The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-01-01

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| avail, for Adele soon broke away from the
thraldom Of her faint. which she explained
| was due to eIacting work in the atelier of
her teacher during the morning without a
scrap of food
"You should not work without eating,
Miss Hargrift," managed to PHILOSOPHERS,
being conscious as uttered the words that
could not remember the time before when
had been constrained to call her Miss Har-
grlft
At my remark she pulled herself together,
and. with a little air Of her own, said: "As
a rule. obey the calls of the inner man. or,
as l should say 10 my case, the inner
woman. To-day III. Durget had a partic-
ulerly interesting figure OF his for me 10
copy in oil. end probably fingered over it
too long for my physical good"
My friend, Glenwood Is not only from
your country put in Jean Remand, ''but
from your own city-Chicago."
How stranger said Adele Hargrift, her
radiant smile giving the lie to her fiuttering
| eyelids. Then she added; But the world
is not so large after all"
Perhaps you knew each other when you
we're little" suggested Jean. before the
city OF Chicago grew TO be 30 enormous"
Perhaps" caught up Adele in quick
combative way, but should you think it
probablsf You have never been In America,
you know, NJ. Renaud.n
quite true, mademoiselle,n responded
Jean, thoughtfully. at was only little
fancy nothing more. Excuse my haste In
| showing IL to you, but my latest poem is
done in English" With these words Jean
Remand produced his silk hat, which be
went for in the vestibuIe. and handed 1t. top
| downward, to Adele. The latter looked into
| 1t for a moment, and motionin2 me to look
also, stepped behind her, and. with her
permission, peered over her shoulder, while
in a clear, un wavering voice she read the fol-
lowing hines, stamped in the silk hat:
PROMISE.
Could speak thro' the lips of the rose,
Sweet things I'd disclose,
Quite as rare as its leaves ere they fold
Up the wings or their fragrance untold.
Sweet things I'd disclose
Could speak tnro' the lips of the rose.
Perhaps from my dust will arise
A rose that is lovely and fair;
o. spirit of nine, guard the prize,
And think of my fauciful prayr
II then thou canst utter a word,
Speak loud that thy voice may be heard,
For shall such sweet things disclose
AS speak thro the lips OF the rose.
Adele complimented the lines, but not
profusely. My presence was evidently dis
concerning her, though l endeavored to be
nothing more than politely casual In nv de-
| witness her discontinue longer, | proposed
going to Jean, who assented.
"What do you think OF herN asked my
companion as we were riding homeward
through the Champs Elysees
'She seems very agreeable Her charms
are many" l commented in a half abb
stracted manner.
''She knows am 10 love with her, con-
tinued Jean, "but cannot perceive that my
affection is refrigerated"
1t was far from my liking to discuss the
subject, though it seemed to be jeans
greatest wish 70 prolonR It, But treated
his raptures with civil silence.
On the following day left Jean on pre-
tenoe OF having business to transact with
my bankers In the Rue Scribe. AS a matter
Of fact, instructed the cocher to drive me
direct 70 No. So, Avenue Marceau. Adele
Hargrift received me. Neither of us could
dissemble in the least-now that Jean
Remand was not with US. How uncalled
for and foolish seemed our lovers quarrel
as we reverted to it, Time had made charit-
able her memory OF me as 10 had my
memory OF her. Our souls were drawn
together by those understandable ties Of love
which had never really been severed. l
again offered her my name, with IL this
time q fortune. She blanched as with
dread lest / was mocking her. Disa-
bused of this, she urged that she
could not give me an answer at once She
also acknowledged the plight of being
adored by Jean Kenaud, in whom she felt
an interest, but no love. / assured her that
could tell Jean all about our previous re-
latlons and inform him that in the future
he would be pursuing forlorn hope IL he
persisted In paying ner any more atten-
tiona. That very night revealed the sit
uaEion of affairs to Jean. trying not 70 be
cruel in my candor; but my words cut
deep In the poor fellows heart. Without
word he rose and left the room. As he
opened the door l saw tears in his eyes
Three hours OF careful elaboration
decided me in leaving my apartments on
the following morning for good, and to
that end l packed up my personal effects
and belongings before retiring. The next
day went to the Hotel Binda, where had
previously sojourned, after iuditing a note
to Jean and leaving it with the old con-
cierge to deliver to him. In il affirmed
my Innocence of any intention to wrong
him, or 10 stand in the way Of his winning
Adele's hand. But he must now perceive
how futile was such an ambition on his
part. The note contained little else in addi-
ton, save few friendly words of farewell
A week later Adele Hargrift and were
privately married in the American Presby-
terrain chapel In the Rue de Berry.
Our honeymoon was spent at Nice. and
subsequently we lived for several months
in Vienna. Finally we made an extended
trip through Norway and Sweden, Adele
meantime adding some delightful etohings
to her portfolio We passed the following
winter on the Isle of Jersey.
Adele and / had been man and wife Just
two years when we found ourselves once
more In Psris, for brief stay before sailing
for America.
At the very moment Of our arrival in the
Care du Nord l experienced a sickening de-
preston Of spirits-so closely and so uncom-
fortably were my thoughts of Paris and
Jean Renaud associated. l wondered what
hsd become of him. By mutual consent,
his name since our marriage had never
crossed our lips. now shuddered in fear.
which, alas, was in reality true presenti-
ment, as the f0cre bowled along through
familiar streets and boulevards toward the
hotel, lest l should see his apparition--a
wasted. gaunt, pathetic but still breathing
carioature of his former self.
On the second day after reaching "the gay
city" found some excuse to absent myself
for few hours, though it was difficult to
mislead Adele's iptuisions. / was convinced,
as left her, that she had OWNED my OBJ
ject; but she did not seem at all unwilling
to let me go. Half an hour later l was
grasping the hand of the old concierge In
the Rue Fouptaipe. He was Enthusiastically
glad to see me. He evidently remembered
that never had handed him niggardly
ponbotre. And Jean Rensud: What about
himl
mon Dieu" exclaimed the honest AM
doche. with a terrible shrug of the shoulders,
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