The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-03-11


Lieutenant was introduced 10 her by mu.
tHal friend, said TO him, as she Liz her PIE
resli cigarette:
All you are the man who is so mu,h in
love with me- How do Won doP'
And she shook his hand ii re a man.
He fell in love with her, the good honest
sailor, and TO love her all the more that. be-
fore lorg. he Came TO understand and pity
Der. For he was not mistaken; Ogla was
strange. and badly brought up: bat she'hai
70 coquetIy and her soul was proud and
true. Who knows. Perhaps she felt the
vanity OF her life OF pleasure q I'd agitation.
What Is certain Is that she judged and
judged sey erely, ali those young felloT who
danced attendance on her IN the ihunting
field, and wrote their names on her pro.
programme every evening. They were all
in love with her, but none of them really re.
spected 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 she
wRs-when they ventured 10 whisper too
elise ia her ear IN the whirl OF the waltz or
TO squeeze the hand she held out 10 them IN
good.fellowship. julien, whose refinement OF
heart stood him instead of quickness OF per-
ceptiOn-it is often the simple-minded who
zee the mcst clesrly-had discovered the
hidden treasures of loyalty in the soul OF his
patrician, who was in reality so unhappy.
He loved her for her beauty certainly, and
his senses reeled when be felt her lean upon
his arm in the pauses OF the daoce-tnis
grand fair woman, with her dark eyes, and
her skin that seemed so like the rose after 3
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. Bnt he loved her as WELL
he loved her above all for the pain she hid go
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 70 the
light to hide the black spot on her nose
against which even the anti-bolbos was
powerless-hinted almost openly at her royal
ccnquests in the northern courts.
He would marry her. Yes, he would lake
her away from these perilous surrounding
would take her to his own mother, who was
a good WOran. She should breathe the pur.
iiyiIg snG strengthening atmosphere OF
home that was worthy of the name. Ia q
word, be would save her
He often thought of it; he thought or
nothing else now. He even fancied some
times that Olga had guessed his intention,
ard at Madame Barbarine's four-to-six.
where OLGA treated all her admirers in that
frank, boyish 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 sweet fsr-away light
that seemed TO respond TO his generous pity
and infinite tenderness
"Aes, mademoiselle, my sick leave is up
| in a week, | shall leave Pau tomorrow.
shall spend few days in Touraine with my
sister, and from there shall go back TO
Brest as aide-de-camp to the naval project
! in year or eighteen months l shall go to
sea again"
They were standing in the readi room OF
| the hotel, standing near IN Opea window,
with Thousands of stars twinkling and gIim-
mer1Dg above them in the dark heavens.
Goodbye then and pleasant Journey"
ansW cred Olga, with her fresh, young voice.
| Il want to ask you for something. Monsieur
| de Rhe. Yes, that lions claw mounted on a
| little gold ring that you wear at you watch
! chain. have fancy for it. 1t came from
| 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
| ne; / will keep ii in remembrance of YOU ("
Julien uniastened the little charm and put
1t into the girls hand; then suddenly be
| caught her hand in both his own and W AIS
! pertd passionstely:
81 love you VIII 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 EN- )tion
| on her own.
No" she said, at last, mo And yet you
are the first man who has loved me, aud told
] me so In tnat STRAIGHTFORWARD way. 1t Is tor
| that reason that 1 refuse"
Olga" cried Julien in q changed voice.
Listen to me- she went on, idterrupting
| him by a gesture, and understand thor
| oUghly why answer no. | ieel that | ana
not worthy Of you, and l should not make
| you happy. Tou remember that letter of
| your sisters that you complained Of having
| LOST Well, YOU dropped it here, and
| picked it mp and read il. Your sister
answered the confessions you had mede of
| your feelings for me-feelipgs that | had
| Guessed long ago. She rejoiced at them
| like the simple, innocent child she is, but in
| terms that have shown me what wide, what
terrible difference there is between me and
| real maiden. When l read that letter
| saw what your family was like. Yours
is an old and honorable house-s it
not?-into which you should bring
| none but 40 honorable wife. You
| should thank God. Monsieur de Rhe, that
| you have gray-haiTed mother of whom you
| can never think without feeling proud
tenderness melting your heart. l havs a
| mother, too, bat have been forced to Judge
| her. You have only seen the ridiculous
side, monsieur, bat 1 know her better. II
| you were to ask her for my hand she would
| refuse you, because you are of the minor
| nobility and your fortune is moderate Ny
mother has made up her mind am to make
q grand marriage; o.. if motif not, she will
| ind me something else. Helm? You see
en- pretty experienced for girl Of nineteen
| 1t is horrible-is it not? Bur SO il is. And
| that is why we were at Nice last winter, at
| Skeweningue last Summer, and why We are
| now al Pau. Tat is Why We knock about
from one end OF Europe to the other like so
much baggage; why We never sleep but IL
| hotel bees. ard only eat at the table
| d'hote. Ny mother was almost royal
| princess, you know, and ever sincs was
| fifteen she has given me to understand that
l am destined 10 ne at least an archduchess
il only a left-handed one. Marry a gentle
man hardly mere than a bourgeois, Why
IN her eyes, / should be lowering myself.
alb, yon must be Disguised with me; and
sm ashamed of myself No, don't deny il.
| No, You could never take me as your mother
! i, whose heart has been so dea las your
wife. Besides, ! am only an expensive and