Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1889-01-03

| understanding, since wouId never nave
permitted myself, not having the honor
| Of knowing you, to present myself at
| your door. Now, however, l shall" he
continued with profound bow" seer
tainly beg for the pleasure of doing So
Nine. Tervenue desperately rose and,
| followed by her daughter, left the room.
| When Gerard had returned from seeing
| them to the door, his mother said to him:
Tell me truly, my son, did you call
on those peoplet"
Never in the world, my dear mother;
and don't in the least know what all
this meansr'
In the street meanwhile Solange was
biting her lips till the blood started.
'What idiots we were! We have
spoiled everything! He had come to the
house without letting his mother know,
and we have let the cat out of the bag"'
she ragged.
"What pity! If only he comes back
again. said Mime. Tarvenue, prayer
fully.
The next day there occurred Nine.
| Tarvenue's small weekly reception. The
lamps were lighted and Solange was set
ting out some dominos nonchalantly on
the baize table.
SIS everything ready:" demanded NJ
Tarvenue
"Oh, yes"
"Wel1; because hold a good deal to
this one evening in the week, when can
gather my old friends around me-" said
the old fellow. 81 miss one, though,
Ranillat," and he sighed.
His guests soon began to arrive. So
lange, with book in her hand, aban-
doned herself to gold tinted reveries.
That very morning the Count Gerard
had bowed to her profoundly, and on
| this incident, trivial as it was, she had
begun to erect a visionary scaffolding of
dreams. Suddenly the door opened
again and NJ. Ramillat was announced.
NJ. Tarvenue hurried forward to meet
him
my dear friend, at last"
"Why, yes, here l am again. But let
me tell you-au of you-the most extra
ordinary and laughable occurrence imag-
Unable. You know, Tarvenue, that 1
was offended because of your having
failed to take any notice of a certain
visit paid you three weeks ago. You
said that you had not heard of it. l was
sure that left cards. Well, l left cards,
and you never knew it.
He broke off with a loud laugh.
Tell me, Tarvenue, do you know the
Comte de Prevaret!"
Every little, but he comes here"
"Ah! he comes here? He came on the
9Th of January, eh? Well, l left his
cardp'
Solange, who had raised her head from
her book, now approached.
''And this is the way of it: It's all the
fault of that good-for-nothing engraver,
Bladel. | ordered some cards for Jan. 1.
Probably the Count Gerard did the same.
Now, what do you suppose discovered
after three weeks! That the cards in the
packages were mixed Inadvertently
half of them were mine and half those Of
the Count Prevaret. That show it hap
pened that you received a card from
that gentleman and that is how
Solange, whittier than q sheet, had risen
with difficulty and retreated into the
embrasure of a window. Her mother
followed her.
Courage, Solange! Be kind to NJ.
Ramillat After all, Eusebe is not such
bad matchr'
What! When one thought one was
going to be a countess" and she FASTENED
from the room.
Excuse Solange," said Nine. Tar
venue. ''She is feeling indisposed. -
Three months later Gerard de Brevaret
was married 60 one of his cousins and
the same day NJ. Eusebe Ramillat, dis
dained by Solange, conducted to the
altar the daughter Of his fathers part
ner.
They say that Solange Tarvenue viii
not marry at all.-Translated for The
New York Mercury from the French Of
N. FlOran by Agnes Clifford.