The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1894-09-26

treated her in other ways than by his noto-
rious neglect and his open laisOns.
''This had been going on for some time,
when my young friend, the marquis, fell
in love with her. He urged her to separate
from her husband on the ground that her
living with him would be looked upon as
condcning his faults, and was prejudicing
her in the eyes Of her friends. For long
time she refused, and at length after she
had some to love the marquis with pas
sion which the comte her husband, had
never reused, she accepted his counsel, left
her husband, gave up her fine hotel, took
her one daughter and went into apart
meclts.
Here every day for six years she saw
the marquis. Each loved the other with
true and strong affection and finally the
state of affairs came to be tacitly recog-
nized by their friends while both retained
their places in Partisan society.
at must be remembered that it is only
within the past few years that the French
divorce law has been in existence. This
was in the old days when there was no
such thing possible in France divorce.
The new measure was then hanging fire,
and it was generally understood that as
soon as it became law both would apply
for divorces and thereafter marry.
1.-The marquis was accustomed to go to
her late in the afternoon remain to din
ner and spend a part of the evening. His
custom was regular and his practice so
habitual, that when, on one occasion, ne
made his excuses and left Immediately
after dinner, she was greatly surprised
She said nothing, however.
again the same thing happened, and
again, and then she made up her mind to
find out the reason. She procured a cloak
and a thick veil, and the next time the
same program occurred she babe him good
by in the salon, donned the disguise QUICK
ly and followed him down stairs. He took
nd OH
to keep the vehicle in sight.
well in this way she followed him until
she saw his fiacre halt before the house OF
a Roumanian princess-an Intimate trlend
of her own-saw him alight and enter. All
through the night till daylight the next
morning she sat there in her fiacre and
waited Then she went home and went
from one hysterical fit into another, until
her doctor finally succeeded in quieting
her.
the marquis, and when he came before her
there was a terrible scene. She told him
what she had done, and also showed him,
probably, the murder he had made OF her
heart. He went down on his knees before
her and swore that he had never really
loved another beside her-that the affair
of the princess was only pour passer lie
temps. He promised to break off his init
macy with her then and there-never to
sse her again This was possibly the hrst
Tune ne ndu ever IcdllASd lloW lhuoh tAO
love of the countess meant to him. she
would not hear a word, sent him away and
gave orders to the servants not to admit
him.
From that moment his punishment be-
gan. He broke off with the princess at
once, and every day, morning and after
noon, he came to the house of the comteSse
to meet with the same refusal day after
day.
thine went on. The divorce law was
passed, and the marquise my friends wife,
secured divorce from him. He wrote to
the comtesse whose husband had mean
while shot himself in drunken debauch,
begging her to marry him. and she sent
back his letter. He used his influence in
bringing about a marriage between her
daughter grown, and a French Wis
count of the finest family. In return for
this she makes his life a constant torture.
The last time l saw him. two years ago,
l said to him: Well, how is the comtesse?
1 shall never forget the agonized expression
in his eyes as he looked at me and said:
Mon dieu, mon ami-it is always the same
thing
Every week they meet like chance &C
quaintances at the at homes of mutual
friends Every day he leaves his card at
the door of the only woman he ever truly
loved, and who now has become more than
ever the ruling passion of his life. And
from that day to this he has never touched
her hand
"And that. my friends said the speaker,
lis true story"
'It is my opinion" said 1, that that one
nights waiting in the fierce
No said the Frenchman, that's be-
cause you don't know the Frenchwoman's
heart She may be sane. The torture may
be just real to her too. She may love
him than she ever did, only she
can't forgive him that one nights agony,
that's ALL"
"Bah!'' said my English friend, suddenly
rising. This is a beastly cigar. Let's go
and get another. New York Pres.