Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1890-05-10

Hithsrto he had found himself Just able
to live, clothe himself like a gentleman, and
keep out of debt. And to do even this he
had been thrifty and self-denying. But
what will not love do? He became as spar.
ing as Pere Grandet; except when he wanted
TO offer a little pleasure, q theatre or a cafe
chantant, to the sisters.
Such offers were but rarely accepted.
Rose watched Kathleen like a lynx, and al
lowed few tete-u-tetes between the lovers,
Never was girlish simplicity guarded more
closely from all peril Of pollution. But, ones
in a way, this severe damsel relented so far
as to allow the two lovers TO organise an
evenings dissipation; and Ii was on one OF
eiese occasions, amos ImnleuIaJeIy 800.
Kathleen's engagement, that Suzon Michel
saw CASTOR and his sweetheart together for
the first time.
1t was a sultry August evening, the Seine
shining in the golden light of the western
sky, the air heavy with heat. Durand and
CASTOR had bought tickets for the ~side-boxes
at the Ambigu, where a new play, by Dumas
the younger, was being acted, to the delight
of all Paris-or, at least, that inferior and
second-rate Paris which had not migrated to
fashionable watering places and mountain
springs. Kathleen and CASTOR walked arm
in-arm along the quay, so engrossed In each
other as TO be quite unconscious Of passers-
by. Faces came and went beside them,
voices sounded; but 1t was all dim as the
sounds and faces in a dream. They lived.
they saw, they heard, they breathed onlv
for each other.
Close behind them came Rose and her
faithful swain; and Rose, even in her ten
derest moments, was mindful OF her sister
She was fond and proud OF her stalwsrt,
good-lookipg workman-lover, who was SO
fine a specimen Of his rank and race, as
much q gentleman by nature rs CASTOR
Mortemar was a gentleman by hereditary
instinct; but she was not lifted of this dull
Garth by her love.
AS they walked towards the Pont Neuf,
with their faces TO the west and the sun
shining on them, Suzon Michel met them.
She saw them ever so far OF; the tall slight
figure OF the man, whose look and bearing
| she knew so well; the golden-haired girl al
his side, radiant and lovely In her plain
alpaca gown, and neat little black lace bon
net, with clusters of vlolets nesting between
the lace and her sunny hair-those violetS
which the authenticated Empress loved So
well.
Suzop slackeneo ner pace as they drew
near her. He would recognise her, of course
1.-The false-hearted one; and speak her fair,
albeit he had broken her heart by his cold.
ness and ingratitude. He would stop, the
audacious one, and brazen out his treachery,
aud make light of his heartlessness.
But CASTOR walked on without seeing her.
He passed her by, unconscious Of her pres.
ence, his eyes bent with fmpassioned love
upon the pure pale face beside him, his lips
breathing softest words. Suaon drew aside,
and stood upon the pavement, looking after
them with diabollcal hate In her face. Rose
saw that look, and clutched Philip Durand's
arm.
ibid you see that woman looking after
my sister-the woman at the cremertef' she
asked.
But Philip had been too much absorbed in
his betrothed 10 have eyes for the divers ex.
pressions Of the psssers by. He was full
Of gladness, thankfulness for his lot. He
had been emlnently successful as a crafts
man, had won a medal for a piece Of fine
workmanship in the Exhibition Of '76; he
was looked upon as 2 leading light In the
syndicate, and the dearest woman in the
world had promised TO be bis wife. Now
that Kathleen was engaged there was NJ
more difficulty. So soon as aaston was ir
q fair way to maintain a wife, the two
couples would be united.
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