The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-05-20

spirits. Sunday dances at these gardens are
sacred to the people. There Is very little
admixture OF the demt-mOnde on a Sunday
evening; the clerk and the cOunter-jumper,
the little Industries Of Paris, have the field
to themselves.
The Journalist and his falr-haired sweet.
heart did not reappear in the quadrille.
They were saunterlng side by side in the
shadowy walks hearing the joyous music
vaguely; for the lowest whisper of lovers
voice has more power on the listening ear
of love than the loudest orchestra that ever
crashed and jingled in the music Of 0rPieo
altr Enters or the Grande DucIeSSe.
"Why should Rose doom us to wait?"
pleaded the journalist, bending his dark
ardent eyes on the fair sweet face beside
him. "What does poverty matter, II we
are true to each other and strong to conquer
fortune, as we are, Kathleen? We can bear
few privatlons in the present, knowing
that Fate will be kinder in the future.
have won o shred Of reputation already,
though wri e for such wretched rag Of a
paper that l can earn very little money; but
| fame will come and money will follow be-
fore we are ten years older At my ago
| Balzac was no richer than am"
81 am not afraid of poverty" answered
the girl gently "Why should | fear what
have known all my life? Rose and have
always been poor; but we have always been
happy; except once when she had the fever.
All, that was heart-breakngl No money
to pay doctor, no money for wine or fruit
or fuel, no money for the rent, and the dead
ly fear Of being turned out Of our lodging
while she lay helpless and unconscious on
her bed. No prospectbu the hospital. Yes,
those were dark days. l almost enyied the
rich"
Almost ehyled, my angel? am made
Of different stuff and hate and envy
them at all times. That hatred gives bitter
ness to my pen--rancor, acldity, all the
qualities our Parsians love. 1t Is my chief
stock-n-trade. could not live without 1t. !"
"Ah, you feel the sting of poverty moro
than lido, because you come Of a race that
was once rich, family that was once
noble"
yes; l come OF a decayed race-worn
out, effete, passed by In the press and hurry
of commercial age. That Is why hate
the insolent TOtltrter brood that have bat
tened in the sunshine of imperial favor; the
stockholders and gamblers, corrupt to the
core, and swelling with pride In their dirty
gold My grandfather was gentleman and
asodier; he fought for his king till the last
ray Of hope had faded. And when his faith
full little band Of ChOuans were scattered or
slain, and he had escaped by the skin Of his
teeth from being shot down by the Blues,
he shut himself up in the old stone tower of
his chateau, and lived among peasants, as
peasants live, and let his son and daughter
run wild. My father was very little in adj
vance Of his fathers farm-laborers In educa-
ton OF manners, when he entered the army,
lad of fifteen, soon after the restoration of
the BourbOns. But he was one Of the hand
soonest men Of his day. He had good blood
In his veins; and 1t seems somehow that
race will tell, for twenty years later he was
one Of the finest soldiers In the French army.
He married rich wife, loved her passion
ately, spent all her money, ruined her life,
and died broken-hearted and q pauper with
In year OF her death, leaving me to face
the world, penniless, and with very few
| friends, at twelve years OF age. The Empire
was then in its golden dawn. One Of my
first memories Is of the Coup d'Etat, tina
awful night of tho second Of December
when the bullets whlstled along the Boule
ward Poissonnlere like the hallstones In {
summer storm, and the terrified wondering
bourgeois were mown down like ears O.
corn. Ny father was at the head OF hi
regiment that night; and my mother and
were looking down upon the scene from on
apartment at u corner Of the boulevard
Two years later was an orphan"
20, what hard childhood and youth yol
must have hadp said Kathleen, full of pity
mot harder than yours, little one, 70,
and the sister have not had too much of tn
sunshine of life, take It,"
mo; but we have always been together
We have faced the storm side by side; o
perhaps ought to say that Rose has facet
it bravely by herself and sheltered me. Blu
you have been quite alone-no brother, n
sister"
mot creature Of my own flesh an
blood" answere MOrtemar. "If 1t hadno
been for bluff old brOther-Oillcer Of m
fathers must have starved, or been brough
up on state charity. He got me q pension
lust enough to pay my schooling in q hun
BILE way, from the Emperor, in considers
ton of my fathers services on the secon
of December, but this allowance was I
cease when was eighteen. The influence
OF my fathers old friend got me accepted {
one Of the finest schools near Paris, tn
school kept by the Dominican Fathers s
Arcueil, where was educated at third {
the pension paid for the other pupils, by tn
beneyo,ence of the Prior who pitied m
desolate position. Here remained till m
eighteenth birthday; and l ought to be
better man than l am after the care an
kindness those good monks lavished upo
me. When left school the good old frlen
was dead, and from that time have had
live -somehOw-by my own labor Of hea
, or hands. believe 1t Is considered the fine
; training for youth; but II is hard, and
, harlens the heart and the mind Of man
HAS 1t hardened your heart, Gastoni
asked the girl, drawing little closer to hi
. In the dim starlit avenue.
ITO all the wOrld-except to YOU"
. And now, at turn Of the leafy path, the
. came suddenly face to face with anoth
' couple-a stalWart broad-shouldered man
: about thirty, with a tall Eood-looklng you
woman upon his arm-at sight Of who
Kathleen exclaimed lovingly
5 "Rose, where have Philip ad nyou be
0 hiding all the EVENING"
1--WE have been looking on at the dance
Kathleen" answered Rose; land now
l. think 1t is time we all went home"
y $50 soonp cried Kathleen.
at has struck the three-Quarters after Il
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