Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1889-03-07

who art but child. and knoWest nothing"
"Adieu," said Monsieur Max. He held
her hand close, for an instant then raised it
suddenly TO his lips, and was gone; out at
the yine-Clad door and down The garden walk
which so often they had trodden together;
with STOPPING shoulders, bent head, and
fresh June rose above the heart that thr0bbed
with such fierce agony.
"She is but child; she win soon forget
me- murmured Monsieur Max; whether as
solace Or in anguish who shall dare 10 sayP
Soon, sOOn 0 very soon, mon ami" he
said, treading more heavily than was his
wont through the dustof he country road
His lips were parched-thoro was a film be-
fore his eyes; but he tramped on bravely,
while the sun burned down and the dust rose
in clouds above his head, stiIl murmurlng
with those pale, dry lips: Thou art but
child, my best beloved; thou lmowest moth
ing, and thou wilt soon forget"
Ten years
The time seems short enough as one reads
the two words there upon the paper; but
when the days must be lived through, mo-
ment by moment, ii IS a very different mat
ter; yet Monsieur Max lived on for ten long,
weary years before he saw his pupils face
again.
He had obeyed, upon leaving her, the uni
yersal Aryan impulse; he went West In
J tile town not far from one of the great lakes
he set up his modest household goods. But
pupils were slow to come in. His temper
had never been an idle one, however, and
his need was great of work to deaden the cry
OF his longing heart. Moreover, the innocent
winged life Of the insect world had always
been his delight To this, therefore, he turn
ed for comfort in his hour of trouble. Work
ing as a man Will who tries with toll to fill
an empty heart it is small wonder that the
result of his observations was well received
by the scientific world, and that Monsieur
Max found himself IN fair way TO become
famous; and, as a principal result Of his
growing celebrity, was offered Professors
chair in q recently founded neighboring col
lege. Monsieur accepted with eagemess.
The very yOuthtulness and untried strength
of the infant institution endeared 1t the more
10 his heart and it was to him an Alma Fila,
whose efforts to grow up with the country he
seconded with untring zeal
It was about this time that he subscribed
/ TO a New York society paper and scanned its
columns in search of one name which he fall
ed TO find.
/ "She is dead, or perhaps-mdrried," said
Monsieur Max. For he had often come upon
the characters that meant so much to him
during the first years OF his self-imp0sed eX-
lie They had flashed upon his sight from
column after column OF society news relat-
Ing how Mrs. BoutouS palatal residence
had been filed to overlooking upon the oc-
casion of her daughters birthday, and how
among the guests was another charming de-
butantc, whose beauty wealth, and toilet
were alluded to, as 1t of equal value, in a
manner that caused monsieur to run his fin
gers through his silycrug locks and sigh
YEARLY. But these mentions of her had
ceased entirely for nearly year, though the
name of a "lar bride, Mrs Willis Burwell,"
would sometimes cause the heart of monsieur
10 beat more quickly than was its won't For
Wills BurWeU was the partner of Henry
Clayton, Bertha, hili-hrothcr, and his sig
nature was good I'm wan street fora fabulous
number OF cphcN with more potential fig
urcs WcdNcd Could the Young bride whom
that autograph had purchased be his little
m, his Innocent uustin. Bertha?
II must 40 and soe,' said Monsieur Max.
Summer hod come again, the tenth sum-
mer since ho md pressed his farewell kiss
upon her fingers, when he steppedaboard OF
. "a
few miles Of his old quarters in the little
town of r.. The sun had set; there was
only flood OF golden glory rapidly chang
ing to crimson, to show where he &ad gone
down: it fell i'm long, cleaning track upon
the soidy-hcaylng, beautiful bay and tlnged
the heavy, sable robes of one who sat gazing
W,stul,y toward the golden west
1T is she" said Monsieur Max.
A chUd-a little girl-played at her side
under the care of a nurse.
"IIer child, her very image" he muttered.
at Is enough; it is enough!'
lie hadueycr hoped; how, therefore, could
he now feel disappointment Yet when aft
er time lie never coa,d tell how long-the
remembrance OF her mourning attire came to
him, with the question: For whom was Il
worn? his heart leaped with a great Wild
throb which could have been neither hope
nor exultauon, and was, therefore whatf
lie turned aud approached her TO ind that
her eyes had already discovered him. Ills
limbs trembled and a food of dark crimson
rushed 10 his brow; hut Bertha's beautiful
face was quite mtrouhled, and she held Out
her hand with a tranquil smile
But had almost sent Martha TO recall 70
monsiems recollection his little pupil so
wicked and troublesome"
He bowed silently over the white fingers,
not yeuturng this time to press them to his
lips Bertha made ruom for him beside heT
and continued speaking without seeming e
notice his lack Of reply. There are times
when woman is grateful for ten wears eN'
pereuce 81 the world and If even this tram
ing cannot keep the new light ont y heI
eyes, the modesty OF such man as Monsieur
Max is a better vcil than the gathering twt
li-ht or the longest of silken lashes, Only
uace did sine talter and that was when mon
s.crr having recovered the power Of speech
ustd .t to address her is Madame
Bat no. - She answered softly; mo, mon
sieJt 10 proltsseur. | am Still only demol
st.e'
"G0d be thanked said monsieur lnyolun
byuy and watched, with eyes OF incIeau
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