People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1893-12-22

Evening, 1ardstlckle.
THAT you. Lamkid? Fine night"
Most unaccountably Mademoiselles
veil slipped just at that instant, and
fell to the ground. She stopped to
pick it up, but Mr.. Beamish was too
quickly gallant, and caught it and
offered it to her.
Thank you. You are very kind. Z"
Instead of taking it and moving on
she withdrew her arm from Mr.. Yard
stickie's and calmly stood still and re.
adjusted the truant veil over her head.
How very awkward! Have you a
pin, Mr.. Yardstickie?'
Mr.. Lamkid offered her tiny cush.
ion filed with pins.
Thank You, Mr.-Mr.
"Mr Lamkid, Mademoiselle. Made
noiselle Rochet, Mr.. Lamkid; Mr..
Beamish, Mademoiselle."
She bowed most gracefully to both,
and the gentle young things bowed
too, and men ally cursed the darkness
that prevented clearer view of La
ROchet.
You so to the music, presumed"
said Mademoiselle, sweetly.
"Ah, yes, we thought OF it"
80. sorry. we are going to the light
house"
a moment later they had parted, the
tender young things greatly pleased at
what they called an adventure, Mr..
Royal Iardstike incensed beyond
measure.
That stupid Lamkid! He's just
enough of Molly to carry a PIN
cushion"
Pm sure he was more polite than
my husband"
The idiots will tell every one in the
hotel that they met us.
They will say they met Mademoi-
sellc Rochet and Mr.. Yardstickie."
Il believe, Julie, you dropped your
veil on purpose"
Il did. wanted to see what you
would do. You are not so pleasant as
in Paris. Once you would spring ia
pick it up and tie it on with such
ardOr that YOU would disarrange nv
hair. 1t is well. know cow what ]
shall do"
What will you do ?"
My friend, it depends on you. Ac'
knowledge me as your wife, and all
will be well l shall drop the shop
and be good wife,-as good as e.
American wife. And the 2O,OOO francs
i have more than that now, for dc
very S2ll on the Fifth avenue-I keeT
them for you"
Il can't, Julie. l cannot and vii,
not"
You will not?"
No"
"0h, Royal. You cannot mean it
After all you said in Paris -
Il don't care what | said. It's al
over now. We were never really mar
red"
Not married! Can you prove it?'
Can you prove that we were?"
To his amazement, she sank upor
the sand at his feet with cry as O.
one who is grievously hurt.
II did not tell you. The ship
crossed in was wrecked / escaped
with only my life and one robe. NJ
marriage-paper-what You call it-wa!
inmy trunk-lost."
And the money too?"
"0h, to think You say that now! No
the money was scwed in my robe.
saved that,
lie offered his hand as If TO assis
her,. '+, b.
Can l help you, Mademoisell
Rochet?'
No. She cried. 81 can help myself
She rose quickly, shook Tie sand iron
her dress, and said, in hard, con
strained toiee:
@NIademoiseile Rochet. understan,
now" -
WITHOUT anothero word she turne
and walked SICILY sway in the dark
ness. -
He had chosen his path.
Far out at sea a cold gray mist swer
swiftly and silently towards tn
shore. .i
! The young man went on, not think
ing of what was before him Benin
him in the darkness, sitting a sob {
mingled grief and indignation, cam
another figure closely yelled and-fo
lowing him.
The little path where they ha
parted wandered with many a curv
I over the Sduu lOhdIOS llc liz ut-uOu>t
1t was nearer the road and the WOOD
than the more direct path along til
shore, and it led through tall ran
beach-grass and past clumps of vii
vines and stunted shrubs. As it VIZ
seldom used, except by wanderin
lovers and children, it was not easil
traced in the night.
The young man had not gone man
steps before he found he had sttaye
from the right path. As the light W;
IN plain sight across the sands, /
thought it easy to walk direct
towards it and not mind the path. A
instant later he tripped over son
, wild vine and fell heavily, tearing h
hand on some hidden thorns. BY Il
} fragrance he knew he had touchs
some wild rose that mad found foo
= hold in 4 little hollow in the sand.
A wiser man would have locke
about for the path. An imaginati,
man might have thought it au i