Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1886-11-17

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his last glimpse at Lucette approached.
the more Casaban's melancholy deep.
ened.
"You are in love. my son. said his
mother one day after midsummer.
But his pride still deferred him from
acknowledging the truth even to him.
self, SO he frowned and swore that she
was mistaken. Though he was, in a
measure. deceiying himself, he failed
to deceive her.
"lf you are not in love you must be
speedily made to fall in love,n she con-
tlnued. "Your friends, your art,
everything Is now set aside to make
way for a sombre depression which no
one can fathom, though every one Is
| Obliged to suffer because Of it. If, as
you say, love is not its cause, love can
at least be its cure. Some sweet, dark
eyed Spanish woman, with her soft
spells and resistless enchantments, can
bring back the old ring into your voice,
restore the smile which used to play
upon your mouth. and dispel the black
cloud which now encompasses you.
My son, | must find you wife,"
Casaban laughed, and merrily, too.
His mothers words had aroused and
restored him. He was more like his
natural self again than he had been
before since Lucette's eyes had pierced
his heart. Pride wasivanquished at last
and love was again triumphant, as It
always is ID the end. His mother saw
the change come over him and smiled
to think how correct her surmise had
been.
Bending over his mothers chair, he
kissed her.
'It has been my own stubbornness
which has made me so morose," he
said, but it is over now, since your
words have shown me my foolish slfish-
ness. Ii did, indeed, need a sweet
Spanish woman's spells to make me as
should be, and, behold, such a one
has already woven her soft web about
me! You have completely exercised
nay demon, dearest mother, with your
powerful entertainments. and am quite
myself again. You need not seek out
wife for me now. for l should not
have time to WOO her. l am going
abroad again next week"
The color deepened in his face as ne
finished speaking, and looking down he
began picking at button ON his coat.
His mother watched him intently, her
eyes sparkling with silent amusement
and she laughed quietly under her
breath. She was silent for a few min.
utes, and the dreaminess in his eyes
| and the warm glow on his cheeks told
her that he had entirely forgotten her
presence, and that some other woman
filed his thoughts. When she spoke
again it was half jestingly.
Il have no doubt you will receive
much benefit from the Journey" she
said.
Instantly he raised his eyes and re-
garded her curiously.
"Nyhat a peculiar stress you lay upon
| Journey" he exclaimed.
"Your ears are abnormally acute to-
day. she said, with d laugh, arising
! from her chair. Then stepping forward
and kissing him, she continued: "Sti |,
you must not forget your high station,
wherever and to whatever your journey
may lead you."
He understood her and attempted nc
further concealment.
"a princess would do no discredit tc
the grandson of king, would she!
he asked, putting his arms about her
mo true woman would do him dis
credit" she answered, quietly.
For a moment he was tempted to tel
her all, but something, he could scarcely
| tell what, restrained him, and, KISSING
her again, he led her back to her chan
and walked away.
The next week he left Spain. When
he reached France it was IN the height
of the vintage, and the whole country
was rich with the heavy odor OF The
ripened grapes, and full Of the songs
and laughter of the grape-strippers.
The season had been good and the
vintage was unusually rich; 50 every
body, save the dIsgrunted few VINO
always complain, was quite content
and happy. The fun and good humol
which greeted Casaban everywhere wa
accepted by him as an auspicious omen
How glad he was that his mother!
words had broken his foolish pride ant
stirred him into returning to France
HIS heart was overilowing with rap
turous Joy and his soul was tuii O.
ecs;acy. Casaban whom al
Spain adored and all the rest OF Europ'
revered and respected, was about stak
ing everything upon the daughter OF
common French peasant. Yet, lo"i.
as was her origin, in her be saw NOR
womanly grandeur than he had eve
seen in a woman before. She was U
him the high priestess of a lost faith o
the empress of some dead world com
hack again among mortals, and, Christ
like. among the humblest. His who'll
life had been lived among royal an.
noble surroundings, and through 1t al
he bad never once been awed or EN-
barrassed by the great. ana yet u
was now shaken and confused at u
thought of once more facing Lucette
the proud. regal, bronze woman, an
offering himself at her feet. He though
that this new emotion was called lnt
being by what was to him Lucette'
sublime greatness. Perhaps 1t was tnls
perhaps it was love,
For three days he hesitated, fearln
to meet the woman in whose nanus, d.
unknown to her, he had placed MS Iat
and future. He went daily 10 Id
vineyard where he knew she was toiiln
with the other grape-strippers; still d
avoided her. f,,,
One night when the moon was tu
and its mellow light softened an IN
harsh gray landscape, Casaban, losC y
q Fantastic maze of tender and roman
tic fancles. wandered by himself aioni
a little river which ran past the non
of Lucette. For a time ne waike'
among the shadows cast by the tnlc
green trees, with only an occaslons
Glimpse at the moon, except wnere =,
was reflected up INTO his eyes Dy ln
smooth surface of the sluggish riVel
SuIdeply he advanced upon the edge :
an opening-a sort of natural aapn
. theatre u on the banks Of the streaI
among the trees. AT this point tn ~
liver widened into a small snalio'
pond, flanked on each side by gleamlh
, yellow sand. ,oont an
, .s he did so he saw figure advanSln ;Il
into the opening from the opposite SUI !,