Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-01-22

others seemed ,sconstraine,
and i'll at ease.
You will wish me Joy Tor to-nor.
turned away at last. ..To-morrow
shall be Ninette LcrouX."
mo good comes of using your new
name before it's your own" said the
surly voice OF Rose Michel. The cir,
laughed brightly.
..You were always one to croak
Rose" she said. AT all events there,
no fear of you ever committing that
mistake" The old maid looked souy-
ly at the winsomc face.
"A day may come when you viii
wish yourself in my place. she cried.
with a spiteful bitterness in her raisct
and croaking voice. ut is not MAJ
ried life that brings the greatest Joy.
though the young and foolish alway.
think it,"
"Well. at all events. mean to try
said the girl gaily. "Perhaps yo,t
wouldn't mind being in my place tov
once Rose Michel, and doing the
same;" and without waiting for furthc.
words she turned and went on her wa,
up the sunny village street
She did not hear the muttered ours,
that followed her. She did not see
the vengcful expression on the wrinkl
ed face and trembling lips; but Ninett;,
in all her fair and happy life, hao
never made n foe so fierce, an enemy
so vindiclive, as Rose Michel wa
now.
Pierre LerouX was q well-to-d do mil
era man young and handsome, aud
accounted great match in his quaint
little Norman town. His mill lay some
way out, set amidst fields and oy-
chards, and with an arm OF the river.
winding through to turn the grca,
wheel, whose sound was SO sweet 10
Nlnette's ear as it churned the foam
bells at her feet, and dashed the COO,
shower of water over her sweet flushed
face.
She stood there now In the no. sum
mer noon, her lover by her side, her
ewes downcast, and her little hands
clasped round his arm, her fragile
girlish 10 elineos looking doubly fragile,
and childish in contrast to the stalwart
frame and sunbHrnt face OF the young
miller.
ut plcases you, thenP 1t is all rs
you wish?" he was saying. The girl'>
; face flushed, her shy eyes dropped
; more shyly.
l cit is perfcct-all." she said softly.
= Tho whole place is beautiful"
3 "Not half good enough or beautiful
9 enough for the,." he said passionate
9 ly. my only wonder is that ever
thou couldst bring thysclf to love one
SO unworthy"
l. ..In what way are you unworthy
+ Pierre?"
Il am so rough, so coarse. l am
but one OF the people. and you we'll
born, beautiful as an angel. True, |
have some little learning, and trick
of speech that served me we'll when
the storms of warfare and faction
S threatened to disturb our littlo village;
for the rest
J. "You are hero, Pierre. and
II love YOU"
= He drew her to his heart with hasty
passion. He was delirious with the
2 sudden Joy those sweet ba sinful word,
= had brought to him. Never bcfort
81 had she dropped the mask of careless
III ness. and let him see that for once sh'
10 could be loving, tender. grave. II
y words he could not thank her. n
only clasped her in his arms that ha'
70 never hungered for living woman be
fore, that were faithful, honest. true
' as few are, and kissed her with
lovers passion and u good mans rev
u crence.
ty "You are content, my beautiful'
10: he murmured at last.
"If only you will love me always.
ne now" she answered, with the longIn
its that comes to every woman's near
les when she knows that wha is q lover
10 privilege will soon be Il husband
o w right.
Ia ado you doubt ito"
he II shall not be your foolish gidd
"a. little sweetheart then. in whom "
lld will never see fault or wrong" 81
whispered. ..Oh, Pierre, l am
faulty. SO weak, so vain. you DO d
She know"
A IL do know. l know l love "
Ike! with every fault. as have loved
one with every virtue. know. WI
II" thirty years. experience OF life that
al lose you would be worse than deatn
hat thousand times, you are my sou
: to soul, my life's life.
Tho burning impetuous words III
lild awed, half gladdened the girls you
heart, even on the brink OF that GIG
old and perfect happiness for viii ii ;
is longed. 10 be so much to amour
TRY life, and she thing so fragile. Ca
and less. weak, almost terrified her no
fter The hot sun cleaned on the u
water at their feet, the pigeons plum
oux their feathers ON tho gray stoneso
agc of the house, tho sweet scent OF
lose crushed grasses, and ripened ui'
,,uor ,osos fllod all the air.