Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1889-06-21


OdOrous jasmine in her hand she was a
contrast indeed to most women there.
Mrs. Barrymore was more OF g gypsy
than ever in pale amber and dark ruby all
about her was color and glow and SHIN
mSr, but from the rich darkness h1gnOn
clear pallOF, like the leaf of one OF her Jas
mine buds. the sweet red lips, the dreaming
eyes, shone out and attracted thousand
eyes. She was like picture OF repOse.
She was ike the twilight tender and PEN
slYeI after the hot, tumultuous days ana
Don Eastern looking across at the beauti-
Jul enchantress in her gOld-sRtin draperies
without g thrill. knew that Tor one touch OF
the small gloved hand at his side he would
brave death.
AS Camille was parting with Armand
sitter her interview with his father
looking so sadly changed from the light
hearted, Joyous girl in her pretty pink dress
and garden hat, from an hour before laugh
ing and sobbing in a breath, kissing him In
despairing, sObbing love. smiling in grand
self-renunciattOn, weeping over her dead
and broken hopes altogether June Lang
dom gIsnclng over, saw that the soFFoWLu4
biOsSOm-face had grown strangely Whltes
and that Don Eastern was tanning her anX-
iOusly, and that he had drawn mass Of
black, Spanish drapsry about her slim form.
She saw MignOn look up with unspOken
thanks, lifting her eyes with such devotion
and love and faith in them; she saw him
look down eagerly, with truest, Jenderest
love ana anxiety; and then she waited no
longer, but rose impatiently, with rage and
hatred in her heart.
She paused for one last look.
Mrs. Barrymore had leaned forward to
speak to MignQnl and as June's eyes fell on
| her face she started.
why, it is Blythe Harti I knew she had
| married. but did not know what had become
/ Of her. All, everything is easy now,
The next day Mrs. LangdOn's carriage
! dashed up to the Barrymore mansion, and
moment atterWard Mrs. Langdon was an
nOunced.
Mrs. Barrymore and 1Iignon were seated
/ together in the draWing-rOOm, MignOn nest
| led in a great chair before the CRATE, Mrs.
/ Barrymore lying luxuriOusly on low Turk
/ ish diVan.
Mrs. BARRYMORE stood up with a very faint
! surprise in her face, that changed to delight
as she recognized an almost forgotten
friend.
Why, June. are you Mrs. Langdon? Three
/ years in Europe have set me quite outside
/ the pale OF all my old friends, This is
! my dear friend, Mignon Trevor. Little
! MignOn, you have often heard me speak of
| And Mignon, with faint color in her
! cheeks, bowed quietly but did not speak.
/ and relapsed into her reverie, gazing with
! dark, dreaming eyes into the namess
How did it happen2 Circe alone knew.
But after that these two were often to-
gether.
Such a lovely morning, little 1ignOn.
! You must come for drive with me-" Or,
| q shall be alone to-day; you must come
/ and make the hours bright for me.
And although MignOn felt vague dread
| and dislike it was so intangible and the
! beautiful voice and face and manner so en-
! chanting, that she could not resist and felt
] Is
The days had flown swiftly, and they had
! been days Of rapture for MignOn; the gayety
! and life and hustle were quite new to her.
/ Every day Don was with her. morning and
| evening; ne watched over her with a jealous
! care and loving devotion that were marvel
/ to himself He took her for drives, and ac-
| cOmpanied her to the opera; he sent her
] rare flowers from his own greenhouses;
! he brought her his favorit6 books and
/ music, and late in the evenings he fingered
| beside her, parting from her reluctantly,
and Of hnF-
| away from her. He realized that this pure,
/ gentle, loving girl was the one supreme love
of his life-her white hand could lead him
| unScaLhed over every SIN ana temptation
! her sweet dark eyes draw him to the utter
| most ends Of the earth. He was proud Of
! her intellect and culture, he Worshiped her
| for her innocence and trust, and for the first
| time in his life the restless, cynical man of
| the world was happy.
June Langdon was less than nothing to
/ MN. he mad never Deen near her since
| that day. He had never even thought OF
her.
But to-day he held an ivory sheet of
! paper in his hand. with a monogram en-
| blazOned in violet and gold upon it. And a
| line In the elegant running hand he knew
j so we'll.
81 am going away tomorrow. Come Just
once more, for the sake Of the old days,
| when no other woman was dearer than I.
| 1 am going to Paris to live, and may never
And he went Reluctantly and distaste-
! fully-Dut he went, He was ushered into a
| dainty little bOudOir, maize and poppy,
/ musk-scented and fOWer-flied.
! She did not give him unasked kisses this
| time; she did not even offer him her hand,
| but threw herself down in a great chair,
| with q sad languOr that would have touched
! any heart but his. They talked a little in
! differently. and then he arose to go.
"GoOd-by, Mrs. LangdOn. hope you will
enjoy Paris and not quite forget all your
But with a low and exceeding bitter cry
Must we part ike this? oh, my Godt I
| cannot bear it! Have you no mercy, no
| pity?"
The tears streamed down her cheeks. and
| she held out her hand impIoringly.
With the deepest pity and sympathy, he
| took her hand in his.
June. you viii forget, Believe me. you
| will forget all this in a very little while
| What good would my love do you now? 1t
! could bring you nothing but sorrow. We
| must never meet again. l hOpe-I b1OI0 you
| will be very happy yet. Good-by' God be
/ with you, dear"
He bent down and touched the trembling
/ hands with his lips, feeling Wretchedly
! sorry Tor this beautiful, und1sclplln6d woman
| in her misery.
But she flung her arms about his throat
| and chung to him In a very abandonment Of
] grief, sObbing Historically, with lOWs sharp
/ means that cut him to the heart.
June. dear child, do not weep so. You
/ viii be ILL 1t is torture to hear you
! She faitefed and shivered, and he put his
| arms around her. and kissed her on the fair
| brow, once. twice.
Her arms were about him. and the beau
against him.
A deep sigh startled him. He lifted his
| head. Standing in the door. palid as a
! ghost, with frightened, WOfUl eyes and de-
spair In every feature, stood Mignon.
! With a loud exclamation, with rage and
! impotence and disgust. he shook the eX-
/ qulsite form from his bosom and strobe
| across the loom.
But the portiere had fallen back into its
/ place and MignOn had vanished.
HHrerl -rTH
/ sage for Miss Trevor but the man returned
1 with word that she had just gone out.
| He left the house without another look at
/ the woman who had brought that despair
] inc LooE into bis sweet love- Gee. and