Bismarck weekly tribune., 1884-09-05

/ $ 1881.
The face, and who, tho day the ieutenant wa
introduced to her by = mutual friend, said TO-
him, him, as she 1t her pherenh cigarette:
1Ah! you are the man who is so much Ii
love with ms? How do You dor
And she shook his hand like man.
He fell in love with her, the good honest
sailor, and to love her all the more that, be-
fore long, he came to understand and pity
her: For he was not mistaken; Olga was
strange, and badly brought up; but she had
no coquety, and her soul was proud and
true. Who knows? Perhaps she felt the
vanity Of her life Of pleasure and agitation.
What is certain is that she judged, land judged
severely, all those young fellows who danced
attendance on her in the hunting field, and
wrote their names on her programme every
evening. They We're all in love with her,
but none of them really respected her, for
there was not one among them who had as
yet made up his mind to ask her to marry
him. And she treated them pretty roughly,
and called them to order-with good stroke
of her riding whip, like the handsome horse
woman size was-when they ventured
to whisper too close in her ear
in the whirl Of waltz, or to squeeze
the hand she held out to them in
good fellowship. Julien, whose refinement OF
heart stood him instead of quickness of per-
ception-it is often the simple whose
the most clearly-had discovered the hidden
treasures of loyalty in the soul of his patri-
clan, who was in reality SO unhappy. He
loved her for her beauty certainly, and his
senses reeled when he felt her lean upon his
arm in the pauses Of the dance-this grand
fair woman, with her dark eyes, and her
skin that seemed so like the rose after
storm, when, in her nonchalant way, she
talked to him. intoxicating him with the
violet fragrance of her breath and the glitter
of her starry eyes. But he loved her as well,
he loved her above all for the pain she hid SO
proudly, and his heart burned as he watched
the sad, sorrowful glance that Olga bent on
her mother when Madame Barbarine, at her
four-to-six tea-sitting with her back to the
light to hide the black spots on her nose,
against which even the anti-bolbos was
powerless-hinted almost openly at her royal
CONG uests in the northern courts.
He would marry her. Yes, he would take
her away from these perilous surroundings.
would take her to his own mother, who was
~ ROUO WOlud1l Cuo SI1Ou1A O1ScUuO uA0 puAA
flying and strengthening atmosphere of
home that was worthy Of the name. In
word, he would save her!
He often thought of it; he thought of moth
ing else now. He even fancied sometimes
that Olga had guessed his intention, and at
Madame Barbarine's four-to-six, where Olga
treated all her admirers in that frank, boy
ish way of hers, when she handed the sailor
his tea in a glass, after the Russian fashion,
he thought he saw in the depth Of the young
girls eyes a sweet, far-away light that
seemed to respond to his generous pity and
infinite tenderness.
= i y X = y
ayes, mademoiselle, my sick leave is up
in week. I shall leave Pau tomorrow. I
shall spend few days in Touraine with my
sister, and from there shall go back to
Blest as aide e-de-camp to the naval prefect.
In year or eighteen months shall go to
sea again"
They were alone in the reading-room of
the hotel, standing near an open window,
with thousands Of stars twinkling and glim-
mering above them in the dark heavens.
"Good-bye, then, and pleasant Journey"
answered Olga with her fresh firm voice.
II want to ask you for something, Monsieur
de Rhe. Yes, that lions claw mounted on
little gold ring that you wear at your watch
chain. havea fancy for it. It came from
a lion that you once killed out hunting in
Africa, didn't it? am sort of wild animal
myself. That trinket pleases me. Give it to
me; I will keep it in remembrance Of you"
Julien unfastened the little charm and put
it into the girls hand then suddenly he
caught her hand in both his own and whis-
pered, passionately:
II love you Will you be my wife,"
Olga loosened her hand gently, still hold
ing the lions claw; then, crossing her arms
upon her breast, she looked Julien in the face
for moment with no sign of emotion on her
own.
"No,r she said, at last, 'no! And yet you
are the first man who has loved me, and told
me so in that straightforward way. It is for
that reason that refuse"
"Olgaw cried Julien in a changed voice.
"Listen to me-" she went on, interrupting
him by gesture, "and understand thoroughly
why I answer no. feel that | am not
worthy Of you, and should not make you
happy You remember that letter of your
sisters that you complained of having lost?
Well, you dropped it here, and picked it up
and read it. Your sister answered the con-
LESSONS you nau IHdue VI your lFeuuSS LUZ
me-feelings that had guessed long ago.
She rejoiced at them, like the simple, inno-
cent child she is, but in terms that have
shown me what wide, what terrible diff
ference there is between me and real
maiden. When I read that letter I
saw what your family was like.
Yours is an old and honorable house
is it not?-into which you should bring
none but an honorable wife. You
should thank God, Monsieur de Rhe, that
you have gray-haired mother Ct whom
you can never think without feeling proud
tenderness melting your heart I have
mother, too, but have been forced to judge
her. You have only seen the ridiculous side,
monsieur but know her better If you
were to ask her for my hand, she would re-
fuse you, because you are Of the minor no.
bility, and your fortune is moderate. My
mother has m.b.e up her mind am to make
grand marriage; or, if Motif not, she will
find me something else. Heinz You see am
pretty experienced for girl of 49, It is
horrible-is it nots But so it is. And that IS
why we were at Nice last winter, at Skew
eningue last summer, and why we
are now at Pau That is why we knock
ahout from one end of Europe to another