Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1892-02-11
HER WAY.

"You seem sad this evening"" said
Madame Emile Tifaine to her friend,
Jeanne d 'Entral, and 20 have eyes red
dened from weeping, amid the illumina-
tons Of a ball. i, to say the least, to have
badly chosen ones moment.
Emile | am tired of struggling to be
loved. All! | am INDECENT! | long to be
adored without my having to make an eff
fort to keep and perpetuate that love.
Seated on a tete tete sofa languid and
with half-closed eyes, her face In the
changing shadows of her fan Jeanne En.
trail had disiIlusiOned attitude, and from
her lips came soft murmur of tired
words.
my DEAR" replied Madame Tifaine,
you are frightfully exacting. Your hus
band finds you charming and shows it at
each instant. He endures your calrices,
shows touching fidelity and yet you COM
plain! Or what do you complaint"
My husband? He is the most iucon-
sistent man in the world"
who will you make believe that"
1T makes no difference to me whether
1t IS believed or not?"
He decelves yOu?"
yes
'He has mistresses?"
'innumerable.'
And you know them?"
Better than he knows them himself -
Jeanne, you are making fun of me-
Emile, before a week has gone by you
will have seen them ALL"
But, then, that man is detestable
creature" exclaimed Madame Tifaine.
No, /" said Jeanne 4 Entral with a sub
tie smile, 'he is simply a man."
She rose and pa sed amid the brilliant
assemblage, her shoulders bare and white
In the dazzling light, which set sparkling
her jewels of diamonds and pearls, in a
costume whose richness and exquisite tint
royalty enhanced her beauty. As she
passed, sue was followed by long mur-
muir OF earessing, deferentiaI admiration,
and when she danced, she seemed to carry
away In the circle described by her trail
ing robe the dust Of all the passions awak.
ened around her
An hour later, Nine. Emile Tifaine
met her, ensconced in a corner of the hot
house, her eyes beaming with tenderness
beneath the gaze of the Count d'Entral,
who plssionately kissed her hands.
''Well, " thought Nine. Tifaine. ''for
man who mas so many mistresses, he
makes love we'll to his wife
A few days after this evening. Jeanne
nut thoroughbred. to give a word of greet
ing to her friend Emile, who was driving
10 the Bots. The Count d'Entral accom-
panied his wife, correct and calm. Emile
could not help showing her establishment
at seeing Jeanne so maj9stically at ease on
spirited animal for she knew the in
stinctlve fear her friend had for horses.
She did not rail above all, to remark with
what elegance her habit was adjusted.
Then they separated
But ten minutes LATER as her carriage
traversed a shady road, where the branches
of the trees met overhead, Nine Tifaine
perceived through the shrubbery, in a
foot-path, Count d'Entra, who riding
near Jeanne, had lovingly thrown his
arms about her waist.
Decidedly thought she Jeanne is
grossly mistaken or Monsieur le Comte d.
Entral, is prime hypocrite."
my friend, you promised to show me
your husbands mistresses. You seem in
no hurry to redeem your promise. At
least name them to me. Do | know
them?"
Perhaps not at ALL" replied Jeanne
to this new investigation. 1T is true that
they are many" added she, smilingly.
You seem to take the matter very
gaiy p
There are days when they amuse mel
what strange little woman YOU are.
Then you don't love your husband?"
Il adore him.
And you tolerate-'
The best way to keep ones husband is,
after all, TO tolerate him as he Is"
You are scandalously indulgent >
You have not yet understood me
What we're you doing when ! came in.
for you re In curious toilet ? interrogated
Nine. Tifaine.
You see, exclaimed Jeanne, with a
ehlld's hearty laugh, Il was writing up
my books. y
Let me look" demanded Emile, seiz-
lngin Jeanne hands a copybook covered
with figures and writing. Are they
housekeeping accounts?"
YES, said Jeanne, "at the beginning
of the book; then in the middle my huS-
bands expenditures, and here at the end
especial accounts of the children. It is all
correct"
Madame Tifaine began smiling, as she
thought that Jeanne, in spite of her i'm.
meuse fortune, bored herself by such q
useless task. She studied her in moment
IL her bookk9eper's get up. Jeanne had
drawn black cambria sleeves over the pale
blue sleeves of her morning wrapper, anG
her hair. yet unbound, cut short on the
forehead, hDated over her shoulders like
thar OF a young girl.
You are delicious that way" sale
Emile.
80 much the better" answered
Jeaunue.
And as the Count 'Entral entered lust
then she showed hin her books and work
hA.,. :
his eyes
1t was ayear later that Nine Emile
Ilfalne, invited by letter, appeared ar 6
picturesque cottage by the seaside She
was much puzzled over the disappearance
OF the Count and Countess q Entral. Thai
couple that she had long believed, on TIE