The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-11-23

der one hundred thousand francs a
month. Would you have me go as u
beggar or would you have me wear in the
salon the bathing costume of Trou ville?'
and she laughed mocking laugh.
A husband is always in the way un-
less there is bill to be paid Ha! ha!
Who are there in the whole world like
| the Parislans?
! Yet she had dressed and dined and
| had received.
! A woman must conceal her care like
| her age. Ola! ha! that is a good sem
| tence. you calm, cold EnglishJ
She saw some one coming towards her.
| She thought she knew the face.
Can fetch you an ice?" he said.
She thought she remembered the
| voice, but she did not answer.
"Can fetch you an apple?" he said.
Then she was convinced to the heart
that she knew that voice.
Can | fetch you flower-your fan
your powder-puii-your last novel-your
Doots--yOur carriayeY
cit is Alphonse," she murmured, with
bloodless, sighless gasp.
She knew it was Alphonse. That
thoughtful, Partisan attention! Only the
child of Paris has it. The rest of the
world is composed of clods. What are
Engllshmen or Americans but clods?
Men! Bah! We would not have it SO.
1t is Alphonse" she said.
"And you are married." said Alphonse.
And we loved" said she.
And we were young" Alphonse said.
Then he paused and she was silent
The heart may be too full of hot
thoughts sometimes. as the mouth may
be of soup. Both must be got rid Of
but how? 1t is awkward.
Those spanks your mother gave you
must have hurt you, ,Hyaclnthe, he said
with faint sigh.
You must not call me Hvacinthe,o -
she answered signing deeply; "but 1
own tru uly, mon ami, that the mere was
dreadlul spanker."
They then looked at one another.
Remember that this is Partisan nov
ell. not English. They had right to
look at one another.
"Alphonse," she said, ego! My heart
can contain itself no longer. Leave mew
Alphonse had raised his hand to her
lips. The General, her husband stood
before them.
"HaW cried he, "a little comedyv'
and he laughed with the laugh of the
Sllenus of the coulsses. can old friend;'
he said; 'an old friend, Madame?"
Yes, Monsieur. an old friend:" and
there was scornful smile upon the
young mans face. "She is your wife,"
ne continued; "she is somebody else's
wife. This is the and Of France; have
l not the right to love herr"
And Hyacinthe burst into tears. The
general glared sternly at Alphonse; but
outside the dancing was going on;
the heart may break, but the world must
whirl round. The Partisan appetite
for pleasure is Unsuitable.
"I on say this to my face, monsieur?
You say that YOU love my wife? You
dare to say that you love her? You tell
me that you will ll'take her from me? You
say to me, ou are oid?' And all this
in my own house?"
81 do, / do"
"Then MONSIEUR said the general
with whitening glance, 81 wish you
good day. My house is at your disposal.
l trust that you will pardon my alb
sence."
There was dignity in the general as
he thus spake and left the room. 1t was
truly Partisan.
Il wall not love you Alphonse," she
said, "tlle memory of the voice of the
good mere and Of the spanks still hovers
over me, and tells me that it would be
wrong. ! will become devotec, | will
| attend mass. ! will give money to the
poor and 20 on pilsrimases,"
She fell Oh the floor in deep, dead
swo IN.
After blowing his nose he dashed
wildly from the room, and in another
hour was on the desolate shores of Afri-
ca.
1t was at Trouville, and young man
was being wheeled along IN chair
Ills face was pale. Yet he was watch-
ed attentvely by all the beauty of Paris
staying there.
iPoor Captain Charrette; our own Al
phonse," had said the Comtesse de
Char-a Banc, he is not long to stay
among us. Too gentle spirit is his for
this cold earth; he has beens wounded,
too, by the wicked Arabs. His armsar
broken and tied to his sides. Poor
youth, poor YOUTH
And Hyacinthe would meet him as he
was wheeled along, and sweet and fair
women stood beside him and pitied
! him.
And she wept
But her husband saw her and smile
| fitted across his thin lips,
Alphonse was resting in his chair in
| remote corner OF the sea beach. No one
was near him aud he looked at the sea,
| which spoke to him in a silent tongue.
| He heard step upon the sand. Look
| ing around he saw the General coming
| toward him.
"You are well, my friend?" he asked
II am not" said the young man; "my
arms are tied to my Sides"
Are you sure of that?" said the Cen
eral. But what was that light in the old
mans eyes?
II Hear to it," answered the young
man.
With wild laugh the General tore a
feather from his coat pocket. He ap.
preached the young man, placed it un-
der his nostris and twiddled it about.
Leave of! leave off, and spare mew
But he twiddled all the more.
| The man was a fend.
| He was more.
| He was husband!
This is French novel, and the hus-
| band must be wrong.
So he twiddled the feather more and
more, and wild laughs and shrieks float
ed on the breeze.
But no 9 one at Trouyilie j heard : them.
tesse de Char-a-Banc to Hyacinthe.
HE is dead, my only Lowell" she an.
swared and burst into tears.
The general kept his guilty secret to
the last.
"Oh! why should we love. and why
should other men have wives?"
Solve the problem.
Ha!
Oh!
And Hyacinth lived on. She did net
die. No; your true woman does not die