The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1892-03-10

nv life, while he-what did he risk
Perhaps only . word of handwriting.
Meantime Julien tried to find ou'
what had become of the Prince d.
Kermornaa He learned only the fac'
that he was dead. But when he Ro'
this news Julien's spirit seemed TO suf
fer new influence From his breas'
came . labored sigh. which was like Z
reprosch to Destiny.
SHOW, there was q man who wa,
really goodr'
Disgusted with life. suicide appeared
TO Julien like . beneicent temptress
but hatred calls for vengeance, and hi
death would not have avenged him fol
having lived.
What should he do? Return TO the
paternal roof? Never.
His young sister was still At home
But she would not know him, he haG
been % long away.
Quite wretched he wandered about
Paris for . time, his Bohemian in
stincts getting the uppermost, trying
to pick up . living. lie remembered
that he had once played the violin, and
by exercising his art now in q cafe
concert, now in . circus, or some small
theater. he managed to exc out an ex
istence, somewhat irregular, but in
which he found a certain charm.
Some years flowed by; he had no &C
count of himself to give-wretched OF
rox ,rk~t Ala IL xo,ttax9
Scepticsl and blsse, he resembled q
harmless insect, the delicate tentacle,
of which have been singed. he knew
nothing of moral joys, and so sought
after others with avidity. But satiet,
soos csms. and he found himself alone
With his desires and regrets.
This was doubtless due to the way he
bad entered life. A II could never
blossom, his soul had folded in upon
itself. and from his heart had been
swept every generous sentiment leaving
instead profound selAshnesS
There are no honest women" he
used to say with sstanical laugh.
One evening, In spring, wandering
alone, more sembrs and preoccupied
than usual, he entered one Of those
streets to which the gas seems to give
its light grudgingly. In a corner a
young girl was We ping. She had q
little parcel in her hand, and on her
head an old-fashioned, faded hsndker-
wealth Of blonde hair, sparkling and
delicaUe. She tad small hands and her
tiny feet were neatly shod with shoes
once of fine quality. This mysterious
creature attracted Julien's attention.
What is the matter, my pretty
child?" he ventered to say.
The girl raised her head without an
swering and showed q young and deli
eious face. Her eyes were filled with
tears, and seemed to implore Julien's
pity.
Don't cry So" he said, trying to
make his tones as seductive as posi-
bic. Tell me your trouble; perhaps
! can help you"
''Oh, no. monsieur; impossiblep'
'Impossible7 And why?"
~ don't know you. What can / tell
you? That my brother has put me out
Of the house to- night, and told me not
to come back! You know nv big
brother, he who has been in Paris so
long. When came from the country
/ was given into his care, and now he
won't shelter me any longer. o, how
unhappy ann
And the poor child sobbed.
Follow me, my child, you cannot
stay there. shall be of some use to
you Come; I must try to cor-nle you,
and tomorrow perhaps your brothers
anger will have passed. Will you
Gomez"
He took her hand and drew her gent
ly toward him. She did not try 70 re-
sist, 50 sstonished, so Joyous was she to
find herself no longer alone in the
world.
s'You are very good, sir. God will
reward you. As for myself, have moth
ing"
And she showed him an empty purse.
When they reached Julien's lodgings
they were deep in conversation He
hsstsned TO divide his modest repast
with his pretty companion, who
watched him with grateful air.
1--WE have shared like brethren, +" said
Julien. Il offered you my supper
eayly, / offer my home in the same
spirit"
81 am confused, monsieur: how can
ever repay all that You have done for
me?'
do not speak of repayment" said
Julien. He hesitated an instant-over-
come by respect for innocence, but he
did not resist long, and setting aside all
scruples, suddenly he said:
what is thy name, love of my life?"
What? thought the girl: he says thee
and thou to me? But he is good-there
can be no offence in that, and she an
swered, trembling:
Rose, monsieur
Call me no longer monsieur, my
little Rose. Call me Julien who loves
thee, and henceforth will live for thee
aloner'
When Julien was preparing to leave
for rehearsal at his theater next day,
he addressed Rose, and already assumed
the tone of the master.
Have dinner served when l return,
Rose. and, Rose Won must take care Of