The morning call., 1892-02-14
PRETTY MANBTTES
LOVE AFFAIR.
How a Peasant Girl Declined Partisan
GallanfY.
Jealousy and Desperation Manet.s's Resolve.
The Partisan Moved to Tears-An Obsti-
nate Father-Happy Denousment.
Ereeial fer The SUNDAY uAzr.
Monsieur is served. "

| than a comedy soubrette, pirouetted and
| gained the kitchen, while upon the table the
soup was smoking, an excellent cabbage
soup. the strong odor Of which poured forth
| like incense from censor.
The young man, standing at the window
fringed with white clusters Of jasmine, said
THANK you" without turning his head,
| still in a Tevery.
a big section of gloomy walls doomed up
| few meters from there. 1t was the right
( wing Of his chateau of Bois-Roger; and he
| was thinking of magnifeently restoring that
ruin for the daughter of his steward, Gan-
| deloup, that Manette with velvety eyes
! whom he wished to wed. All! no one yet
| suspected this mad project. neither could
| any one thwaTt it. lie was an orphan. His
| desire to possess Manette excited him, but
! nevertheless he was still struggling. A
| millionaire, a man Of the world and titled
| besides, and yet offer a little peasant girl
| his name in order TO win her, why it was
| extravaRant beyond all measure. But Rene
/ de Byeune was in love.
Chance is often our master. Rene de
| Byenne had unexpectedly inherited the
| chateau Of Bots Roger the preceding year.
} He was at first on the point OF selling his
property without having seen 1t. The bar
! gain was not concluded. lie then took the
fancy to visit it, and found there as its sole
guardians, living m obesity. Prosper Candle
loup and his daughter Manette, who had be-
come his servants.
PLAYING WITH FIRE.
Manette was too pretty not to attract the
attention of the young Partisan, keen con-
n0iSseUr. He was gallant without success,
stuck to the game, played recklessly with
fire, fell in love without knowing it. that is
to say. head over heels, and returned to
Paris at the expiration OF fifteen days.
1t was soon a perfect mania. The image
Of Mauette haunted him he struggled
against il, but no remedies succeeded In
curing him; no diversions even could make
him forget the beautiful girl. He escaped
from Paris, made under various pretexts
| flying trips to Bois-R0ger, wildgOOse chases
from which each time he returned more in
| love and more somber than ever.
Again he had arrived. Nothing was
changed. His chateau still remained IN
| inhabitable. He had asked hospitality of
his steward He diDed at his house.
Manette waited Cd the table and. that day as
| the day before, received all his attentions
! with the same indifference.
Meanwhile, upon the table the soup was
smoking, an excellent cabbage soup, the
! strong Odor Of which poured forth like in
! cense from censor.
The steward came in.
Monsieur is servedY repeated Manette,
| who had returned
The two men sat down at the table. The
| young girl. as usual refused to Join them,
! perSisting in filling exclusively her role Of
| servant This exasperated Rene. Once
! again he threw into his glance and his voice
/ the full force Of passionate caresS. lis
pOlitenPss was exquisite, unheard Of and
totally n ntQpa ifa fpFpOt the niS
and seemed to lose his head; but Manette,
! like a well-tTaned domestic, remained blind
and deaf TO everything which did not con-
! Germ her duties
! Nevertheless she gave a start when Rene
! spoke of going when the moon rose that
! night to the hunting shelter at the pond of
/ the Tr0s- Ormes; she confessed that the
/ key of the two gates giving access to that
reserved portion OF the park was lost and
| that the locb smith had not yet delivered the
new one which had been ordered.
SECRET MEETING.
This vexed Rene, and in the evening, after
| dinner, while strolling in a melancholy
! fashion through the wood belonging to his
| domain, he felt desire to see again on that
| beautiful night, in which sparkled a soft
| and pale lunar brightness, the pond all
! bOrdered with willows, beside which IL was
| so pleasant to dream. BY the aid Of tree,
! the branches of which, like huge arms,
! stretched over the top OF the wall, he let
! himself fan into the high grass, amid which
| a whole nation Of frogs was croaking.
Seated at the entrance OF a natural arboF
/ made Of willows, the weeping tresses OF
! which fell IN an arch of fine foliage, Rene
| de Byenne Abandoned himself to love dream
! ing. The poetry of the spot and the hour
| Gained him, poured into his heart unspeaka-
| bic tenderness and melted him 10 devotion
and sacrifice. All! if Manette were only
there he certainly would make her love him
! by simply taking her hand and telling her
| the very sweet things he felt.
Just then a shadow came Fastening to-
ward him with graceful movements. Ohi
/ illusions of the night and of his soul! 1t
was Manette - that phantom which rad
emerged from his BRAIN But no. he was
| not dreaming. it was she eTself passing
close TO him, 90 close that she almost
! touched him, her bosom painting. Without
| doubt she had followed him and was search
| ing for him. He cried "Nanettew She did
! not hear Already she had hunted among
| the ivy. found the lost key there and opened
/ the gate leading to the road without.
A man entered.
ANGER AND JEALOUSY.
A fit of anger and jealousy seized upon
/ Rene. While he, poor ina0ceut, had been
astonished at and admired the purity of
that girl t0rturing his heart in mute suffer
| ing, she was abandoning herself in the star
light to the earesses of another lover.
OH to kill that man and upbraid the
other.
| They advanced. He awaited them. with
the blood rushing to his temples and eyes
| blazing like those of a wild beast ready to
cap upon its prey. Nothing human was
left in him, nothing but mad rage and in
stincts let loose.
| As sad as q song in the distance Manette'S
| voice uttered these words:
IL am unhappy, my friend, for you say
| things 30 me which wound me. You do not
| know how / have had to lie In order 20 be
| able to meet you here this evening. For
you / have betrayed the confidence Of my
| kind father and deceived NJ. de Byenne,
who would have the right to discharge us if
he knew the truth. For you | have done
| all that, and how ashamed l should be il |
| did not love you. Yet you are Jealous
| why?'
Rene heard nothing further and lost sight
| of them in the darkness But his anger had
| abated. Kindness had triumphed He
| saw, not without sadness, bat without
! hatred. the lovers reappear. Of accord now,
leaning one up0n the other, and walking
| slowly, but no longer talking.
Very near him the young girl halted and.
facing the young man, placed both her
hands upon his shoulders.
If my father refuses again said she,
then"
'Then what Manette?"
She picked up pebble.
"Look, my belOvedl"
THAT WILL BE MY GRAVE"
She cast the pebble into the pond
There. where the open waters slept with
out a wrinkle, was heard hollow sound
which the echoes of the wood repeated
! then came luminous splash and an undu-
| lation of moving, multiplied circles.
The lovers. motionless and grave. held
| each other by the hand.
The pond soon resumed its original i'm
| mobility amid tho silence of nature.
IF my father again refuses his consent
to our marriage, that will be nv gravei1
said Manette, stretching forth her arm.
Il shall Tejoin that stone. The water will
be disturbed for an instant-not long
and all will be over. l will be dead. NV
beloved"
The beloved, frightened, took the be-
| trothpd Of his heart in his arms aud Iar r.