Daily Yellowstone journal., 1886-07-16

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"Your tone is not complimentary, Mr..
Dwight. l fear you are sad cynic.
You ought not to fill your head with
heresay. 1t is not good for you, pas du
tout"
"Pardon;r
"Why. YOU understand French-per-
fectly, | remember"
"Oh, yes. But my mind never hankered
after a sandwich OF tongues. l always
feel rs though had slap in the face
when / am getting on so smoothly in
one language, and some one hurls at me
q fragment of another. i will speak
French with you, if you prefer it," he
added, more gently.
Helene flushed. How like him that
blunt speech was!
~Oh, no. she fastened to say. what
will you have? Try these comfits. You
will like them, / am sure. They taste
Just like"
A luscious jacqueminot rose fell from
her corsage. He picked it up and
gravely returned it to her without q
thougnt OF appropriatinS IL.
This is like the guava preserve
brought you and Amy from Martinique '
he said, tasting the comfit.
is it," she said, carelessly. Il dom
care much for those things. suppose
you know most of the people here, Mr..
Dwight"
TOO well, he answered briefly.
@BarIarian.' she cried. THAT is moi
the proper thing to say"
Il never say what am expected to. ]
didn't come here to see those people,
Helene
unfortunate people! How have they
incurred your displeasure!"
Il came to see you," he persisted. I'll
is not often that /"
Miss Martineau," said an attenuateo
soldier Who precipitated his bows before
her, "we are all dying to hear you sing.
Won't you favor u.s."
Oscar had fierce desire TO give him a
kick and send him all the way over. He
was bowling SO profoundly that it would
have taken very little to do it.
III Mr.. Dwight will excuse me-" said
Helene, turning to Oscar. mo. stay
here and finish your tea. Capt. Eyre
will give me his arm"
Oscar watched her as she moved with
languid grace over to where the piano
stood. He remembered her voice, fresh,
pure, and resonant. She used to sing
Killarney" "Within Mile of Edin-
boro'," and "The Last Rose of Summer
but now it was LES Fleur des Alpes'
and waltz song of Lecocq's. Her voice
had improved with time and cultivation,
but there was something left out of hei
songs.
"She is just as much loss to me as
though she had married that Russian
said Oscar bitterly, and as soon as he
could lie went away.
He left her with listless handshake.
He was the first to 60, for her guests
generally staid late, and it was deep in
the twilight before the last farewell was
spoken.
There is nothing more forlorn than
festive scene after the guests have de-
parted. Helene looked around the ver-
anda with wretched feeling of loneli-
ness, and suddenly, with an irrepressible
sob, she flung herself down on the couch
where Oscar had sat beside her.
"Oh. my love!" she cried, with burst
of bitter tears. "You do not care for me
at ALL"
The moon had risen high and full.
Through the screen of tangled vines the
silvery light fell upon her prostrat,
form, which was shaken with storm OF
grief.
"Helene."
She sprang up as though some one had
struck her when she heard Oscar Dwight
pronounce her name.
~What are you doing here:' the cried,
passionately, enraged that he should have
seen her in tears.
Pardon me." he faltered. IL lost
a diamond stud this afternoon, and /
thought
Il will call servant to get light"
she said, sweeping past him.
"Helene!r he said, taking a step toward
her.
"Well.-
"Have you quite forgotten the old days
that you treat me so coldly:" he asked,
in gentle voice.
1T is you who have chosen to ignore
the past" she replied, locking her hands
so that he might not see how they trem-
bled.
You left me no other alternative,
Helene, speak to me! My heart tells mt
you have not grown so cold and indiffer.
ent as you seem. There was time
when you priced the love | gave you. l.
it utterly valueless now!"
~You do not care for me so much a.
you used to- she said, with averted
face.
Il love you, Helene. 1t is yours to say
whether it shall be more or less"
She turned to him then with a radiant
smile and held cut her hands.
Take me back!' she said. Il have
been miserable ever since you went
away"
IL. at that moment, any of the guest.
had returned to the veranda. they might
have witne ssed tableau like Millais'
-Hugenot Lovers" for Oscar possessed
himself Of hls own.
why did you repel me;' he said,
looking down into the face, which had
assumed its own true and tender glise.
why did you not let me know you as
you are;"
Il was proud" she said. Il did not
want you TO know that cared to please
vou oh Oscarl donit be angry with me