The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-11-03
And Therese is the daughter of Mad anne Lesage!" gasped Mery.
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 IS, l was in Eersailles-l-read the pa- pers-"
 He was sitting, fortunately for himself, with his back to the light, and his rem- bling hands were covered by a napkin.
 Yes; she took the name Lambilloue from the old marquis, who had been a friend of her father, and who, when the girl was so heartlessly robbed of her mother, adopted her. He will probably make her his heiress.'
 have seen the mother years ago, 1 should like to see the daughter"
 Easy enough. Jamel will introduce you one of her nights-Wednesday, I think"
 Where does she receiver"
 In the marquis home, 90 rue C."
 go rue G=." repeated Mery.
 But a newcomer, with a budget of opera news, prevented further discussion of the singer. Mey leaned back in his chair, and breathed heavily. In spite of himself he had been thrown face 10 face with the daughter of the woman whose precious life he had so unin,entionally destroyed, and within the shadow of the house where the deed was done. The thought grew upon him with such force that he could stand 1t no longer He arose, made some excuse. and went away.
 The mex, night he wen, to the opera. for Ihere>e was 10 sing La Sonnambula. He sat in the darkened corner ofthe box. screened from the view of the audience. He was late. and the curtain arose on the second act. Al las, Amina came on. She was in white. Mery leaned forward and strained his eyes to catch in her one line of resemblance to her mother. There was not one. The voice was like that of Clare s-full and fiute-like. But Clare was dark and pefke: her daughter was tall, slender. and most perfec, blonde
 She is Lesage," he had often heard | fare say, but In those days the angular. : s=ss sss=l s < As;s l..le Gs< him. Yes. the mouth was the same: wha, rosy lips Clare had, and how saucy they looked closely olasped over a cigarette. lhis daughter. with her queenly de meanor and naughty way of turning her head, could not smoke cigarette and sing French ehansone,te between puffs No, the girl was now what the mother had been on that last night, when her old lover, driven 10 despair by the sudden uPgrowlng of an old love. had commit ted deed. unin,en,ional enough in i, seit, but which had robbed a beautiful being of its life. and had crushed the heart Of the unhappy man.
 But. somehow. the more he gazed al the lovely girl, as she stood trlling her won derful notes over the footligh,s, he fel, a sense of intense relief steal over him at the reflection that she was so much un- like her mother. Had she resembled the dead Clare. Mery doubted If he could ever have looked upon her the second time. But there was no reminder of his old love in the daughter, and Mery was we'll con- tent.
 4 few days after. he wen, with his friends to visit the young singer It was her reception night. and Mery had no hope of seeing her but for a moment but he felt that even this would sa,isf, him. He longed to exchange d word of kindness with Clare's daughter.
 He felt the blood rush to his heart and back again, as he bowed before the stately figure in the shimmering robes of soft elinging silk.
 :" am pleased to mee, you" she said in voice so like her mothers that Merv grew pale. '' feel that know you well. have heard my dear mother speak of you.
 l, was fortunate that a hurried inter- ruption caused her to turn aside tor an in- stant, for Merys face was that of a ghost,
 " was only child at the time," she added, smiling, but never forget names, nor. indeed, faces. Being her friend, you shall be mine also.n
 Mey bowed, and mut,ered few words, and then some one else came and he was pushed aside. He left the house instantly and went to his rooms. Bu, the next re- ception day found him in Therese's salon. and close by her side. She seemed no, averse to his society, but cha,ted easily with him on every subject. She never again ment oned her mothers name.
 But he was filled with morbid curios- ty, that he but lily restrained. More han once he found himself on the verge sf speaking to her of the fatal catastro- ehe. but she was very quick to avoid the subject.
 One day they were out riding together. and they stopped for glass O milk at a sal side cottage.
 ' l would like 10 live here" she said. quietly. fixing her steady gaze on the noll- cottage, upon the front lawn of Shioh were placed small tables, where he public might enjoy the produce of the dairy. It twas too early for the regular visitors to have thronged the place: i, was ye, free from the taint of the lite of aris.
 And make butter and cheese: think your hands would soon weary of such york"
 He glanced a, her hands as he spoke. and saw tha, she had taken off her glove. She had never, 10 his knowledge, worn ,ins before. but to-day a little band of gold glimn.ered on the white skin. He bent down to inspect II more closely. and she, seeing this. smiled fain,ly and said
 '' How curious you are. This was my dear mothers ring. See. this is the righ, side"