Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1893-06-25


of persecution. look at him with a
naughty air and answer not word But it
is no use. He has already commenced the
conversation. He talks about his child
hood, of his life at college and of his present
pupils (My fine dancer's name is NJ. Artus,
and he is professor at Condorcet.)
| 1t takes the form of regular autobi-
ography.
| Jacques passes us at this moment, and
stop him.
Jacques, my good friend, bring me a
sandwich Pm getting hungry"
1t was not very polite. All the worse
1t is a lesson for NJ. Artus, and in order to
make it more complete l waltz with
Jacques directly afterward.
How delicious it is to dance with really
good dancerl AS look around the room
and see all those poor mammas sitting like
wallflowers in their chairs without sin
gle man to talk to, l really feel pity for
| them.
| 1t is too terrible.
How does M. Artus take my rudenessS
1t seems he watches me sadly Not bit
Of it. The moment the waltz is over he
comes up to me, and without any bitterness
| in his manner says, II am delighted, made
you"
| 1t is nevertheless fact that am get
ting weary. Indeed with the help of
Jacques and M. Artus / have scarcely
missed dance.
Voyonsl let me get into this wide armed
| fauteuil and try to pull myself together
again and look the situation in the face. /
fear that there must be something wrong
| r.yfth Had h., L.
sible that the wise and serious Pauline can
be dancing here in a cloud of silks and sat
ms, like any other frivolous little butter
fly of society," How can be receiving the
homage Of this young savant9 For there
is no contradicting that he has been paying
me the most marked attention the whole
evening. just now, too, Violette passed
me in his arms, and heard them mention
my name.
am only year or two older than he is,
and l look much younger. l have such
hair; such complexion tool
A professorl
Well, professor would do for me. He
would be serious, steady and. domestic.
What foolish ideas, to be surel How
treacherous these balls are Dear mel Dear
mel
MAJ utTc COllto lut very ODJGCJ VI IlcSC
reflections. He seems to be strangely
moved.
"Madepoiselle," he begins in soft voice,
II should like to speak to you. My action
may seem to you somewhat improper, but
you are so good and sweet that know you
will forgive me. have for certain young
girl here very much affection and respect.
want to make her my companion through
Aut I e. -, HI,
er. Oh, tell me that you will not turn me
away Here he takes my hand)
Il know that it is not to you that should
speak in the first place, but to your brother
in-law. but you have so much influence in
your family, you are so loved and respected,
wish to place my fate in your hands"
My hand is still in his am lost in a
dream of joy. II beg Of you, Miss Pauline,
to say yes, he continued softly.
In a slow, painful voice answered:
Monsieur, | am indeed surprised at your
80 sudden request. really think that you
ought first to speak to my brother-in-law."
81 see that you are Of nry opinion, my
dear, dear Miss Pauline" he cried. Tell
me that you view my intentions altogether
with favorable eye-not only partially"
do not torment me So" | moaned IF
you wish it, then | consent"
"Oh, how good you arel' he cried joy
fully, "and how happy | feell 1t is true
that our ages are somewhat disproportion-
ate, butt
Impertinent fellowl What can he meanY
81 am rather old for so charming a girl,
but do love her so, my own darling little
Violette"
Good heavens!
Giddiness seizes me while the lover con-
tinues his litany. | feel as if / shall fall
in heap on the floor.
Two soft arms are around my neck ca
ressingly q have hidden myself in a retired
and shadowy corner). A fresh young cheek
is against my old one.
Aunt, oh, aunt, how good you are He
has told me all. If you only knew how your
little Violette loves youp'
So it was all a dream.
Never speak to me again of these devilish
balls that can turn even the strongest heads
l take a chair in the rear ranks Of the pa
tent wallhowers, and pass the remainder
of the evening in the land of dreams
And have been asleep all the time. ~
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