Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1890-06-07

leave Andromache; and my Andromache
wolld despif q husband who did less than
erpiis duty. 70 far our duties have been light
@4 and give no ground for boasting."
AMnooS8set them come on, those Uhlans,
those Oredips, those" here came q string
Of double. barrelled substantive adjectives
aud adjective sub'tantives, too familiar aft
erwards in lie Pere DUchcne-"let them
Gomez growled the w~ine-sOaked patriot,
''and we viii give thcm-''cre nom! what is
there which we viii not give themP'
And then the tirsy patriots retired 70 an
angle OF the ratification, and began to play
the intellectual gam, OF b1uchon, forgetful
OF the lady whom they had escorted so far,
for an afternoon OF the walls OF Paris.
Castor shoallered his chassep0t, and be-
gan to walk slowly up and down. Suzon
followed him, came close 10 his side, and
hiss,d in his ear.
"And so you ale happy with your child
wife,
II ain as Happy as Fate ever allowed n
man 10 be In TINS world. Fate gave me the
fairest Gnd best fl my companion, and
then said, Thou Shalt find tlou hast filled
thy cup OF JOY in n day of trouble and war.
Thou shalt drink only drop at a time--a
drop now and then-as the miscr spends his
gold"
"Licky for you, lucky for her that il is
so" retorted HuZon fierce'y, ''for you may
so much less soon grow weary Of your wax
worl WIFE"
~ shall never weary of her. said CASTOR.
Every day draws us nearer. We may tire
of life and its troubles, never OF elch other"
$50 you think now while this fancy OF
yours has all the gloss Of freshness. But
you VIII weary OF her. She Is pretty enough,
/ grant you; lovely, If you Ike; but her face
has no more expression than a June lily;
aud you, who have a mind full of force and
fire, must weary Of such placid inanity, Do
you think do not know you'll who have
heard you talk In the days gone BY who
was your c~OilfdGate when you were pennl-
less and unknown? You are beginning TO
be famous row. You sign yogT articles, and
men talk about them and about the VIZ ter.
You are pointed at in the street. But adj
mired you. l believed In you when you
were nobody"
"You were always very aniable, citoy enne,
and i hope | did not prove myself unworthy
Of your esteem" said Ga ton, with a cere-
monioUs bow.
lie had an idea that a storm was coming,
and he wanted TO warl off the lightning il
possible, 10y taking things easily.
"You proved yourself a scducer and q
p liar!" sie answered sayagsiy, her splendid
eyes flaming as she looked at him, one red
spot on either cheek. like n burning coal,
her white lips quiveI;ng.
She had given herself over t0 the rule OF
her pqss'o lat nasurs in this new per Cd Of
tumult and uncertainty, a time when all the
old bouadari $ seemed to be swept away,
the foo lgat-s Of pa so openei. A queen,
n goddess, in her chosen cirtle, she had
come TO think herself a being bound by no
law, possessing the divine right of beauty
and Wit, free 10 pour out her love or her
venom upon whom she would; and to-day
Fate had brought her face TO face with the
man 10 whom she had given the impassion-
ed love Of her too fcryid nature, for whose
sake she had been, and must ever be, marb.o
to every other over.
"You are mad.' he said quietly, 'and
your words are the words Ct a madwoman."
''Ihey are trae words. Scducer-for you
scduced me into loving you-yes, rs few
men have ever been loved, as few women
know how 10 love. Seduccr! yes. Your
every word, your every look, meant seduc-
ton. in those dear days when you and |
wandered homewards In the midn ght and
moonlight, and loitered ON the BRIDE or on
the oray, and drank each others whispers,
and looked into each others eyes, and our
hands trembled as they touched. Liar! for
though you never declared yourself my lover,
all your words were steepeiin love. When
we have slt together, side by side In the
theatre, my hesd leaning against your
shoulder, our hands claspei as we drew
nearer to each ether, feeling as IL we were
acne in the darkened house what need OF
m words then to promise love? Your every
81 look, your every touch, was q promise; anu
a all those promises you broke when You
deserted me for your new fancy; and by
every touch of your hand, by every look in
your eyes, / charge you with having
promised me your lifelong love, l charge
you with having lied to mev'
There was no doubt as TO the reality of
her feeling, the intensity Of her sense of
wrong done 10 her in those days OF the past.
CASTOR stood before her, downcast and con
science-strIcken.
Yes, IL passionate looks and tender clasp
ings Of tremulous hands meant anything, he
had so FAR pledged his faith-he was in so
much q liar. His boyish fancy had been
caught by this southern beauty. BY this pas
eiOnate nature, which made an Atmosphere
OF warmth around II, and gave to the calm
mupitbShtifo VI " Il uItSlt uiitit6ht tAo 80
ducing softness OF the torrid zone. He had
been drawn to her In those m0onlit hours as
young hearts are drawn together under tho
southern cross; and then came morning, and
worldly wisdom and the sense Of his own
dignity; and he told himself, with a half
guilty feeling, that those looks and whispers
on the moonlit quay meant nothing. A pref
ty woman who kepta popular cremerie must
have admirers by the score; and when she
was not being escorted to the Porte st. Mar
tin by him, was doubtless tripping as lightly
tothe Chateau d'Eau with somebody else.
These were the 0H0ttrs p0ssdgcres OF
youth, which count for nothing In the sum
Of . mans life.
Then came the new and better love. Kath-
leen's fair young face became the pole-star
Of his destiny; and from that hour he held
himself aloof from Suzon Michel. And now
she came upon him, like guilty conscience,
and charged him with having lied to her.
II am very. sorry that you should have
stAked our friendship SO seriously" he said
quietly. II thought that I was only one
among your many admIrers-tha you had
such lovers as / by the score. So pretty a
woman could not fail to attract suitors."
II had admirers, as you say. by the score
but not one for whom l cared, not one upon
whose breast my head ever rested rs 1t lay
on vours that night at the street-corner.
when you kissed me for the first -last-tim
II was within . week OF that kiss you
abandoned me foreve-."
"A foolish kiss" said CASTOR, again try
Ing TO take things lightly; hut those eyes
of yours had . magical influence In the
iamplight. My dear soul, we were only
childsen, straying q little way along q dow
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