The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-06-17
ASTORY OF BLOOD.
III ". T. Eman1on
CHAPTER m.-coNrINUEp.


ireland. They were educated in = convent
near Bruges. They are young ladies, piouS,
Well-conducted, although they work for
their daily bread. Durand, my nelghbor,
the young cablnet-maker Is over head and
ears In love with the elder sister and think
there viii DO marriage before long, -
"Durandl What the sturdy broad-shoul-
dered youth at No. Z, who whistles and sings
90 loud as he goes In and QUIT"
ayes; fine frank nature"
''Nolsy enough, in all conscience" said
Castor; and he went on to get his break
fast.
He was in no humor for conversation this
morning, and SuzOn Mlchel's prattle bored
him. He read, or seemed to be reading, the
Figaro while she was talking-a rudeness
which CALLED the widow.
"Do you know those two young ladies In
the Rue Git le Ceur, the house | live
inP" he asked presently, without looking up
from his paper
'Young ladiesP' echoed Suzon contempt
uousy. "A gentleman may live In the Rue
Git 10 CeuE, gentleman may live any
where, that Is understood; but young ladies
that Is too muchl l know two girls who
work for the artificial aower-maker on the
Boulevard ST. German"
'They are ladies by birth and education,
/ am told"
"They are stuch-up minxes; and although
that young one has come to my shop every
day for tho last six years she does not think
me worthy VI I've minutes conversation;
little nod and "BOnj0ur, madame" and
she's out of my shop as II she thought the
place polluted hey."
"She Is shy, perhaps" said CASTOR. VI
should not think she could be proud"
Suzon looked at him sharply with those
flashing eyes OF hers-Rne eyes, full, black,
luminous but not altogether beautiful.
"What does monsieur know Of this young
person that he Is so ready to answer for her"
she asked, with hooking air.
Very little l passed her in the street
juet now. doubt II ever saw her till that
moment, though we live In the same house.
Some faces can be read at a glance. In hers
/ saw purity, sweetness, truth, simplicity"
my faithl You are skillful at reading
faces" retorted Madame Michel; "but 1t Is
easy to see virtues Of that kind In pretty
woman. Had Mamselle Hara been ugly
you would not have discovered half these
qualities In her face"
"They might have been there, perhaps;
but own should not have looked so keen
ly. She is the image of Greuze in the
Louvre. You know the picture in the
LouvreP'
mot much" said Suzon, with careless
ahrug,
why you go there nearly every Sunday
afternoon"
"True; but go to look at the people, not
the pictures"
CASTOR paid for his breakfast, and strolled
on to his newspaper-ofilce, thinking that
Suz0n grew more vulgar every day. lie
was vexed with himself for having allowed
her to establish kind OF friendship with
him. Shell the keeper of q milk shop!
''And to think that come from one OF the
best families In Brittany" he said to him
self. "Well, have thrown my lot in with
the people, have made myself their adj
Vocate; have asserted the equal rights Of
man. Ought to feel offended II milk wO
man treats me as her friend? A handsome
woman, too; bright, agreeable, not without
intleligence,and full Of strong feeling. Pool
little SuzOnW
Poor little Suzon CASTOR began to lesser
his visits to the cremerte He took cup o.
coffee In the garnet, and went straight tC
his days work. He was too busy to break
fast In the old lelsurely manner, he t0lC
Madame Michel, when she reproached hin
with this falling off from the old ways.
"Have done anything to offend yOuP' shl
asked, looking at him with eyes which tool
new beauty, softened by sadness.
"Offend me, dear Madame Mchell Blu
assuredly not. You are all that is good
But am working hard just now. 1t doe
not do for q man to saunter through life,
;be always a triner. l have good deal I
do for the paper; and spend an hour Q
two every day at the Imperial Library"
IF you are getting learned man | sha
see no more of you,' sighed the widow
"You will not be able to endure my ignoral
chatter"
"Gaiety Of heart Is delightful at all times
said CASTOR.
~ begin to think that monsieur must |
writing verses, he has grown so grave ar
silent" remarked Suzon.
And then they parted, with ceremonio'
,pollteness on his side, with keen scrutlr
and suspicion on hers.
Monsieur was not writing verses, but
was living poem. Maman Schubert Il
good-natured busybody Of the Rue Git
'C@ur, had planned little tea-party-unt
a pAngldtse-and had invited the ty
O'Hara glrls-known in their little circle
the Demoiselles Hara, since the was :
much for q Partisan mouth-and Philip d
rand, the cabinet-maker, an honest young II
low, a thorough workman and artist, in
very artistic trade, and prominent memb
Of the work mem syndicate ;and the cabin
makers syndicate ranks high among the
.cieties of French workmen. So far the par
consisted Of old friends, since good MadaT
Schubert had been almost as mother to
girls whom she had seen arrive In the Rue
10 Ceur, dustyand Notwithstanding, on
evening of their entry into Paris, and Phi
had been Roses devoted lover for the Ii
three years, haunting her like her shadow
she went to and from her work in the eal
mornings when Paris was being swept a
garnished, in the dusky evenings when
million lamps were being lighted. Ne'
was there more unselish, more pate
woOer. Rose had been hard with him; RI
had kept him at arms length. She ne'
meant to marry. She had her mission
life; and that mission was to take care
Kathleen.
"Will you be less able to guard her WI
you have strong man to help you9" ash
Philip. "Do you suppose shall grudge
aroom in our lodgings, place at tai
She will be my sister as much as yours, {
as dear to me as to you"
"That Cannot be- She Is more than