Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1893-11-09

so you think now while this fancy
Of yours has all the gloss freshness
But you viii weary Of her She is
pretty enough, / grant you: lovely, if
you like; but her face has no more ex-
preston than June lily; and you
who have a mind full of force and fire,
must weary of such placid inanity
Do You think / do not know you'll
who have heard you talk in the days
gone BY who was your confidante
when you were pennileSs and unknown:
You are beginning to be famous now.
You sign your articles, and men talk
about them and about the writer You
are pointed at in the street But I
admired you, I believed in you when
you were nobody"
You We're always very amiabre,
cheyenne, and l hope I did not prove
myself unworthy of your esteem said
CASTOR, with Il ceremoniouS bow
He had an idea that a storm was
coming, and he wanted to ward off
the, lightning, if possible, by taking
things easily
You proved yourself a sedrcer and
Il liar!' she answered savagely, her
splendid eyes flaming as she looked
at him, one red spot on either cheek,
Ike a burning coal, her white Lips
quiyering.
| She had given herself over to the
rule of her passionate nature in this
new period Of tumult and uncertainty,
a time when all the old boundaries
seemed to be swept away, the flood
gates of passion opened. A queen, a
| goddess, in her chosen circle, she had
come to think herself a 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 today Fate had brought
her face to face with the man to whom
she had given the imprisoned 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 WoldS are the words Of IA mad
woman
''IIhey are true words. Seducer-fOr
| you sedIced me into loving you-yes,
as few men have ever been loved, as
few women know how to love. Sc
duceri yes. Your every word, your
every look, meant seduction, in those
dear days when you and l wandered
| hOmeWardS in the midnight and moon
light, and loitered on the bridge OF on
| the quay, and drauk each others
whispers, and looked into each others
| eyes, and our hands trembled as they
touched. Liar, for though you never
declared yourself my lover, all your
words were STEPPED in love. When we
have sat together, side by side in the
| theater, my head leaning against your
shoulder, our hands cIasped as we drew
nearer to each other, feeling as if we
were alone in the darkened house
what need of words then to promise
| love? Your every hook, your every
touch, was a promise; and all those
| promises you broke when you desert
ed Die for 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 mev'
There was no doubt as to the reality
! of her feeling, the intensity of her
sense Of wrong done to her in those
days of the past. CASTOR stood before
her, doWncast and conscience stricken.
Yes, if passionate looks and tender
claSpingS of tremulOuS hands meant
anything, he had so far pledged his
faith-he was in so much liar. His
bOyish fancy had been caught by
this southern beauty, by this passionate
nature, which made an atmosphere of
warmth around it, and gave to the
calm moonbea1ns of a Partisan mid
night the seducing softness of the
tOrrid one. He had been drawn to her
in those moonlit 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
a half-guilty feeling, that those looks
and whispers on the moOnlit quay
meant nothing. A pretty woman who
kept a popular cremerie must have
admirers by the score; and when she
was not being escorted to the Porte
ST. Martin by him, was doubtless trip
ping as lightly to the Chateau d'Eau
with somebody else.
These were amOurs passagereS of
youth, which count for nothing in
the sum of mans life.
Then came the new and better love
Kathleen'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 UP
on him, like a guilty conscience, and
charged him with having lied to her
II am very sorry that you should
have taken our friendship so serious
ly," he said quietly. Il thought that
[ was only one among your many ad
mirers-that you had such lovers as i
|, by the score. So pretty woman coulT
not fail to attract suitors."
81 had admirers, az you say, by the
score; but not one for whom / cared
not one unon whose breast my heat
!, ever rested as it lay on yours tina
night at the street-cOrner, when yol
kissed me for the first last-t1me
1t was within a week of that kiss yol
abandoned me forever"
"a foolish kiss" said Castor, agar
, trying to take things lightly; ''but thos'
: eyes of yours had a magical influence
. in the lamplight. My dear soul, W.
a were only children, straying ittl
I way along q fiowery path which lead
! to a wood full of wild beasts and al
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