Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1893-09-21

| me. and tilrted me TO and iro.
"How lovely. Paul! And is it really for
thank you she added, presenting her cor
al lips for his eager pressure. But it is too
costly gilt 10 come from you. she went
on eXaminin, me closely. These are all
real stones with which it is ornamented.
| Oh, Paul, Paul, have good mind to be
veXed with you for bringing me so cXpen-
| sive present..
| ona-my wife that is to be-
She looked up into his face as he spoke,
and rewarded him with a bright smile.
Oh, Corona was wondrously lovely! Yet
her face was not a perfect oval, nor was
her nose even straight. can but poorly
ance. Her skin was of a clear olive tint;
| her eyes large, dark and lustrous; her brow
broad and low; her hair wavy, and of pur-
| pie blackness; her mouth. Of medium size,
and filled with shining pearls, and her cheeks
and chin dimpled. Add to all these a
tall figure. of taultless mould, and you
will see Corona de Marney as first saw
principle tragedian Of the Emperor's
| Theatre Paris.
You will, perhaps, think I was some
what disappointed at discovering that my
mistress was no hish-born lady. Nothing
OF the kind, l assure you. Corona de Mar
Hey WAS Ohly All actlesS, us tTue' puI neT
! beauty and her talents made her queen
amongst women; and learned TO love the
touch of her smooth fingers. and the tones
| of her sottly-mOdulated voice. She, 1.-THE
Corona" las the people liked to call herr,
was the great tragic actress Of the age, who
could either melt you into tears, or
! frighten you into mysteries. In her own
| drawing-rOom Corona was one creature,
on the stage she was quite another. She
was grand, sorrowtul. affecting, and terri
| tic by turns, when before the footlights;
but under her own root she was simple
! modest amiable, tender and fascinating.
! She had whole crowds Of admircrS-men
who were willing to lay their fortunes at
her feet; but the Corona refused to listen to
any OF them, her heart bein. already won
! by one who was laboring in
! the same field with herselt-in the field OF
poetry and art
Paul Favarge was the only son of the
| widow Favarge, whom, together with his
five sisters, he had to support by his own
professional exert:ons and talents. He
was a good man in the main, but he was
one easily tiattered and led aStray. He was
at1ectionate, goodhumored, generous hon
est, and contiding but he was unstable as
| the wind which boweth first this way,
then that. He loved Corona with sort OF
: proud worship. She was creature who
| commanded the admiration of crowds-tle
oGNotiCH y! many anu ihul faEafSe lei ;
| pleased and happy to think that this beau
titul and talented woman, this idol of the
| people, smiled only on him, and gave him
| ali her pure and faithful heart
But the Corona's love for him was no
| calm love; it was an ardent, overwhelming
| passion, such as a woman seldom expert
| ences more than oncei in her lifetime. Paul
| was her hope, her Joy her landmark, be-
You'd which she had no parents, no friends;
she stood utterly alone III the world No
wonder. then, that this actress-filied with
sensitive feelings-teelings tender almost
as spiders web-should have learned to
| devote herself to one whom she looked up
OH as being all perfection.
Women who love with intensity are
generally willing to make some sacrifices
ior the object their alteration; so it was
| with Corona Wealth and titles were laid
at her feet: but those she needless thrust
aside, disdaining all save him who had so
entirely possessed himself of every atom of
her hearts affection.
She thought Of Paul Favarge every day
ofthe week-every hour OF the day; her
bosom, all the while, swelling and swelling
| with all its all-absorb bling passion. AT night
she laid her head on her pillow to dream
OF him. OF his beauty, his manliness, and
grace, and above all, of those sweet words
! he so constantly poured into her eager ears.
Corona was willing to labor as she was
lakor!ng now. From her earliest youth up
to the present moment, she had eaten only
that bread which had been earned by her
own honest toll, and she cared not to eat
| any other. 10 be sure Corona had now
very large income. and could consequently
afford TO keep fine establishment, and
carriage ard horses as we'll; but as these
| ADVANTAGES entirely depended on her own
health and strength. they were little regard.
ed by the unwo,ldIy Corona.
Il have plenty to day." she would say
unto herself but Tomorrow. were my
voice to lose its volume and its tone, I
should have to seek my loatin another at
| nosphere--in an atmosphere far, far less
| breathing now. Let me not over-prize,
! then, the luxuries that now surround me,
| lest they should fall from me, and never
more be mine!"
1t was not because the sun shone clearly
on Corona now that she expected it to
clouds might overcast the sky and that
| she might probably be visited by chilly and
| stormy weather. her present brilliant sue
| cesses and triumphs did not initiate her in
the least, she was Just as simple, just as gen.
| tie as she was in the days of her obscurity
and poverty. Yes. petted and worshipped
| as she was by the public, Corona still pre-
served her native nlodes,y, her humble yet
| dignified mind and demeanor, and her
pure and spotless soul.
But with all this the Corona was only a
woman; possessing many OF woman's
| weakness, many other faults. She who
| could love as intensely as did Corona, could
not be altogether perfect being, for love
| and Jealousy frequently 80 hand i'll hand
| together, .nd SO they did with Corona.
| She who is vain and non-impulsive is
seldom to be aroused by the green-eyed
| monster, butshe who is ardent and simple
minded, is ever watchful of the object OF
her regard, ever suspicious and fearful of
| losing his sniles-so it was with the Corona,
to whom Paul Favarge was SO very dear:
One evening. the play being the The
Italian Wife, the house was crowded to suf-
| location to witness the Corona in the char
acter of Blanca: Paul Favarge was enacting
the rart of Fazio-the husband Of Blanca;
and Mademoi>elle Lad.e was playing the
| beautiful but designing Aldabella The
second act OF the tragedy was over when
| Mademoiselle Latire entered the Cor
ona's dressing-room, where the Blanca ofthe
evening was reclining on her sofa, awaiting
the updra wing ni the act-drop. and thesum-
mons OF the call-boy.
II am come. Mademoiselle Corona, to
ask an especial favor ut your hands" said
! Mademoi-e lie L.adre. as she introduced her
sell into the apartment sacred to the young
| tragedienne. II know your excessive good
nature, else the humble Aldabella would