The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1882-11-27

away tonight"
ssGoing awayp"
The young voice was sharp with a
quick, constrained pain new to it.
81 Yea / have obtained on trial the
position went to New York to procure.
1 sail for England on Tuesday. And
now. here is a piece of good news to
counterfeit the other. went to see your
uncle to-day and had long talk with
him. He is not such a grim, hard man
as they say. Your feelings and Cedric s
towards him had been misrepresented
to him. He is very lonely, and old and
childish. He promises all luxury, all
kindness if you will both go and be to
him as bis own children. Seeing him as
/ do, with uhprejudiced eyes, think he
regrets his past heartless conduct
"But, Max
'My child. I know all you would say;
but Cedric is not strong enough to work,
and cannot go away leaving you so
lonely and helpless. Besides, it is not
wholly dependence. In his hands are
some monies of your fathers on which
you have morally claim. Believe me,
it is for the best.''
He came into the house and shook
hands with Cedric. Then he stopped to
Cora and reverently, touched her fore
head with grave. bearded lips. "A mo-
ment more and the great shabby figure
had burst out of the room, down the
stairs, and was striding rapidly away
under the blue, star-studd ed sky.
She stood and watched him out of
sight, with eyes grown strangely dim.
Once he paused and looked back.
She was still standing there, slim,
dark figure against that patch of light
''Oh. my love, God bless your he
whispered.
And through her ears kept ringing,
'tNon ii scordar di mer'
Five years later
And the curtain of the Grand Opera
House at Paris rose on as fine an audi
ence as had ever assembled within its
painted, sculptured walls. The world
of fashion was there. Fair women and
brave men," noblemen of England and
Germany, diplomats with ribbons and
orders at their buttonholes, and ladies
who, listening languidly in their per-
fumed laces, still could sway with
gesture destinies political as well as So
ciaL In one of the boxes on the grand
tier sat three gentlemen. One tall,
bronzed, soldierly. man, noticing many
glasses being levelled at an opposite
box, lifted his lorgnette and looked
across the stage.
A lady, with little coterie of admir-
ers, had just entered. She wore some
soft, silken dress all aqua-marine and
silver. There were waterlilies in the
golden hair, and emeralds on the white |
bosom.
A childish face for all it's, pride, and |
hat peculiar naughty poise of the head |
A face with eyes humorous as blue dia- |
a snowy stately throat, and |
cheeks just dashed with rose.
''Who is shePr Max Marsden ques- |
tioned breathlessly.
MA fair cried a vivacious little |
'.you do not knowp She is
> compatriot of yours-la belle Ameri-
caine! Her name is Lester Mademoi- |
selle Lesterr'
''Ahr' And then after a pause: WHO |
Is that gentleman leaning over her
chair?'
"Ah, that is Savageauy' answered a
member of the American Legation. 1.-The
Comte de Savageau. He is heir to half
1 dozen princely estates, and is Made
noiselle's devoted slave. But she will
lave none of him. She is beauty and
N heiress, and half Paris is mad about
iCA. Oul VIC EAS HSIA q |
tatue. No marble is colder than shei''
Max Marsden. the celebrated journal
st, the literary lion of the day. looked
With his keen, hawk eyes across the
fright expanse to that dainty vision
With the water-lilies in her golden hair.
Dreamily he murmured few lines OF
Ierideth's:
She WIS there, and was there
ma the giitternR horseshoe curved between
What the deuco are you mumbling,
1arsdenP' demanded the attache.
''Never mindr' CURLY.
He was thinking of that other night
Ehen together they had heard s'Il
'rovatore.
1t was the same opera tonight, but
ow differently she listened now, Ian
uidly, almost inattentively, leaning
ack In that graceful, qneenly way of
ers.
He thought of the words she had then
poken. 81 shall never again hear a
ar of Verdi's music without recalling
ny first opera, without remembering
on, MAXI
During the last act she rose and gath
red her rich wrap round her. All the
retty bloom had faded from her cheek.
Half an hour later Max Marsden stood
, her hotel.
when Mademoiselle Lester arrives
~ that an old friend Graves mo-
,ent's audience
Mademoiselle, trailing her sheeny
Ilks and laces along the marble corridor,
aused in amazement at the message.
hen she bowed little YEARLY and
assed on to the grand salon.
Maxi she cried, MAXI
Her fano MN Cho hold /