The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-09-20
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ua1 T |k euai \ - hsar,, that the t nes eleas for her, skas ' u sd VI h6o1e the unequal cons1<s - U1pp1lS s1o<k points to uonsnzsk0 csn an1 kevs doae this. and GenreefHe was one of shese. She said to hexsek fhak lie would, trom henceforth oec: s.id. : ! esn.es hs,e ngselfs she asA heSsre hG, !" fl you fear the re- Pusaches he may heap apon yoc, 0f any shing else, les me save yos from him, Cangsess, this vszy eveaing-r
 Raxdoa. Monsieur le Come" Georr- etc blzxAed crimson as she heard these words, for the voice belonged to Rlsise Dgichaud, who seemed suddesly to have cone froa snoeher world, and b bring wish him new atmosphere of truth, of sereagth, and of all that was good, as be gently pashed open the door and made . ehird at the interview. Ths.s was quite a transformation in the counts face CeorEeSte had never before seen the Iook thak came into his eyes- It was a sudden, sweeping expression of hatred sad angex, % that, uncouscieosiy, she moved fev stels from him.
 Nademoiselle is engaged" said the count haughtily, intimating that outside the door vas she best place for Blaise. This latter looked not the leAst discon- certed at the scornfnl face of the man befue him; he was just the same as uszai, simply Blaise Michard, with noth- ing tragic or melodIamatic about him.
 Mile. Georgette and are old friends" he answered, and thought that, as this was public room, she would like to have Ie Comte's known character should annoy ter. Ia fact, in case she did not know what can now tell her: that Nj. le Comte has wife-in Auvergne.'
 Georgette looked up hercely, ready to defend the man she loved ready to teii M. Biaise that he was strangely mistaken. She even moved forward as if to protect him. bu, at that moment she read the truth an isis iivid and angry face
 Al chis aoment the dressing-beli rang Ceorgegte had not moment to lose she must go, she must act.
 1.Is this tYuew she quickly asked ofthe coant- She would not go without hearing him say it. Blaise was holding the door for her, but she waited for the answer. It cane. A shrug of the shoulders, smile, ssse same she Mad learned to love, an as . srned indifference.
 @Ixt tt be. Au revoir adieu, Mile Gecrgette.
 Then Ceorgeste knew everything, and she ~aiked ou, of the room in silent dig ni,y, while Nj. Blaise shut the door for her and accompanied her as far as her dress ing-room. Never had she looked more truly grand ehan at this moment of ss- pes,e seifconnol. as she dismissed him sdth. ~Aerci. Nj. Blaise," and then she hezxeiE She did not faint on the con- trszy, she was very quiet; she dressed wiek the same care as usual, only just be- f@ sAe uert on the stage she put her haBa - ea cold forehead, and mur- rured: "Quel suppliee."
 Nile GeoEseste played better that eve ming than she had ever done before. Perhaps she had wanted just that touch of rel humanity which sorrow, and not joy, can give: perhaps also she was thanking God that even through this fiery ordeal He had kep, her safe, for Ceorgette could DO more love evil than she could break her word, and the one ray of com fort she now had in this anguish was that she had conquered self before knowledge had made it easy.
 Alter the play she found NJ. Michaud waiting for her, just as usual: she even gemembered afterward that M. Blaise got on tae box, as If to take care of her. Now she lay back weary and very quietly. She put her hand into Nj. Michaud's, and said like a pouisent child:
 "Wll you forgive me ?-and don, want now to be released"
 M. Michaud had been with Blaise in the pit, and between the acts he had a long conversation with his cousin, SO that he understood Georgette, and wanted no explanation.
 -Forgive you, Georgette. Perhaps ought to be forgiven for saying ID yester- day. l have thought better of it, mon enfant, and now give you back your word-yos are free, Ceorgette."
 Geoggetee heaved little sigh of relief She vas glad ts be iree because she said she meant 10 be free always now for she felt such a deep gratitude to NJ Michaud she did not wish to give him half a heart. @aaszss
 "Yeu sent M. Blaise," she answered She should never forget how he had come to her in her need.
 "No, no. Ce pauue Blaise went of his own accord. In fact, Ceorgette, though ought not to praise my own cousin, yet must say that there IS not better fel. low in Paris: am sure these is not. He was going to leave our town for good, but tonight persuaded shim he had better stay. We cannot spare him, can we, Ceorgette
 And Georgette said, "No." She feil sha, all her life long she would wish to say < Merci, Nj. Blaise"
 That nigh,.was the last that saw Mile Ceorgeue on the stage; and, indignau; that one whom il had appiauded should suddenly disappear, the public took pains to discover the reason. What had she done. Why had she left of acting The truth was so very uninteresting that the nublic smiled and said if was only an