
banking house, after year or so of ad
ditional schooling.
But there were times when, in spite
of all this, Hilda de Bonnie Fortune ask
ed herself whether her grand marriage
had been worth while. To be sure, she
had not been guilty of the baseness Of
marrying for her own mere meat and
raiment, but all the same she had learn
ed by a wearisome experience how in
fnitely less were these than the de
mands of the soul. 1t bored her to death
to be a fine lady. It seemed to her thai
she was q very ghost of her former self
that that had died long ago. when she
had closed the door upon the real things
of life-the art she had surrendered, the
mutual love she might have worn like s
crown.
She went to the Theatre Francois, anC
envied the women who eacned theil
bread in that-perhaps the highest
school of dramatic art. She had thrown
away her gift of artistic expression. Sh'
must starve now on the tame food of 6
thoroughly superficial life.
She grew quiet and pale and her hus
band noticed it, and reproached hel
fretfully. Had he not married her fol
her youth and freshnessP She must ex
ert herself; she must 60 into the world
she must dress in manner BETTING hel
station. He did not choose his wife t.
be dowdy. When he reproached hel
he dropped the mask of his smooth gal
lantry. He was as outspoken and a.
rough and coarse as though he had moi
been educated in the foremost of modern
civilization.
The poor little Duchess was in de
spair. Whom was there to turn to-
She against the hard, cold world
There was a church not far off. A fancy
seized her to go there. She had seer
her mother come out of a church soma
times with wonderful look of peace OF
her face. She might find peace, too.
She took her maid with her-sinc'
she never more went quite free now