Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-08-24

passion of Cabanels Venus; clear, al
most delicately colorless skin, save for
warmth in mouth and cheek; and YET
with all the yielding beauty of woman
hood, there is all intellectual vigor ant
strength in the face which one seldom
sees save in the faces of men who hav
suffered and been strong"
cit is by far the best thing you hav
ever DONE" says Jack, after few mo
ments of admiring silence. May 1 se'
the Photographic"
cts behind the Mona Lisa, not YER,
good one, but the best 1 could get
Il should say it wasn't very goo6
one. It must have been done by some
amateur photographer, judging from
the finish. But, Cara, how much the
eyes here are like your own!"
"They tell me so. All! Jack, I regret
to see that you are regarding her more
as a woman than as an artistic produc.
ton.
"Im afraid am. Do you know hel
we'll? Why have never seen her?"
@Now," says Cara, you have made
me jealous, and, like wise woman.
refuse to talk Of my rival. On Thurs
day night the five members of our class
are coming with Herr Blum to my box
to hear Bernhardt. We will come to q
little supper; you will sing us some
Schubert; Engenie will play us the
"Apassionata; you will meet your ideal
we will persuade ourselves that every
loss has gain to match. and forget -
show miserable we shall feel in the
morning." Jack finishes for her.
"Pessimist!" says Cara, smiling; "will
you Gomez"
"Do ever refuse an invitation from
you?' as he rises preparatory to taking
his leave.
Then it is settled. If you care to
you may take the photograph with you. -
"Thanl YOU" he says, slipping it into
the pocket of his great coat.
"Now 1 am going back to the bread
and butter part of existence. There's
something almost dreary in the persist
ency with which one and one are two,
isn't therc?"
"There have been cases" what a CO.
quette the girl isl" there have been
cases where one and one made one."
He has taken her hand to say good
night as she speaks, and passionate
light comes into his eyes at her words.
"Ah, Cara" he says impulsively. Il
only thought"
Don't think" she answers, consult
the proper mathematical authorities"
On Thursday night Jack, having
made very careful toilet and mislaid
everything with cheerful sense of the
entire responsibility of Betty, the
chambermaid, takes last look at the
photograph which occupies the place Of
honor over his dressing-case, before set
ting out to meet the original. "Some-
thing will probably have happened to
keep her at home, or something" he
soliloquizes as he leaves the house.
It is the middle of the first act wher
he reaches the box. Cara smiles as he
enters. The rest of the party are com
pletely absorbed, but he can see that
she is there. Her back is toward him,
but surely only one woman could have
hair like that, and wear black lace the
way she does. Jack suddenly remem.
bers his ideal costume for woman has
always been made of black lace.
And Cara? Well, Cara is very beau.
tiful woman, but then she could never
give much love to any one, and what
emotional gymnastics she would require
of the man to whom she was married.
AS the curtain falls the orchestra be-
gins "Weber's Last" and Cara motions
him toward her. "Eugenie," she says,
leaning forward. Eugene, let me pre-.
sent my friend"-Jack doesn't hear the
rest, for the lady turns and he sees
fascinatingly ugly woman, with de-
lightful directness of gaze, who acknowl
edges the introduction in the middle Of
a remark which she is making to Lieut.
Willoughby. Jack glances appealingly
at Cara, who is rather suspiciously en-.
gagged in leisurely survey of the house
through her glasses.
There's Mrs. Dunbar" says Cara's
aunt leaning forward for better view.
"She has succeeded in engaging he1
daughter in the army"
did 1 hear you say" laughs Cara,
chat her dearest wish is accomplished 81
no." says Mrs. Lorrimer. Gone
doesn't say those things, my dear"
"Let us consider, then" says Cara,
demurely, "that no one has spoken"
II have been having something of
that sensation all the evening"" says the
Lieutenant. "Bernhardt's French must
be provincial; [ can't understand her. "
There is little laugh, in the midst
of which Jack pauses abruptly; for in
Mile LeCroix's face, as she smiles, he
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