Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-12-01
ASTORYOF BLOOD.
CHAPTER In.-coNrINUED.
by N. Z. BRADDoN.


He had a vague idea that Irish men and
women were kind of savages who inhabit-
cd barren island on the wild Atlantic, and
ran about half-naked among the rocks.
"Yes, but these girls have never been in
Ireland. They were educated in convent
near Bruges. They are young ladies, pious,
well-conducted, although they work for
their daily bread. Durand, my nelghbor,
the young cabnet-maker, is over head and
ears in love with the elder sister, and think
there will be marriage before long"
"Durandl What, the sturdy broad-shoul-
dered youth at No. z, who whistles and sings
| so loud as he goes in and Out?'
''Yes; fine frank nature"
"Noisy enough, in all conscience" said
CASTOR; and he went on to get his break
fast.
lie was in no humor for conversation this
morning, and Suzon Mchel's pratte bored
him. He read, or seemed to be reading, the
| Figaro while she was talking--a rudeness
which CALLED the widow,
"DO YOU know those two young ladies in
the Rue Git le CGur, the house l live
imp he asked presently, without looking up
from his'paper.
"Young ladies!' echoed SuZon contempt
uously. "a gentleman may live in the Rae
Git lie Cmur, gentleman may live any
where, that is understood; but young ladies
that is too much! | know two girls who
work for the artificial flower-maker on the
Boulevard st. Germain."
They are ladies by birth and education,
am told"
''They are stuck-up mlnxes; and although
that young one has come to MY shop every
day for the last six years she does notthink
me worthy of five minutes conversation; a
little nod and "Bon-jOlH, madame" and
she's out of my shop as if she thought the
place polluted her."
"She is shy, perhaps" said CASTOR. II
should not think she could be proud"
Suzon looked at him sharply with those
flashing eyes of hcrs-iine eyes, full, black,
luminous, but not altogether beautiful.
''What does monsieur know of this young
person thathe is so ready to answer for her."
she asked, with hooking air.
Every little. / passed her In the street
Just now. Idoubt if ever saw her till that
moment, though we live in the same house.
Some faces can be read at glance. In hers
saw purity, sweetness, tru. h, simplicity"
my faith! You are skillfrA at reading
faces" retorted Madame Michel; "but ii is
easy TO see virtues Of that kindin pretty
woman. Had Ma'msele Hara been ugly
you would not have discovered half these
qualities in her face"
"They might have been there, perhaps;
but own should not have looked so keen
ly. She is the image Of a Greuze in the
Louvre. You know the picture in the
Louvre%
Not mach" said Saxon, with a careless
shrug.
why, YOU so there nearly every Sunday
afternoon
True; but go to look at the people, not
the pictures"
CASTOR paid for his breakfast, and strolcd
on to his rewspaper-ofice, thinking that
Suzon grew more vulgar every day. lie
was vexed with himself for having allowed
/ her to establish kind of friendship with
him. She! the keeper of milk shop.
And to think that come from one of the
best families in Brittany" he said to him
self. "Well, have thrown my lot in with
the people. l have made myself their adj
yocate; have asserted the equal rghts Of
man. Ought TO feel offended if milk wO-
man treats me as her friend? A handsome
woman, too; bright, agreeable, not without
intelligence, and full of strong feeling. Poor
little Suomi
Poor little Suzon! CASTOR began to lessen
his visits to the crcnlcrie. He took a cup of
coffee in the garnet, and went straight TO
his days work. He was too busy to break
fast in the old leisurely manner, he told
Madame Michel, when she reproached him
with this falling off from the old ways.
"Have done anything to offend your she
asked, looking at him with eyes which took
q new beauty softened by sadness.
"Offend me, dear Madame Michel! But
assuredly not. You are all that is good.
But am working hard just now. 1t does
not do for q man TO saunter through life, to
be always a trifler. have good deal to
do for the paper; and spend an hour or
two every day at the Imperial Library"
IF you are getting learned man / shall
see no more of YOU" sighed the widow.
"You will not be able to endure my ignorant
chatter"
"Gaiety of heart is delightful atall times"
said CASTOR.
81 begin to think that monsieur must be
writing verses, he has grown so grave and
silent" remarked Suzon.
And then they parted, with ceremonlous
politeness on his side, with keen scrutiny
and suspicion on hers.
Monsieur was not writing verses, but he
was living poem. Maman Schubert. the
good-natured busybodv of the Rue Git lie
Ceur, had planned a little tea-party-ltIl The
pAngldiSc-and had invited the two
O'Hara girls-known in their little circle as
the Demoiselles Hara, since the o was too
much for Partisan mouth-and Philip Du-
rand, the cabnet-makcr, AN honest young fell
low, a thorough workman and artist, in
very artistic trade, and prominent member
of the work mems syndicate land the cabinet
makers syndicate ranks high among the so
cleties of French workmen. So far the party
consisted of old friends, since good Madame
Schubert had been almost as q mother to the
girls whom she had seen arrive in the Rue Git
! lie C9ur, dustyand Notwithstanding, on the
evening of their entry into Paris, and Philip
had been Roses devoted lover for the last
three years, haunting her like her shadow as
she went to and from her work, in the early
mornings when Paris was being swept and
garnished, in the dusky evenings when its
million lamps were being lighted. Never
was there a more unselfsh more patient
wOoer. Rose had been hard with him; Rose
had kept him at arms length. She never
meant to marry. She had her mission in
| life and that mission was IN take care of