The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1893-07-25


suggestive Of Incidence and with a
touch of personality seeming to cling
about them still as they lay discarded on
the white fur rug before the scented fire.
Her glance wandered TO an open chest
Of antique wood hard By, heaped up with
the choicest treasures Of the milliner's
art. Here fan coquetted with an opera
cloak, there dainty ball gown spread
its fiimsy founces over a Partisan bonnet
laden with purple violets.
She dropped tear, she burst into a
sob. Her woman's heart cried out after
all this luxury. Her better nature whis-
pered Jacques name into her ear. The
tear became as rainbow touched by
her smile. She turned and fed, crying.
1.-THE world is well lost for love, my
Jacquesi comet comel"
In the old familiar trysting spot at
last, waiting for her lover, she echoed
those words. She crouched down and
kissed the turf and the star eyed mar
guerites and laughed to herself softly
and gleefully.
She heard his step at last. She arose
with new shyness born Of her fresh
beauty aud her solemn joy.
"Jacquesl"
"What, Fanchettei You'll What Fam
Ghetto in the rags of the turkey girlY' he
stammered.
"Oh, yes, Jacques, yesi The turkey
girl, Fanchette, whom you love. Not
the lady Fanchette ever againi / am
yours, Jacques, yoursr
/ He dropped his hat from his hand. His
/ rugged face paled and his lips quivered.
She thought his joy unnamed him.
He put both hands over his face and
stood 30, abashed before her dewy eyes.
She brushed his hands with her red lips
and whispered to him:
"Look up, my Jacquesl Surely you
will speak to your own Fanchette2 Oh,
fie, friend Jacques, tears for joy, for
Isoothl Methinks that is worthy of a
woman. What! Will you not look at
me? They say that am greatly changed
Ia beauty, Jacques, your little Fan
chettel Are you not gladf"
l She was sobbing and laughing and
lclinging to him, the moon showing her
dimples, and her soft, quivering lips,
and her new great beauty to him in a
/ ,maddening way. Her hair fell around
/ him, her warm arms were laid upon his
: shoulders, she was leaning against him,
r delicious in her womanly gladness. But
r he did not touch her after the first invol-
3 untary caress. He dropped upon one
knee at her feet and laid his face against
her hand.
: Their star on high looked down upon
them benignly.
l Look, Jacques, look-our star! Dc
3 not kneel to me, my own Jacques, dc
S not, prayl See, it is smiling at us-it
is happy, too. The year is past, is past
1 Jacques, let us thank the good God to.
4. gether. But first will you not kiss mel
} Am to sue for it, then? Dear friend,
4 do not give way thus. am here, close
+ beside you, Jacques. I will never, never
r leave you now, love, unless you bid me
5 goi" .....-. ... ..-
II bid you CO."
The voice was hoarse, agonized with
deathly anguish in its modulations.
"Jacquesr' ...... ..
al am marriedv'
He caught her, held her to him as hel
l eyes closed and cursed himself.
{, "Fanchette, Fanchette, look up and
listenl My God, hate myself mar
e ried Rosamond Cartier six months ago
Thought you would not come back
! Father influenced me-
"Don'tw Fanchette said.
She seemed more beautiful than ever
r when she stood up again. But Jaques
could not bear to look at her.
She slipped away from him over the
lgrass toward Mother Hugot's house.
"Come to our house, Fanchette," hi
a pleaded. ~
But she shook her head, lifted the Latch
+ and went in.
She is the turkey tender once again
: She sees Jacques wife roll by in hel
=, carriage. She is humble and patient
! but she prays the old prayer no more.
All that remains of the past are tn,
! stars, and ON calm nights when sh,
looks out of her window she still fancie,
as she weeps herself into troubled dream
land that Jacques is once again claim
: ing kiss for every star in the crowded
heavens Exchange.