The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1881-12-07

ol tenuernesS IN ner voice. her lips
part with no smile.
"You may kiss me once," she says
-"it will perhaps be fof the last
time-then g0."
A mixed feeling Of fear and delight
comes over him. He takes her hand
and kisses her lips, She walks from
him TO the door. The red sanset is
playing on her face and her dark
eyes flash the more brilliantly.
For the first time, a tender yearn.
ing smile is on her lips.
Then she was gone,
The Acadetny is sratfRisd t6 suffo:
cation, The art critics are scrib.
bling away in their note,books=
4 awould;be ritics, principally. Around
l9nsI s!afN pietpss shsse WAS ouiiS "
! 'Icrowd. n 81
"A-queef subject, "a Symphony in in
Red says one critic, with a cool,
business.like look; "sesy good, all the
same; the fellow'll make natns:"
A handsome cab ratties along Port.
land place, then by the side Of the
park, and turns into 81, Johns Wood.
At the corner of the Ewbank road d
young man gets out. He has refin-
ed face, yet something in his man.
ner suggests an unaccustonned feel.
ing Of discomfort. A young Bohs.
mian in Vigostreet cab. He pays
the Gabman, and then looks at an en-.
velope that is in his hand: "Madame
Descluses, Fountain Villa" He
walks up the road, and stops before
a door set in a high wall. He pulls
at the heavy bell beside il, ana the
door is opened by dark.faced, mid.
dle.aged woman.
MADAME Descluses," he says offer:
ing the envelope.
~ am Madame Descluses," the wo.
man answers quietly. "Come I'M
monsieur"
| She shuts the door behind them
He finds himself in stone pathway
which runs between a belt of aver.
green's TIP to door which is wide
open. Two men are standing in
front Of it. One is a handsome, mil:
itary-looklng man, with black mus.
tache, waxed at the points. The
other has sober, professional look.
He is saying:
at is almost doubtful whether I
ought tn grant a oorii6SatS.', aa2-.-..s-
The two men stare hard at the new.
conner. Then they stand apart for
him and his guide as they walk into
the house.
They are in a large room, half hall,
half conservatory. There is tro:
ply Of eastern arms, there are ant:
lers of a deer, and two great pots Of
azalea glowing in blossom. The Ut:
tist looks down at the woman.
i "Mr. Summers" she says almost in
a whisper, "she said you were to see
her." Then she opened the envelope.
To his surprise she hands him the
contents. He opens the sealed let:
ter. The words within are:
"As to what you say to me, as ID
what you think Of ME, l know not
how you are influenced. ALL know
is that We met. | should lie happy
with no one. She might be happy
with you. Still, for certain, know
that l am weary and am glad Of the
end. Be as happy as the world and
yourself will let you. Adieu!
"HERIETTE TERfE."
The young man looked up. What
can it mean? Nine, Descluses is
standing on ths'iandihg above the
staircase. She beckons to him. He
ascends the stairs. Is it the strong
scent Of the exotics in the hall below
which produces sickening faint.
ness? She turns the handle of door
and they enter. The blood-red sun
: set is streaming something over
which is lying on d bed strewh with
flowers. Madame Descluses walks
stealthily to it ana uncovers a still
set face.
The young man falls to the ground.
1t is his model for "a Symphony
: in Red" which has brought him
fame and fortune.
Caihffb.
Clear head and voice, easy breath.
: ing, sweet breath, perfect smell, taste
/, , and hearing, no cough, no distress
Thnse ora conditions hrnn1ht ohonF