River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1883-11-22

and he laughed with the laugh of the
Shenus OF the coulisses. "An old friend:
ne SAID; IAN old friend, Madame?"
es, Monsieur. an old friend" and
there was a 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 sterniy 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.
You 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 take her from me? You
laugh at mel You deride me? You
say to me, GU are old?' And all this
in my own house?"
81 dol | dow
"Then MONSIEUR" said the general
with a whitening glance, 81 wish you
good day. My house is at your disposal.
l trust that yon will pardon my alb
sence."
There was dignity in the general as
he thus spake and left the room. 1t was
truly Partisan.
But Hyacinthe and Alphonse parted.
Il will not love you Alphonse," she
said. "the 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 a devotee, | will
attend mass. will give money to the
poor and 90 on pilgrimages,"
She fell on the floor in deep, dead
swoJn.
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 vas wafch-
ed attentively by all the beauty of Paris
staying there.
"Poor Captain Charlotte; our own AL
phonse," had said the Comtesse de
Char-a Bape, he is not long to stay
among us. Too gentle spirit is his for
this cold earth; he has beenso wounded,
too, by the wicked Arabs. His arms are
broken and tied to his sides. Poor
youth, poor YOUTH
And Hyacinthe would meet him rs he
was wheeled along. and sweet and fair
women stood beside him and pitied
him.
And she wept.
But her husband saw her and a 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 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.
81 am not" said the Young man; "my
arms are tied to my sides"
"Are YOU sure of that?" said the GEN
eral. But what was that light in the old
mans eyes?
II swear TO it" answered the young
man.
With wild laugh the General tore
feather from his coat pocket. He APP
preached the young man, placed 1t I'M
der his nostrils and twiddled it about.
Leave of leave off, and spare me-"
But he twiddled all the more.
The man was fiend.
He was more.
He was husband!
This is French novel, and the hus-
band must be wrong.
So he twiddled the feather more ana
more, and wild laughs and shrieks float
ed on the breeze.
But no one at Trouville heard them.
"Why do you weep?' said the Com
Jesse de Char-a-Banc to Hyacinthe.
He is dead, my only love" she an
swered 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.
Hal
Oh!
And Hyacinth lived on. She did not
die. No; your true woman does not die
of love, neither does your true Partisan.
In the wood of Vraimont is a shrine.
By that shrine woman passes at mid
day. She strews flowers upon that
shrine. ooh, yes!
She murmurs, "Alphonsew
And the trees seem to whisper Al
phonse. And the brooks babble AL
phonse. And the COWS low Alphonse.
and all is Alphonse.
Let us weep.
Roundabout in Texas Siftings.