Evening journal., 1891-08-05


righting the wrongs that | have done
others-so far as wrongs can be righted.
This Is why / have crossed the ocean TO
make you my wife. win not ask you TO
forgive me the sorrow have caused You
until you understand a little of what its
reparation costs me. Before sunset you
will be the duchess of Nj"
Lisette says nothing only beckons Little
Lisette, who is playing with the hounds in
the street. Tho child dances toward them
laughing and shaking her golden head.
Lisette looks long and directly into the
child's eyes, but the Man of the Cloth only
toys with her curls. He does not look into
the child's eyes
"And do you say that she will grow up
into a fine lady and have everything that
money can buyg" Still gently sobbing.
Yes, everything" he answers
And must you marry me before that
can come to her?"
YES" he replies.
They part.
Afternoon. It is all over Lisette is the
Duchess Of M. The clergyman who
has wrought this change is LOO astonished
at the fee which his highness, the Man OF
the Cloth, has pressed into his hand to no
tice that the bridegroom does not kiss his
bride
They return to the hotel. At evening
the duchess is excused to 90 up the alley
to put Little Lisette to bed for the last time
in her own little trundlebed, for tomor
row father, mother and child will leave
Virgin alley forever
Little Lisette wonders why her mamma
hugs her so tightly and why her mothers
heart beats so fast and loud Why does
her sad mamma kiss her so hard and so
many times ? 1t is all mystery to sleepy
Little Lisstte, who never knows how many
more kisses-tears and kisses l-arc show.
cred upon her when asleep before Mamma
Lisette leaves her bedside and passes swift
ly into the alley.
1t is late, and his highness, the Man OIL
the Cloth, is anxious less his martyrdom
should have miscarried by some accident
to the Duchess Lisette.
He goes slowly up the alley, thinking
how good he is to endure all things for
conscience sake. He wonders what the
virgins, who stare at him from window
and fence top, would think if they knew
what he had sacrificed to do penance for
the sins Of youth.
Suddenly the air quavers with a pro-
longed, doleful howl, such as a dog delivers
when lost or listening to the tolling of
bell 1t is the wall Of n hound. The mourn
full brute is in field a few rods away, sit
ting upon his launches. with his nose
pointed high in the air. His highness is
first to investigate this strange canine pro-
ceeding. Lying close beside the hound,
face downward and moaning deeply, is
Lisette.
He takes the paper that is shut tightly in
her small, clinched hands, thrusts it into
his pocket, lifts her in his arms and carries
her home.
Aphysician is summoned and the wretch
edly aimed knife drawn from her breast.
They almost despair of stopping the fear
full flow of blood, but ut last it is done
No; his martyrdom has not miscarried.
Lisette lives She slowly RECEIVERS.
In the days that follow Little Iisette
wonders why the Man Of the Cloth kisses
her mamma and herself so often and so
tenderly, and why Mamma Iisette and the
Man Of the Cloth are no longer sad, al
though mamma is so sick and must lie so
very still. Perhaps we may understand if
we glance over his shoulder as he reads, for
the hundredth time, the letter taken from
Lisette's hand as he picked her up from
the field that night. 1t reads;
To His Highnesa the Duke Of NJ.
l / love you TOO well to curse your lie WIN my
/ presence. / should have compelled you TO re-
turn without me-yes, should have killed my
i self before marrying you had it not been for
| Little Iisette Perhaps have done wrong TO
allow you to blight your name, even for her
sake, but the temptation was too great. She is
sweet and beautiful, and you will surely learn
| 70 love her. You could never learn TO love me,
| | should always be q shame and reproach 10
/ you. Do not waste a regret on me. am un'
l worthy of Il. You never brought me anything
/ but good, for I should never have known love
| il had not known you. Oh, il l could only
| have one word of love from your lips before
diel But / cannot. That, and leaving my
precious Little Iisette, are tho only hard thing
about dying-for love you SO much that it il
easy for me 10 die that you may never have q
blush because Of my presence at your side
II what have done for Little Lisetse's sak
Is wrong may God forgive me. and for his SAX
| and for pity OF me do no let it set your hear
against the child. Goodby foreverl
LrsErrE
The marriage kisses which his highnes
could not give his bride at the marriag
are scattered through their welded life
Iisette'si passionate love for her HUSBAND
and her native intelligence and social tac
enabled her to put far behind her the thing
Of her youth, and many noble duke ha
less occasion to be proud of his wife an
child than his highness, the Man OF tn
Cloth.-Buffalo News.