The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-06-25

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The engineer had his own views of the
subject, and gave them eloquent eX-
preston. NarciSsa sat beside her
father and listened, as Desdemona sat
beside Brabantio and listened to the
Moor.
Saint.Cyr thought of the fair Nene-
tian, and wondered if she were tairer
than his country-woman.
The next morning he rose before the
sun and stepped upon the stone bal
conv adjoining his room. a figure in
white moving among flowers in the
courtyard caught his eye 1t was
Narcissa with Il watering pot IN her
hand. She looked very lovely in her
cool garments of some thin white
| stuff. her favorite fower-pOor JO-
sephine'S souvenir de MalmaSiOn -
in the loops of her heavy, dark hair.
She looked up presently and caught
SIGHT of him. smiled, and with bon
Jour, monsieur" invited him to de-
scend. She showed him her collection
of rare plants and flowers, and when
he paused before the gem of all. she
offered him the single bloom it bore,
and bent to cut it off.
MANY thanks, mademoiselle, but
| believe l would rather not have that
one"
She paused and turned her splendid
eyes upon him, disappointed.
why. monsieur, it is the rarest
flower have"
Pardon, mademoiSclle, the choic-
est one you have you have not offered
me-"
She looked seriously at him.
'Is it possible? Where is it? Show
it to me, monsieur"
"And if | do"
cit is yours if you want it ."
He put out his hand and touched the
rose iii her hair. She smiled brightly.
''Is the souvenir your favorite rose
also, monsieur? 1t is mine, as you see,
but you are no botanist. 1t is by no
means the choicest flower l have. VIII
you have this?-or this?" indicating
the buds on the bush.
1T is the rose in your hair, mada-
moiselle that l ask for"
She unpinned it and loosened her hair
at the same time; it fell upon her shoul-
ders in thick curls.
'Oh, how awkward ami she ex-
claimed, laughing; "see what you have
made me do, monsieur. You don't de-
serve the rose
"But you promised it to me-"
''And g Chalusse should keep her
word"
She pinned the flower upon his coat.
She was a goodly height; he did not
dwarf her at all, although he lowered
above most men.
'.Brunehilde, he murmured.
sam so tallp" she asked. ''There
/ have decorated you, monsieur; you
are now a Knight of the Rose; it
should be a fleur-delys instead"
And she went off, holding back the
flood of hair that hung from her
shoulders far below the waist. He
followed her with his eyes, thinking
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A week passed, delightful week to
the Chalusses, but more particularly to
their guest.
One day little package and let
ter, postmarked s.Presidio del Norte, ;"
came to Narcissa. She opened the let
ter first, then cried ont:
From Victor, mamma; he's on the
Rio Granden
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ssThat is a secret said Narcissa,
blushing slightly, and going out Of the
room.
Victor Rembert is my nephew ex-
claimed Madame de Chalusse to Saint
Cyr; ''he is travelling in Western
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"And Mademoiselle-Na Narcissa
The lady was sharp witted, if tri6c
ncarsighted, and replied, readily:
.sNarcissa and her cousin are brother
and sister, monsieur. do not approve
marriage between cousins, the church
forbids it.
Saint-Cyr and Madame de Chalusse
were alone. SO he took courage.
.Madame,'' he said earnestly, what
am going to say may sound absurd.
The difference in age Is very great, bat
your daughter Is very beautiful. 1t is
absurd for me to say that | love her,