The Benton record. [volume] (Benton, M.T. [Mont.]) 1875-1879, 1879-05-30

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! he murmared. E.s.a1ss
"Ah, will you p cried Beatrice, eager
" @.Fill you 60 to>tdEn With smanms
;Aand .s ! -
ooh, yes; certainly" answered Victor
"Then that is settled" exclaimed the
young girl as she arose, shook out hel
Skirts and wifi then a cload of petGalag
! 'II5et Is then down to the brook once
} more while it is moonlight"
s Arm in arm trey walzed Slowly down
j tnesSpath that. FeaStd the Htream. ssIhd
) touch Of that soft hand laying on Bis
armand ttlie he light skirts
abaa hiai as faer aRRtthril led him,
and he felt that teg al woman would
Yefslge better thsa men and that the
airy gentle ereaf1Ee 555 his side, fond Of
Eairtatien as slle e.Inis Re, would Heed 3
be.wooed sbyiy and Won aI5aost IN pife
hof herself a.
Il As they rea ehad the creek ReatEiiee
4 seated herself on The grassy banks and
Y Victor reclinedlszily beside her. OPpo4
! site to them III. moon was gong own
IaRs lis fedeetioieon tie wafer seemed. To-
be gently-sWaying bridge Of silver IN
vitingstbemst9 pass oYergsint6 lovef's
paradise be55to1nd-afbet it nnigbt tBe d
FOOLS paradise.
= shall never forget this Hbrapk whore
/ foa caught ne assif I Mera. amer a'blaia,
Monsieur Parlenon, said Beatrice, ou
must of thought me silly that day."
Victor raised his hand sdenrqeatingly.
"Ah, confess continued she, -s'didn5t-
you think me silly?o
h. ss:Renenber. ny. s.infrnity,- mademoir
Esefle;," answered Eietor, sadly.
"Pardon me-" she responded, II am
very needless. You ar5 the last one to
whom N9tld give pain''-apd she
paused, Then she continued, Shut, It
seems as if / had received more light
within few weeks
"And sweetnesssstoo, added Victor.
"And light and sweetness, according to
the poets, are all that a modern soul
needs" s
It seems .te me, murmured beatrice.
Has if'there were something more needed
"And that is ?"
'Wby, love. Don't you believe in Love,
Monsieur Parlenon p,
"Oh, yes, of course. Everybody does.
you. know. Are you in love, mademoi- !
selleA9' J " .*@-..1
why-I don't know. What do
you mean, monsieur ?"
Victor made no response, and Beatrice
frat# 5re
"You startled me 50 when you asked
ne that. Somehow, lam not. my own n
self tonight" &c. y Y
"Who's self are You?" asked Victor, t
aSome ones else p 81 ;
Her beautiful eyes met his gaze, soft G
y murmured Eyes escaped her lips, and {
she half put up her mouth for a kiss
he most delicate way in which woman {
:an express her love, as Beatrice we'll q
Ene#s7 VI i 81 f
There was no need offarther lingering t
y the creek, and the pair took their way i
. the pension, Beatrice hanging on Vic i
or's arm IN al the glory Of full posses-t+,.
ion. They parted at the foot Of the 5
fairs Withsa simple. GOOD night" AS !.
'eatrice reached the tepsofthea taiEecase,
he looked down and san Victor gazing
lqughtf1t1y after her. and she threw him
kiss and disappeared She entered her s
lother's room and threw herself breath 35
sss into chair. d.
"Well, Beatrice, cried Nine. Beaton, al
lqaiinpgE. d:
I He IsSas good as married to me, u
tThaakEHaa1en, exclaimed the widow, ii
chat much is off my hands. Sc
Women are privileged to jump at cor al
usions, except in the exact sciences !. g
I'd marriage is pptsyesans s 3zac II II
N5dtdr passed an uneasy night, and his to
ind was illed.with regrets. oo
TAesSnext morning Nine. Beaton fbe
arcled for and caught Victor before "
eakffaat. 4sShe. n1ade@an- attempt to em- ar
ace him, crying: r. r.
asNensseur ParIenon, Victor, the dear a.,
II has told me all and | am SO happy, il,
proud: d:'s 80 qa
sTo-what Do you refer ?" he stammera. tio
ITO what Do i tgfels2 Sic repeated 1
itpossible thatayoai haFebeen tEifliae fSa
Ii my ehiId's affections but no, it can OF
t be the very thought would kill me-
4 am afraid, madam" Victor managed
say, that there IS some misapprehen
n"
'MisapPrehenkion, she cried exeitealy !. q ;.
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