Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1893-06-22

this was sufficient proof that he was not
IN love. Anxious to warn him against
life's mares. she continued to show him
g calm, motherly affection. and the
thought Of having for Jacques any other
sentiment would have shocked her.
After spending the greater part Of an
exceedingly hot day indoors, they went
one evening for their accustomed after
dinner stroll in the fields. The setting
sun poured its purple rays over the
country, tingeing sky and meadows,
houses and trees with FIRE. The ocean
was mottled with red spots, forming
bloody streaks.
Hardly a haystsck's irregular cone
stood out in melancholy profile against
the sky.
Let's climb i'll" said Jacques.
Marguerite gleefully clapped her hands
Jacques went on to reconnoiter. The
road was deserted. No one was to be
seen in the neighberhood.
She began the ascent with great diff
Guilty. Her feet would slip, her fingers
lose their hold, while the bits of dry hay
scratched her face. Her more sturdy
companion followedand helped her along.
Reaching the top, they sat down and
looked at each other, then burst out
Laughing like schoolboys stealing fruit
or serious persons caught in foolish act
The descent was more easily accom-
plished. The gayety had passed, and
both opened books they. had brought.
Jacques lay fat on the ground, resting
upon his elbow. Marguerite was stretch.
ed on pile of hay which formed sort
of chaise Tongue. Her tiny feet just
peeped from under the hem of her gown.
The thin cloth shoes perfectly outlined
her arched instep and delicate ankles.
It was too hot to read. They were
both silent. Jacques eyes were riveted
on Marguerite. Her red lips trembled
like flower under the breeze. Her soft,
white throat was smooth as the surface
Of lake. At every breath her bosom
heayed, and the thin material of her
dress swelled like a SAIL Her whole
personality exhaled the subtle perfume
| of elegance. 1t was the first time
! JACQUES had noticed these charming de-
tails, and unconsciously he became alb
sorbed in their contemplation. Little
by little his thoughts became confused
his soul rose to his eyes. He breathed
4 with difficulty, and languor crept ovel
him. The heat of the day mounted X
his head and intoxicated him.
| The country around was resting aftel
the days heat. In the faroff fields won
en- were gathering potatoes, and neal
them little boys threw clods of earth a
each other, From time to time the cow
lying on the grass would low and turl
their heads toward the setting sun as to
ward departing friend.
Suddenly through the silent fields ram
the cries of an angry voice.
"The field guardl'' exclaimed Mar
! guerite.
In the distance was man gesticulatinI
threateningly at this couple, who ha'
pulled down his carefully stacked hay.
Like two guilty children, their frs
thought was to fly from the ruined hay
stack. The boy was up with one bound
But in her haste Marguerite lost her bal
ance and fell He caught her in his arm
and righted her.
, They ran across the field. For an in
. slant they hid behind large mound G
earth, then made straight for the beach
Here they sought shelter in a hut use
|. only by the customs officers and ker
G very still, fearing to give their pursue
the alarm.
Seated on the narrow bench Nm,
!. Helm leaned against Jacques. She ha
b never seemed so beautiful. Out of breat
!, from the run her cheeks were red, he
' nostrils quivered. With bended nee
q and wide open eyes she listened In laugh
{ ing anxiety for the steps outside.
i His ecstasy was complete. Putin
his arm around her waist he drew close
D to her. Turning to him in childish gle
she said, Jacques, we are savedP'
4 It was the first time she had called hiI
9 simply Jacques, and the boy lost h
. head; with brusque movement he seize
:. Marguerite's hand and imprinted on he
wrist passionate kiss.
n Very pale, she rose, not knowing whs
e to say or think. A great remorse struc
e her like knife. Had she shown to
II much affection for Jacques? Had 81
r been guilty of coquetry toward hin
k The days Of their intercourse fashe
n through her memory, and she found he
q self guilty.
Instantly she resolved by some cruelt
L which Jacques could not forgive to ki
L the love she had inspired. She castupo
/ the boy one last look of infinite tende
y ness; then, gathering all her strength fl
d the deathblow, she said in her cold, bea1
|. tiful voice:
d "You little foolpTranslated For A
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% non by Alice Ziska.
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