Lewiston teller. [volume] (Lewiston, North Idaho) 1878-1900, 1891-04-02

She flushed hotly, then glanced at
the dark handsome face beside her
with disdain in her own eyes that
angered him more than her words
"If you think fit to arraign my SYM
puthies. monsieur, think | had bet
ter retire
Wait" he said, impeiatiyely. "By |
heavens. | will know the truth of
this matter. Do you love this man.
She sprung away from his detain-
ing grasp and faced him with an in
dignation that reused his admiration
TO fever point. She looked so lovely.
thus, with her spirited head so proudly
raised, her soft eyes brilliant in their
anger, her hands clasped on her heav
| ing bosom, as if to stay its stormy
signs.
IL shall not answer you. What
right have you to question me thus?'
He laughed aloud.
| 1.-The right Of my own love for you.
ma belle. You need not pretend sur
prise. You know | love you as well
as you know that the stars shine yon-
DER
81 am sorry to hear it."
"Why?n he asked passionately. "1t
cannot be that YOU have no tenderness,
no sympathy for me. Listen, l could
make you so happy. You should be as
a sovereign in your wealth and beauty
and omnipotence. All the treas
ures of the world 1 would
pour at your feet. Your
life should be as dream of de-
light on a summers day. Its hours
winged by love and set to the music
of endless enjoyment. Poverty, sad
ness discomfort, should never touch
you. Your name should mean to
every mans ears all that is beautiful,
imperious. celebrated. Every desire
and caprice of your heart should be
gratified, and all l ask in return is
your love-
Her laugh rang out on the midnight
stiffness. clear, mocking, derisive.
Have you said all? | thought
only God was omnipotent The things
that you promise are not in the power
of any mortal to bestow."
"They are in the power of love-"
For a moment her face softened, her
thoughts went back to that blissful
week when the music of one voice had
TRANSPORTED her whole life with joy,
r when the language love had spoken
, from eyes in whose gaze she could
!, never again read its mute and pas
, sionate eloquence. She shook like q
leaf where she stood, with the flame
, of the yellow lamplight on her light
hair and soft flowing dress.
He gazed at her, and reading the
, softening face, the lustrous eyes, BY
the light of his own desires, he came
nearer once more.
t ''Say the word, my beautiful, and
o am your slave forever"
d 1.-The word-what word?"
e That you will be mine; that yol
e love me-"
!. ''Love you!' she laughed scornfully
S ''you! why l have never even though
l. of you.'
l. by heaven, but you shall.' h
It shouted fiercely, as he drew her int
O his arms in the delirium and abandon
Vt ment of the passion that her scorl
,e only dashed to greater intensity, t
% hotter pursuit. She wrested hersel
@ from his grasp and flew to the door,
p 'sThis is the second time you hay
Is insulted me, Herr Won Brandstein,
10 she said at shall be the last"
j. And ere he could stay her she wa
~ gone.
Sc An instant after Leon Monprat er
I'd tered. His face was pale and trouble
n his manner nervous and apologize.
n, II fear you are but a rough love
at mein Herr" he said deprecatingl,
It. 'you have frightened Ninette out
her senses"
Leopold Won Brandstein drew dec
RS breath. His face was still flushed
on his eyes dark with the mingled EN-
ID tions that swept through his undise
at plined heart. He felt furious with he
N. enraged with himself, in that he h,
SO far forgotten the tact and courte
i'll with which he had resolved to WI
he her, and which had never failed hi
he SO utterly before, An imprecation #
from his lips now, that startled
eel hearer. Batfed passion, furious je;
AK ousy alone ragged within him. He fl
100 got all else.
his "Hark you, Monprat." he sa
nd ''win her l will! The more diffic'
the conquest the stronger my det'
mination TO make it. You pro-
the ised to aid me--see that you do. Y
zig. know you are in my power. A VIC
ul, from me and you will be a beggar
mel morrow. My infatuation for this G
the surprises even myself. l will ma
her my wife even, that l may be I
more certain of her."
"Your wife!" fell from the astoni
ed lips OF Leon Monprnt.
,,a, "Yes-I would do even that.
who have held up matrimony a.
n. social bugbear all my life long.
aid matters not what obstacle lie in