Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-11-11

Duchene-"let them come" growled
the wlne-soaked patriot, and we win
give them" ere nom! what IS there
which we will not give Them
And then the tipsy patriots retired to
an angle Of the fertilization. and began
10 play the Intellectual game OF
bouchon. forgetful of the lady they had
escorted SO far. for an afternoon on
the walls OF Paris
CASTOR shouldered his chaSSepot and
began to walk slowly up and down.
Suzon followed him, came close to his
side and hissed in his ear
And 50 you are happy with your
child wife"
II ana as happy ms Fate ever allowed
a man to be In this world. Fate gave
me the faire>t and best for nay com
panion, and the said ''Thou shalt find
thou hast filed thy cup Of joy in a day
Of trouble and war. Thou shalt drink
only a drop mt a time-a drop now
and then-as the miser spends his
gold.
i Lucky for you lucky for her that
! il is 50" retorted Suzon tiercely, for
you may so much less soon grow weary
Of your waX-work Wife
Il shall never weary Of her" said
Castor Every day draws us nearer.
We may tire OF life and its troubles,
never of each other
80 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 Ike; but her face has no more ex-
preston than June lily; and you.
who have a mind fun Of force and fire,
must weary Of such placid inanity.
Do you think / Go not know yOu-I
who have heard YOU talk in the days
gone BY who was your coniidante
when you were pcnniless and unknown?
You are beginning to be famous now.
You sign your articles, aud men talk
about them and about the writer You
. are pointed at i'm the street But l
admired you, I believed i'm you when
you were nobody"
You were always very amiabfe,
cheyenne, and l hope l did not prove
! myself unworthy of your esteem said
I Castor, with a ceremonious bow"
He had an idea that a storm was
coming and he wanted to ward off
the lightning il possible, by taking
things easily.
You proved yourself a seducer and
a liar she answered sayagely, ner
splendid eyes flaming as she looked
at him, one red spot on either check.
like a burning coal, her white lips
quiverius.
She had given herself over to the
Irule 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 4 queen, Il
goddess, in her chosen Circle she had
come 10 think herself being bound
by DO law, possessing the divine right
of beauty and wit, free to pour out
her love OF 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
Iof her too felyid nature, for whose
sake she had been. and must ever be,
marble to every other lover.
You are mad, he said quietly, and
your wWds are the words of mad
/ woman
"Tney are true words. Seducer- for
you sed iced me into loving you-yes,
as few men have ever been loved, as
few women know how TO love. Sc
lduccr! yes. Your every word, your
I yy,
dear days when you and | wandered
,homcwurds in the midnight and moon
light, and loitered on the bridge or on
the quay, and drank each others
whispers, and looked into each others
!. eyes, and our hands tremblcd as obey
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 clasped rs we drew
nearer to each other. feeling as if we
were alone in the d3rkened house
what need of words then TO promise
love? Your every book your every
touch, was a promise; and all those
promises You broke when You desert
ed 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,
4 / charge you with having lied to me-"
There was no doubt rs TO the reality
of her feeling, the intensity Of her
sense of wrong done 10 her in those
days Of the past. Castor stood before
her. dowucaSt and conscience stricken.
Yes, if passionate looks and tender
claSpings Of tremulous hands meant
+, anything. he had 50 far pledged his
faitll-he was in 50 much a Liar. His
b03ish fancy had been Glught by
d, this southern beauty, by this passionate
Iuaturo which made an atmosphere of
, warmth around fl, and gave to the
! Icalm moonbcams Of a Partisan mid
7, night the seluGug Sofuess of the
/ orrid one lie had been drawn to her
! i'm those moonit hours rs young hearts