The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-09-20
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 NJ. Michaud talked to his fancee a great deal ahout her coming trial. He was going to see 1t, of course, snd tried to encourase her, for Geergette hod bceu very silent lnaely; scrlo1fmes she dfd noe speak woi1 to him n the way .hHne, al olhen she tallnsd excifedly. vexv un- like her ol6 self. And yet throESY, it aIl she was the same true, simple, high minded GeoeEexte
 That evenisg cane at lsrE TAere vas quite 2 stir in tne corkscrew senircase tu see Nile Ce0rgette go of in . carriage, accompanied by M. Mfchaud. Georeette spoke as she vas nearing the theatre.
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 Tut, tut" said M. Michaud. "Wha, tlIerorld thinks ofyou. Georgstte, makes nO difference to me. You are yourselfn n She half opened her lips to say some thing, but al that momenf the carriage drew up, and Blaase Michaud was there waiting to hand her out and present her with . big bouquet. aPour encourage Mile. Ceorgette," he said. Surely there was DO harm in that 1t was only a com pliment to his cousins fancee.
 That evening she surpassed herself. She vas success; she was recalled she vas showesed wi:h bouquets; her future was assuied. M. Michaud, IT,, was the only one who did not clap and applaud.
 Eh bien toi, mon cousin said NJ. Michaud. don't you admire George.,e Doesn't she please thee?"
 :" Mile. Cecrgesse is everything that is perfect: but nevertheless, cousin, do you mean your future vile to be always on the stage! Mine should not be- II. Michaud looked furtively at the younger man, and made his own reflections.
 There's time yet, and Georgette is happy
 She doesn't look il" growled Blaise.
 "She is given up to her work a, present, and has no time to think of love. But Blaise was not convinced.
 " 4 woman has always time to think of love-" he said sulkily.
 "Georget,e is no. like the rest of her sex. III tell you what it is, Blaise, she is a pearl among wo en, she IS so true, so good, so altogether unlike most women, that you couldn't find sue b another ifyou looked all through Paris"
 Pm DO; going to try" was the savage answer.
 But then she's poor and an orph an. no one to look after her interests but my self, you understand, mon cher"
 You make it quite plain to me, cousin Gustave. Bon soir."
 M. Michand was not at all angry with Blaise for his ill temper. On the contrary. 1t seemed to put him in high good humor. He was so tired that night that he over slept himself and found in the morning that Georgette had gone of to a rehesr- sal without waiting for him. So he de- to go and meet her in the Tuileries and sec how she looked after her triumph.
 It was a cold winters day; now and then the sun burst out brightly in the gardens, trying 10 cheat the children who were playing about into the belief that it was not winter, and then going behind cloud to see them look anxiously with their bright eyes for his coming out again. A regular game ot hide-and-seek they had, the children and the sun.
 It was in one ofthese intervals of retire ment when melancholy gloom spread quickly over tho gardens, and through the leafiess cAestnuts, and around the statues, and across the deserted chairs in cafes, that Ceorgette ran hastily down .he stone steps and sav M. Michaud waiting for her. She looked terribly dis urbed and not at all like success; her head, instead of being erect was bent low :; How tears made their way through her heavy eyelids and fell on the fur of her winter jacket; she made straight for the eat, however, and never paused until she cached M. Michaud's side.
 Well, mon enfant, what says M. Roche ?'
 M. Roche says that 1 shall do now, ie will give me good salary, and-ah VI. Michaud, 1 owe it all to you but Tes, am wretch, an ungrateful, cold learted wretch, stiIl have tried, 1 have ought against It, and nov l am come to .sk you to release me from my promise. lou don't know what it costs me to say his, more tears than you can imagine, nore hours of misery than ever knew D my life before; butt love another. -ook. M. Michard, despise me, but give nc back my word"
 M. Michaud was almost struck dumb. He looked al Ceorgette for one instant nd knew it was real, knew whatever she vas, Georget,e was true, she did love 
 Georgette, is it."
 No, no; you don't know him he l anne 10 the theatre, he would come. Il old him of you, of your goodness, what 'ou had done for me, and-please give | ne back my word "'
 Tell me his name, Gecrgette."
 Henn Delibes."
 M. Michaud started. "What business | las he to go behind the scenes: Georp- tic, do you know he is count?'
 "fes- What does that matter? fine lere beggar, he would be the same ind-'
 Do you think he will marry you ?"
 Ceorgette drew herself up proudly.
 Of course he will but, NJ. Michaud, o not imagine it is his rank I care for.n
 No. Georgette, I know you do not ut, my child, life is not like the stage" I. Michaud's voice was trembling; he