Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1894-07-13
CHATTER 1I.-cont,nued.

'Yes," the American went on, after
mere seconds pause, we had many
such bright, hopeful fellows out in the
Rockies. There was one especially. 1
mot him first in New Orleans. Do you
know what a creole is?:"
Tho organist shook his head.
We'll, a creole ia q descendant of an
original French settler of Louisiana.
We have no ar~istocracy in the States.
People there who put on airs of SUI
periority by birth are ridiculed gener-
ally: But the nearest approach to caste
distinctions are found In New Orleans,
q city less American than any other in
tho Union, and composed of quito
separate classes of people, with tho
csccle families proudest and most
looked up to. One of these 'aristo-
cratic families of the French descent
was tho Clematons, and tho belle in all
New Orleans, mt tho time | am srcak-
ing of, was Miss Marie Clcmaton. Her
folks were rich, for the great Ameri-
a war had not impoverished them, as
1T did most of tho Southorners, for
They had moro than recovered them
selves alter dozen Year., and more,
Marie was beautiful in every way-in
mind and body-a 1.-the. radiant girl of
c1ghtccn. US rare as u princess in u
story hook, yet as sympathetic and
everyday in her nature us u farmers
daughter. | don't SEQ how anybody
could know her without loving her. I
couldn't. Chance placed me close to
her for q month. had business with
her father, and he, with true Southern
hospitality, kept mo a guest in his
house. Before tho end of my stay |
was as much her slave as any of the
negroes who had served her in her in
fancy, before tho war emancipatcd
them.
81 don't comprehend how your SER
wants could w have allowed them-
solves to be set flee from you,' | said
TO her one day.
"She looked at mo u moment with her
eyes wide open, wondering Just what L
meant: and then she understood. and
showed 1T, for there wasn't Il shade OR
shadow OF conccalmcnt in her nature.
I'm those words | had told her of my
love, and h comprehended it all as
clearly us if We had talked about it for
I'm hour. But VIC didn't discuss it at
all. She turned the conversation to
some other subject. 1 thought she did
it for shyness. but tho true reason was
that she didn't return my love, and was
too kindly to toll me so.
However, ! wouldn't be put off long.
i was to quit Now Orleans for Arizona
within u week, and just before starting
] insisted on declaring myself to Marie.
She listened to mo without a protest,
when she found that l was determined
to speak. and when l was done she put
her hand in mine, but not by way of
acceptance of me as a lover.
81 tried to prevent you from saying
this to me- she said for it pains me
to disappoint you. l like you, Mr.. Cas-
well. like you very much, and | have
been glad to see you growing fond of
me. But l don't love you in the way
you desire in the way that would sat
isfy you-in the way that would per-
init me to become your wife,
"'Couldn't you learn to love me- I
pleaded.
NO. she answered, in q low, sweet.
firm voice.
"'You love some other man. 1 blurt-
ed out, resentfully.
marie lifted her eyes to mine in the
gentlest sort of reproof-with no anger,
nor even annoyance, but only with sor-