Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1883-05-25

wholly dependence. In his oAooS eO
some moneys Of your fathers on which
You have morally claim. Believe me
1t is for the best"
He came into the house and shook
hands with Cedric. Then he stopped to
Cora and reverently touched her forehead
with grave, bearded lips. A moment
more and the great shabby figure had
burst out of the room and was stridlng
away under the blue star-studded 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.
"Non ii scordar di me ~
Five years later.
House at Paris rose on as fine an audience
as had ever assembled within its painted,
sculptured walls.
The world of fashion was there. Fair
women and brave men," noblemen OF
England ard Germany, diplomatists with
ribbons and orders at their buttonboles,
and ladies who, listening languidly in
their perfumed laces, still could sway
with gesture destinies political as we'll
as social. In one of the boxes on the
grand tier sat three gentlemen. One a
tall. bronzed, soldierly man, noticing
many glasses being leveled at an opposite
box, lifted his lorgnette and looked across
the stage.
A lady, with little coterie of admirers,
n g.
silken dress all aquamarine and silver.
There were water lilies in the golden
hair, and emeralds on the white bosom.
A childish face, for ali its pride and
that peculiar naughty poise of the head.
A face with eyes luminous as blue dia-
monds. snowy, stately throat and cheeks
just dashed with rose.
.'Who is she ?" Max Marden questioned,
breathlessly.
Ma foi!r cried n vivacious little
Frenchman, you do not know? She is a
cempatriot of yours-la belle Americana?
Her name is Observation-Disclosures Les
teri
Ali And then after pause -
Who is that gentleman leaning over her
chaisp"
.'Ah, that is Savageau answered a
member Of the American legation. g the
Compile de Savagean. He is heir to halt
dozen princely estates. and is Mademoi-
selle's devoted slave. But she will have
none of him. She is beauty and half
Paris is mad about her. But one might
as well adore statute. No marble is
colder than she! p"
Max Marsden, the celebrated journalist
the literary lion of the day, looked with
his keen, hawk eyes across the bright ex-
pause to that dainty vision with water Ill
les IN her golden hair.
Dreamilv. he murmured a few lines of
Merideth's:
"She was there, and was here,
And the gliitering horseshoe curyed between
"What the deuce are yon mumbling.
Marsden ?" demanded the atiache
Never mind. " curtly
He was thinking of that other night
when together they heard :. III rrova-
tore"
1t was the same opera tonight, but how
differently she listened now. languidly.
almost inattentively. leaning back in that
graceful way OF hers.
He thought of the words she had then
spoken. II shall never hear another bar
of Verdi's music without remembering
you, Max"
During the last act she arose and gath
cred her rich wrap about her. All the
pretty bloom had faded from her cheek.
Half an hour later Max Marden stood in
her hotel.
when Mademoiselle Lester arrives.
say an old friend Graves moments audi
ence."
Mademoiselle. trailing her sheeny silks
and laces along the marble corridor. paus-
ed in amazement at the message.
Then she bowed little YEARLY and
passed on to the grand salon.
Maxi" she cried. Maxi! -
Her face was TRANSPORTED. She held
out her hands in her old frank. fearless
way. He caught them tightly in his
own.
All his soul was in his eyes as he look
ed on the lovely lifted face.
Just one glance.
And over brow and cheek and milk
white throat famed color and light.
Cora " still holding her little kidded
hands in his own, and speaking hoarsely,
almost breathlessly, {" tonight has recall
ed that other nieht-when l left you for
your own sake-because dared not stay !,
Perhaps the music has made me mad, for
am daring. oh. my love, my love. to
bring you now the tribute could not offer
five years ago!"
For one moment she was silent.
Then she lifted those beautiful. truthful
eyes of hers.
Max, | think that night my soul
awoke. For since them ali, me. the
womanly shyness that crimsoned all her
cheek, for since then I've been-wait