Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-01-12
CHAPTER XII.

From that time on Suzanne seldom went out on horseback or ill her phaeton that she did not meet Raymond, as if by accident, but they did no more than speak, but after he had seen her he returned to the farm with heart elate.
 Both brothers had fallen victims to Su- zanne's bright and rare beauty and noble character, but they made no confidence of their feelings to each other. The brothers even seemed to avoid each other; each sought solitude and each thought his secret hidden from all eyes. But Pierre had to look after the farm and command the laborers, so that he had small chance of meeting the object of his dreams, while Raymond would take his gun for -countenance and finger about places where he hoped she might pass.
 In France no visits are permitted to young men at the house of any young lady, unless after formal engagement of marriage, and then only under such conditions as must be very exasperating to both; so neither Pierre nor Raymond could go to see Suzanne at her home, not even accompanied by their mother.
 Tho image of the two brothers had cer- tainly taken little place in the existence of Suzanne in spite of herself Before she knew them her thoughts were bounded by her home, her art and her father. She knew that she was pretty and that men admired her, but she had always shrunk from any ex- pressed admiration with horror unfeigned. Marriage was not for her. Two or three times before this her hand had been asked of her father, but when he referred the question to her she refused so determinedly that he was fain to decline, particularly, as she said: II do not wish to leave you, nor ever love anybody but you as long as live"
 He thought to himself: "Some day she will change her mind and shall be forgot ten. Let her belong to me, then, as long as she is content"
 But now Suzanne let her horse walk along the shady paths where the rich branches hung heavy with sparkling dewdrops, and she whispered:
 q wonder if I shall see him to daya" And when she saw him coming along, his gun swung over his shoulder, she felt like flying from the spot, but he looked so anxious, so sad, and then when he saw her so glad that she did not go Then they approached and said good morning, with very few and simple words more, and each went along their differ ent paths, both happier for the meeting.
 One day Suzanne was seated in 0 messy dell in one part of their park with her port folio and colors, trying to catch the sum- beams and make them shine through her painted trees, but it was warm and the
 
 made her sleepy, and resting her head upon a moss covered root she fell asleep, nor woke until she felt soft, sweet and chaste kiss fall upon her forehead. With strange prescience she knew whose lips had pressed it there, and she, from pure maidenly shame and delicacy, managed to keep her eyes closed that he might suppose that she knew nothing. Then Raymond murmured:
 "Alas, Suzanne, love you so," and he was gone.
 Then she arose, her whole face covered with one burning blush. and her whole being filled with wondrously sweet happiness, and for a while, in this delicious awakening of 6 pure maiden's love, she forgot. Then, sud denly vision rose before her, and she whose whole beautiful face but moment before was eloquent with love, grew pale and draw1 with horror.
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