The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-07-08


Of life and Its troubles, never Of e,ch other.n
$50 you think now, while this fancy of
yours has all the gloss Of freshness. But
you will weary Of her, She ispretty enough,
grant you; lovely, II you Ike; but her face
has no more expression than June lily; |
and you, who have mlnd. full OF force and |
fire, must weary Of such placid lnanity, Do |
you think do not know you'll who have i
heard you talk in the days gone by-I who
was your corUid1nte when you were PENN. |
less and unknown You are beginning 10
be famous now. You sign your articles and /
men talk about them and about the writer. |
You are pointed at In the street. But ad.
mired you, believed In you when you
were nobody"
"Youwere alwaysvery amiable, cltoy enne,
and l hope l did not prove myself unworthy
of your esteem" said Caster, with cere-
mOniOus bow.
He had an idea that a storm was coming
and he wanted to ward off the lightning II
possible, by taking things easily.
you proved yourself a seducer and
liarW she answered savagely her splendid
eyes flaming as she looked at him, one red
spot on either cheek, like burning coal,
her white lips qulverlng,
She had given herself over to the rule OF
her passionate nature In this new period of
tumult and uncertainty, time when all the
old boundaries seemed to DO swept away,
the foodgates of passion opened. A queen,
goddess, In her chosen circle, she had
come to think herself being bound by no
law, possessing the divine right of beauty
and wit free to pour out her love or her
venom upon whom she would; and to-day
Fate had brought her face to face with the
man to whom she had given the impasslOn-
ed love Of her too fervid nature, for whose
sake she had been, and must ever be, marble
to every other lover.
"You are mad" he said quietly, land
your words are the words Of q madwOman."
"They are true words. Seducer-for you
seduced me into loving you--yes, as few
men have ever been loved, as few women
know how to love. Seducerl yes. Your
every word, your every look, meant seduc.
ton, in those dear days when you and l
wandered homewards In the midnight and
moonlight, and loltered on the bridge or on
| the quay, and drank each others whispers,
and looked into each others eyes, and our
hands trembled as they touched. Liar for
though yOunever declared yourself my lover,
all your words were stoepedn love. When
we have sat together, side by side In the
theatre, my head leaning against your
shoulder, our hands Clasped as we drew
nearer to each ether, feeling as II we were
q zone in the darkenod house what need of
words then TO promise love? Your every
look, your every touch, was promise; and
all those Promises you broke when you
deserted me fer your new fancy; and by
every touch Of your hand, by every look In
your eyes | charge you with having
promised me your lifelong love, charge
you with having lied to meW
There was no doubt as to the reality Of
her feeling, the intensity Of her sense Of
wrong done 10 her in those dayso the past
Castor stood before her, downcast and con-
solence-s,rlcken.
Yea II passionate looks and tender clasp
ings of tremulous hands meant anything, he
had so far pledged his faAh-he was In so
much n liar. His bOyish fancy had been
caught by this southern beauty, by this pas.
si0nate nature, which made an atmosphere
Of warmth around 1t, and gave to the calm
moonbeams of Partisan midnight the SO.
duclng softness Of the tOrrid zone. He had
been drawn 10 her In those m0onlit hours as
young hearts are drawn together under the
southern cross; and then came morning and
worldly wisdom and the sense OF his own
dignity; and he told himself, with half
guilty feeling, that those looks and whispers
on the moonlt quay meant nothing. A pref
ty woman who kepta popular Cremerie mus
have admirers by the score; and when she
was not being escorted TO the Porte ST. Mar.
tin by him, was doubtless tripping as lightly
to the Chateau d Eau with somebody else.
These were the dnlOiIrs pGSSdgeres OF
youth, which count for nothing In the sum
Of a mans life.
Then came the new and bctterlove. Kath.
lean's fair young face became the pOle-star
Of his destiny; and from that hour he held
himself aloof from Suzon Michel. And now
she came upon hn, like aguIlty conscience
and charged him with having lied to her.
81 am very sorry thai you should have
taken our friendship so seriously" he sad
quietly. II thought that | was only ont
among your many admirers that you had
such lovers as by the score. So pretty {
woman could not fail TO attract suffers"
~ had admirers, as you say, by the score
but not one for whom | cared, not one upor
whose breast my head ever rested as II lay
on yours that night at the street-corner
when you kissed me for the first-last-tme
II was within a week OF that kiss you
abandoned me forever"
"A foolish kiss" said CASTOR, again try
ing TO take things lightly; "but those eyer
Of yours had magical influence In The
lampllght. My dear soul, we were only
children, straying little way along flow
cry path which leads TO q wood full OF wllC
beasts and all manner Of horrors. WHY
make fuss about II, since we Stopped II
good time, and never went into the woOdP'
This was kind OF argument hardly cal
culated to pacify Jealous woman. SuzoI
took no notice Of II.
"What was she better than I-that fai
haired Irish grl-that you should forsak,
me TO marry herP"
why mako unAattsring comparisons?
only know that frOm hohour first saw he
/ lived new LIE. You were charming, Blu
you belonged TO the Old life; and so wa
obliged TO sing the old song:
"Adieu, paniers, vendangers Gont faiteSi"
"CCstcd. You threw me aside asii ha'
been an empty basket after the vintage
|: But the vintage Is not ever yet, or Ut leas
the wine has still to BIO made, aud know
, whatcolO II will be-"
"Indeedp he said gally, rolling up
cigarette.
His watch was Just expiring; and even
It were not, the discipline on the walls wa
, not severe.
1T will be red, red, red-the color o