Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1890-07-17


money. 1t is his title that makes every one
now wild about him. Papa will. OF course.
consent, even though he has no wealth. for
shall have so much. Mon Dieu! ! UNI SO
happy, for every body wants him. he is so
handsome! With me your congratula tons,
chere couisine for in a few months shall be
Lady Stolholm. And no more-though yours
still in affection. creme L'ABrEE."
The letter came to ME in the soft
Southern twilight as sat alone un-
der the clear stars of the Italian sky.
1t pierced my tired little heart like
the unexpected stroke of a stileCto,
and, like it, brought the silence of
death-death to a feeble, fading hope.
l did not moan or cry out, but des-
pair number all my senses, and me-
chemically, almost unknowingly, I
wandered off to Il secluded spot amid
the lilne-trces, and threw myselfupon
the warm soft turf. There l lay,
grasping in my hand still the letter
with it's hidden sting, turning my
little, wan face up to the waving
coughs above me, through which
came the CLINT Of the lights ofheaven,
as il they would fain comfort me.
"No, no, naught could comfort
me" moaned within myself; and like
the echo of my henrt, sounded the
distant vesper bell-clear, but faint
and wailing-borne on the evening
air.
Zach, mein Colt! what is this?"
1t was the rugged voice OF fraulein
that startled me, and l realized that
the long twilight was spent and the
night was far on. She reused me
and took me up in her strong arms
and carried me home. A long insen-
sibility followed. A month passed
under the power of the fever that
seized me. Upon my recovery we
again Travelled for six months. With
my brother who was in the Univer-
sity in Germany, came two students.
We all journeyed together. One
was u Observation-Disclosures, intellect
ual, and fiercely impulsive; the 9TH
er Hollander whom l thought in
tOlerably stupid, for he smoked all
the time, and nothing more. Both
of these men made Overtures to my
father for my hand in marriage, and,
though my father urged the suit OF
the Bavarian, declined, not caring
for either of them. And upon the
Hollander essaying one day to make
love to me, said very decidedly:
II can never marry you, so pray
do not harbor such an idea"
On the evening of the same day
a ball was held at one of the pala.
tial residences in Vienna for it was
in thnt courtlv city that we were
now sojourning. Although l was no
more in love with the Bavarian than
with the Hollander, he was more
agreeable company, and he paid me
much court this night. My glass
told me before l LETT my dressing
room that my toilet was most be-
coming. Its pale green sheen con-
trasted with my brown hair and eyes,
and lent ali ethereal aspect to my
pale, small-!eatured face. 1t was
when the evening was far advanced,
and l was dancing with the Bavarian
that suddenly a familiar voice struck
upon my ear. looked up and saw
Lord Stolholm. He stood near me,
in company with some eminent gen.
tlemen. He saw me, bowed quietly,
and after the dance came and spoke
with me. He was changed and LOOK
ed pale and worn. His manner was
kind, but constrained. felt the
barrier that existed between Erene' 8
lover and myself. l asked il Erene
were still in Paris, and he briefly re-
piled eyes" He disappeared soon
after, and l felt as though a tempest
had passed over me, and left me
beaten down and half dead. As the
night advanced, feeling strange and
alien to this crowd of foreigners,
stole softly out alone on deserted
balcony. The stiffness of the moon
lit night soothed me, and as listen
ed to the soft splash of the fountains
playing in the garden below, muir
INJURED within mys Elf at tho fate which
carried me into foreign lands. The one
longing of my soul was to return to
America or England. l descended
the balcony anC wendell my way
through one ofthe labyrinthine paths
of the shrubberied garden. Lights
cleaned everywhere amid tho dark
green foliage and the fountains glis-
, tened and statues stood out cold and
white in the light OF the moon. l
gathered the sheen of my ball robe
about me and seated myself on the
ledge OF an artificial grotto. ooh,
why" l murmured, chad my love
, shown himself to me for one fleeting
moment and then vanished? WHY
speak to me when he was no longer
mine? Did he ever think of me, orhad
been merely the toy OF the passing
hour? 1t would seem that had; and
yet how strangely he looked ut me
tonight! Would it have all been
well il had sent him a note when
left Paris? But surely Erene would
have told him where l was! Surely
she would not be so cruel as to with
hold my address had he asked it.!
But why do talk thus, forsooth?
Foolish heart, do not harbor such n
thrill of hone. He ia bound to an