The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1883-11-22

she said; AN old friend ladamef"
s., = es, N onsieuFnan old, friend" md
there was q sscornlul smile upon the
young man g face ~ 'Sheis YOUR wife,.
ne continue d s'she is somebody else 8
wife. This is the and Of France: have
lnot 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.f The Partisan appetite
<for pleasure is Unsuitable.
gu say this to my face, monsieur?
You cay that YOU love my wife? You
dare to say that you love her? You tell
me that twill take her from me? You
laugh at mel You deride me? You
in my own honse?
II dol IdoW ..4z ....t't
.'.Then MONSIEUR said the genera
with whitening glance, ~ wish you
good day. My house is at your disposal.
trust that You will pardon my ab,
sence." -t
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. 1.-THE memory of the voice of the
good mere and of the spanks stil hovers
over me, and tells me that it would be
wrong. ! wall become devotee, will
attend mass. l will give money to the
poor and 20 on pilgrimaees,"
She fell on 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.
It was at Trouville, and young man
was being wheeled along IN a chair.
His face was pale. Yet he Was watch
ed attentively by all the beauty of Paris
staying there.
''Poor Captain Charlotte; our own AL.
phonse," had said the Comtesse de
Char.a Banc, he is not long to stay
among rs. Too gentle a spirit is his for
this cold earth; he has been 80 wounded,
too, by the wicked Arabs. His arms are
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 q
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 q step upon the sand. Look
| ing around he saw the General coming
toward him.
"You are we'll. 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?
Il su ear to it," answered the young
man.
With wild laugh the General tore 8
! feather from his coat pocket. He ap
| preached the young man, placed it IN
| der his nostrils and twiddled it about.
! "Leave of! leave off, and spare mev
But be twiddled all the more.
| The man was fend.
He was more.
! He was husband!
| This is a French novel, and the bus
band must be wrong.
! SO he twiddled the feather more ane
more, and wild laugh and shrieks float
ed on the breeze.
But NO : one : at T ! j beard : ! them.
"Why do you weep?' said the Com.
Jesse de Char-a-Banc to Hyacinthe.
| HE is dead, my only Lowell" she an
| swered and burst into tears.
The general kept his guilty secret te
the last.
"Ohl why should we love, and why
should other men have wives?" =
Solve the problem.
Ha! X
And Hyacinth lived on. She did moi
| die. No; your true woman does not die
! of love, neither does your true Partisan
| In the wood of VralmoDt is shrine
| By that shrine woman passes at mid
day. She strews flowers upon thai
shrine. ooh, yes!
She murmurs, "Alphonser'
And the trees seem to whisper AL
phonse. And the brooks babble AL
phi nse. And the COWS low Alphonse.
and all is Alphonse.
Let US weep.
Roundabout in Texas Siltings.