Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-12-29

II shall never weary OF hcr," said CASTOR.
'Every day draws us nearer. We may tire
of life and its troubles, never Of each other"
$50 you think now, while this fancy OF
yours has all the gloss Of freshness. But
you Will weary of her. She Is pretty enough
grant you lovely, if You like; but her face
has no more expression than June lily;
and you, who have mind full of force and
fire, must weary of such placid inanty, Do
you think do not know you'll who have
heard you talk in tho days gone BY who
was your conGdGnte when SOu were penni-
less 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 adj
mired you, believed in you when you
were nobody"
''You were always very amiable citoy enne,
and hope l did not prove myseK unworthy
of your esteem" said CASTOR, with cegea
monious bow.
He had an idea that storm was coming,
and he wanted TO ward off the lightning if
possible, by taking things easily.
"You proved yourself seducer and
liarp she answered savagcly, her splendid
eyes flaming as she looked at him, one red
spot on either cheek, like burning coal,
her white lips qulYerlng.
She had given herself over 10 the rule of
her passionate nature in this new period of
tumult and uncertainty, time when all the
Old boundaries seemed to be 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
gl,A d. .lo,s
Fate had brought her face to face with the
man to whom she had given the impasson-
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 n 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. Saducer! yes. Your
every word, your every look, meant seduc-
ton, in those dear days when you and
wandered homewards in the midnight and
moonlight, and Oitered on the bridge or on
the QUAY, and drank each others whispers,
and looked Into each others eyes, and our
| hands tremblCd as they touched. Liar. for
| though yOuneVer declared yourself my lover,
| all your words were steepedin love. When
we have sat together, side by side IN the
! theatre, my head leaning against your
| shoulder cur hands claSped as we drew
nearer to each ether, feell1g as If we were
alone in the darkened Louise what need Of
words then 10 promise love? Your every
look, your every touch, was a PROMISE; and
! al those promises you broke when you
| deserted me for your new fancy; and by
every touch of your hand, by every look in
your eyes, l charge you with having
promised me your lifelong love, l charge
YOU with having lied to meW
There was no doubt rs 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, downca,t and con-
sciences ricken.
Yes, if pa. sionate looks and tender clasp
in-s Of tremulous hands meant anything, he
had 50 far pledged his flith-he was in so
much liar. His boyish fancy had been
caught BY this southern beauty, by this pas
sionate nature, which made IA atmosphere
Of warmth around it, and gave to the calm
mOonbeams Of Parisian midnight the Sc
ducing sofJness Of the rrid zone. lie had
been drawn to her in those mOoniit 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 whisp, rs
on the moonlit quay meant nothing. A pref
ty woman who kept q popular crGmcrie mus;
have admirers by the sc )re; and when she
was not being escort ID 20 the Porte St Mar
tin by him, was doubt e's tripping as lightly
TO the Chateau d'Eau with somebody else.
These were the dnlOUrS pdSSGgercS of
youth, which count for nothing In the sum
of mans life.
Then came the new and better love. 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 him. like guilty conscience,
and charged him with having lied to her.
II am very sorry thas you should have
taken our friendship so scriOusly," he said
! quietly. II thought that | was only one
among your many admirers-that you had
such lovers as bv the score. SO pretty q
woman could not fail 10 attract sutors."
Il had ADMIRERS as you say, by .he score
but rot one for whom cared, not one upon
whose breast my head ever rested as 1t lay
on yours that night at the street-corner,
when you kissed me for the first-last-
1t was within week Of that kiss you
abandoned me forever"
"a foolish kiss" said CASTOR, again try
ing to take things lightly; but those eyes
Of yours had magical influence In the
lamplght. My dear soul, we were only
children, striyirg little way along a flow
cry path which leads to wood full of wild
beasts and all manner of horrors Why
make a fuss about it, since we stopped in
good time and never went into the wood?'
This was kind Of argument hardly cal
culated to pacify Jealous woman. Suzon
took no notice Of it.
what was she better than THAT fair
haired Irish girl-that you should forsaka
me to marry her?"
why make un1attering comparisons?
only know that from the hour l first saw hcI
lived new Life. You were charming, but
you belonged to the Old life; and 30 l was
obliged to sing the old song:
"Adicu. paniers vendaneers sont faitcsl'
"Cestcd. You threw me aside as IL had
been an empty basket after the vintage
But the vintage is not over yet, or at least
the whe has still to be made, and 1 know
what color IL will be-"