Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-03-19

mother weeps over the tiny gar
ments or the broken toys OF her dead
child.
He had thought to buy forgetful-
ness with gold. 1t is IL mistake men
often make.
1t seemed to her that all love, peace,
content, had died out of her life for
ever. Her heart felt chill and cold
to every emotion OF pain or joy alike.
Her one brief dream of gladness was
over, severed sharply as by a sword
killed utterly and forever.
Days might come and 60, suns
would rise and nights would fall, and
the great stars would thrOb in the
skies. and CLEAN over the peaceful
pastures and the flowing waters of her
old home; but never more would she
stand there and look out ut these
things with the thankful heart and
trembling joy she had once known;
never more would her life be one with
the love she had lost, and the tender
ness she had betrayed She told her.
self, and there was no voice to say her
nay, and no living thing to speak of
consolation.
1t was Il brilliant day, cold but fine
the sky without cloud, the sun with
out shadow on its brightness. The
whole city was alive with tumult and
excitement, for large numbers of re-
turning troops were to march through
| with their prisoners of war and trO-
phies of victory, and all were eager to
Trnaf nn6 tho ~ hn
rOes.
In an open carriage placed
at their service by one Of the
most ardent admirers of Ninette
(and most reckless followers of for
tune as represented by Baccarat and
Napoleon) sat Leon Monprat and his
daughter. She was exquisitely dress
cd in rich soft velvets and furs, which
made her delicate beauty fairer and
more piquant by contrast. But on her
face was the shadow of unspeakable
pain, dread that had never left her
since the moment when she learnt this
was no mere review of troops, as she
at first had supposed, but a triumph
ant entry of the Prussian corps with
their disarmed and Inundated pris-
Oners.
Ere long the air was rent with
thunders of welcome. The music OF
military bands rang out in riotous
glee. The sound of drums, the rattle
of musketry, the clash of bells, all
gave their tribute in one mighty tenn
pest of greeting.
Ninette turned deadly pale and
leant back amidst the soft cushions OF
the carriage. She saw a great gath
ering mass of figures marching stead.
lily toward her. She saw the flutter
of the standards, the colors of torn and
tossing flags, the CLEAN of musket and
carbine barrels, the swarthy faces Of
the men, the arched glossy necks o.
the curveting chargers, the hues o.
brilliant uniforms, all the great vas
sea of moving color that flashed and
fused itself before her wondering
eyes with the background of thai
clear blue sky-the glittering warmth
of the golden sunshine. She drew ;
deep gasping breath. 1t was sigh
altogether new, wonderful, bewilder
ing.
Louder and more deafening grew
the cheers; clearer rang tie wild must,
of the bells; more exhilarating sound
ed the merry rataplan of drums ant
the glorious strains OF the national wal
song. The folds of the tori
battle flags fiuttered in tho breeze
men and women laughed and wcpt lik,
children as the squadrons passed rap
idly by.
Suddenly a great cry fell across tn,
tumult-a cry whose agony and re
morse startled all within hearing;
cry that reached to the passing troop
who, with down-bent heads, ant
shamed and bitter hearts, marched il
the rear of their conquerors.
One man turned his weary eyes il
the direction whence it came. III
saw a woman's face with wild despair
ing eyes, that held his own fixed an,
electrified in their incredulous amaze
ment, and their agonized dread. Thel
he was swept onward with the impetu
GUS advance of that marching force
while his heart seemed to stand still
with the agony of that discovery an
the horrors that it revealed.
'.Ninette-Ninette! what was it.?
implored Leon Monprat, as she fel
back in the carrsage shaking an
CHASTITY, as though she had seen III
dead return to life. A wild, hysteri
cal laugh burst from her lips. Tn
} anguish that assailed her strengt
was more than she could bear.
What was it?" she echoed, in
voice harsh and strange as madness
J "Only a face-my husbands face
And thought the world wide enoug
to keep us-apart.
.. CHAPTER X.