The morning call., 1891-10-25
LA BELLE CoOUETTE.

Have cigar and sit down, my boy.
You've come for quiet chat
Well, the fires dying, the embers glow,
And It's just the time for that,
Here take this chair why, what's that dropped
Oh, tits but faded rose.
Don't laugh, old boy, for it's death to me,
Though you think me fool, suppose.
Tell you the story? welI--yes-I VIII.
If you'll promise me not to chaf,
For 1t means tale OF lie and death,
And it will not stand laugh.
1t was down by the old Atlantic's shore.
Where the misty winds blow,
That IN ct my fate in laughing face,
Only two short years ago.
She was gay, she was bright and beautiful;
She could sing and hirt aud dance,
And many man would have sold bis soul
i o her for one tender glance.
She could manage boat with perfect skill
In short, was the seasons net;
The life OF that gay old watering place,
Ana we called her " La Belle Uoquette."
All, many heart was laid at her feet,
And mine among the rest
But all that l have is this wthered rose,
Which once her white neck caTessed.
thought while flowed she was but firt.
But found out all too late
That heart beat under her pretty nays,
Too strong to be moved by fate.
La Belle Coquette, she toasted and sung,
AS La ellie COquette she reigned,
And never beauty petted more
Or hand more hearts detained.
She kind to all, but she cared for none,
AT least that what thought:
While We fancied all had an equal chance
For what was SO eagerly sought.
But I'm dwelling too much minor things.
And dreading to meet the end,
COwardly am i? well, maybe It's true,
But you were never her - friend
Wen. one day there came up fearful storm;
How the Old Atlantic raged
The white-capped breakers came laundering In
And shrieked like demons uncaged.
We were all in the hotel parInr there,
And song, Jest and laugh RAJ high;
But sat apart with La Belle Coquette,
And we watched the wild day die
She had been very kind 10 me all day,
Tog ether we'd watched the storm,
On the wave-swept beach, while the others rallied,
And my brightest hoIes seemed warm.
AS we sat in the window, speaking low,
We heard a voice say outside,
young Harry lie Moyne is out in his boat
And his mothers almost wild"
Then over the face OF the girl loved
There came the white hue OF DEATH
And her eyes grew large with dun despair
And she almost gasped for breath.
One moment she sat, and then as l turned
hat my face might not betray
That knew the secret she long had hid,
She quietly slipped away.
But I sat and thought with an aching heart
or what had been made so plain,
That the love l would have ed for was given
Where 'twOuld only bring her pain.
For young Harry lie Moyne was proud and poor.
And had brought his mother there
That her fast failing health might reap some good
From the crispy salt sea air.
And he never addresse our petted queen,
Save chance word now and then,
And waltz, when he deigned to grace the hall
And outshine all other men,
All we'll, he was handsome and young, but poor,
Aud so he wonld never dare
Aspire to the hand OF La Belle Coquette,
And maybe he did not care.
1 sadly looked out on the raging sea;
Old boy, can see It yet;
For the sight long live
can never, never forget.
Cut on that waste OF tempestuous waves
l could see tiny boat,
Rising and falling with each giant swell,
And the only thing afioat
And there at the rudder, erect and tall,
saw, In a welI-known gown,
La Belle Coquette-yes the sirl that owed
With her bright hair streaming down.
rushed from the room to die with her there,
But n as, she loved me not;
And thought OF my poor old dad, whose life
Without me would be blot.
knew II was useless to try to save,
SO l watched her sail away,
While my heart sank under the stormy sea,
Where It waits the judgment day
And there she lies with young Harry Le Noyne.
Whom she could not love in life,
way down IN the depths of the cool sea caves,
While l, who loved, face the strife.
And never hear the east wind howl
but hear the wild waves too:
And never can look the smiling sea
For what's meath Its waters blue
That's all, Old boy, and the fires dead
And you're silent, too, see;
Here. take cigar-never mind
For the past must rest with
October. 1891 BEATRICE DI LUNA.