The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1883-09-06

trust himself to touch calmly the hand
he would have risked his life to kiss any
time these ten years?
''You are too good madame" he re-
plies very low; and she reflects that he
is, of course, little embarrassed. 81
am afraid you had much to forgive in
those days SO long ago, but time, trust,
has changed me-"
1T would be sad indeed if time did
not give us wisdom and coldness in ex-
change for all it takes from u.s." she
says, with a quick thrill of pain that he
should speak of ten years as if it were
an eternity.
ssNot coldness," he exclaims, coming
nearer, and looking at her with eyes
that make her feel girl again. IF you
could see my heart, you"
MAY 1 enter, my sisterP" asked the
gay voice of Lucille, as she appears
from behind the portiere at so fortunate
moment for the success If her plot
that it is to be feared she had been
eavesdropping.
De Palissier turns at once and presses
her hand to his lips.
.'Mademoiselle," he says, tenderly,
81 am at your feet"
Then begins charming little comedy
of love-making, in which Lucille plays
her role with pretty coquetry, and he
with infinite zeal.
And the chaperon bends over her
lace-work and hears the caressing tones
she thought she had forgotten, and sees
the tender glances she imagined she
had ceased to regret; all given to her
young sister in her unregarded pres
ence. How is she to keep the peace
she so prayed for if her future is to be
haunted by this ghost from the past?
She is very patient and used to suffer-
ing, but at length she can endure no
longer, and, not daring to leave the
room, she moves away to distant
writing table where she is at least be-
yond hearing.
There is an instant pause between the
conspirators, and while De Palissier' s
eyes wistfully follow Nine. de Miramon,
Lucille seizes her opportunity with a
promptness that would have done cred
it to Richelieu or a Talleyrand, or any
other prince of schemers.
Courage, monsieur!" sha murmurs.
''She has been cold to ME ever since
your note came. You would make a
charming jeune premier ut the Fran
Gals, only when you do say anything
very tender, do you remember to look
at me instead of Jeanne" And she
breaks into laugh so utterly amused
that he presently laughs too, and the
sound of their mirth causes an odd blot
in the poor chaperon's writing.
A month has dragged by wretchedly
enough, both to the conspirators and
their victim, and, like all things earthly,
has come to an end at last. Even Lu-
Giles energy could not keep De Pals
sier to his role, if he did not believe
that in surrendering it he must give up
the bitter-sweet of Jeanne's daily pres
ence, which even in its serene indiffer.
ence had become the one charm of lif,
to him. Nine. de Miramon and her
sister are spending week at her villa
near Paris, and De Palissier, who is to
accompany them on a riding party, has
arrived a little late, and finds both Sis
ters already in the courtyard, with
some horses and grooms, when he en-
ters. Lucille comes to him at once as
he dismounts, with a look of alarm in
stead of her usual coquetry.
''Do not let Jeanne ride Etoile," " she
said anxiously. "She has thrown Gull
laume this morning.
Nine. de Miramon is standing beside
an old groom, who is holding the horse
in question, and she does not look at
her sister or De Palissier as they ap-
proach.
''Let me ride Etoile, and take my
horse to-day, madame" De Palissier
says eagerly. 81 should like to master
a horse who has thrown so excellent a
groom as Guillaume."
80 should l." she says, with hard
little laugh, and she steps on the block.
''Jeannen' cries Lucille.
II entreat you for your sisters sake.
She will be terribly alarmed" De Palis-
sier says, hurriedly.
Then you must console her. The
greater her alarm, the greater your de-
lightful task, monsieur" and she looks
at him with defiant pain in her eyes
like a stag's at bay. 81 shall ride
Etoile."
''Then say that you shall not" he
answers, putting his arm across the
saddle, and meeting her eyes with 3
sudden blaze in his.
For an instant they gaze at each
other in utter forgetfulness of any other
presence than their own. Then she
springs from the block and comes close
to him.
II hate you!" she gasps, and, turn
ing, gathers up her habit in one hand
int ha fo1
lowed by De Palissier In the salon she
faces him with gesture of passionate
pride.
Leave mer' she says. 81 forbid you
to speak to me.''
He is very pale, but the light of tri-
umph is in his eyes, and, like most men,
being triumphant, he is cruel.
why do you hate me?" he asks,
imperiously.
81 beg your PARDON she stammers,
dropping the eyes which she knows are:
betraying her 81 should have said
>,
"You should have said, I love you, ~
he murmurs, coming close to her and
you that l should know it at last,
who have loved you all these years?"
''But Lucille she falters, movines
away from him, but with eyes that
shine and lips that quiver with bewild-
cred joy.
''Never mind Lucille" cries that
young lady very cheerfully from the
doorway. ''It has been all a plot foi'
your happiness, my Jeanne, whichs
would never have succeeded if YOU had
known your sister as well as she knew,
you. To think that would be content.
with the wreck Of any mans heart!-!i /!
f done! When my day comes,
Like Alexander, will reign,
And will reign alone" q
The Pail Mall Gazette, in its criticism
on Ouida's new novel wanda" drawc
attention to the extraordinary size oe
the heroine's library. The critic saysr
''1t contained half a million volumes
or, as is stated in another page, mil