The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-08-24

how lovo heIl'
Ho was tempted to make noise, to call
attention to himself by some folly, but
the fear of her displeasure restrained him.
He preferred that no one should know
how he loved her rather than to know
himself that he had forever lost her.
He built romances also. at IL impos-
siblc that she should not think sometimes
of me. She knows that I exist; that
live beside her When she enters opposite
my door, which Is always partly open, she
must SEQ that there is light in my cham
ber. She must have some curiosity-all
women have. She ought to ask what
do-if never go outP Perhaps she has
OWNED, notwithstanding my awkward
ness, that love her. Perhaps she is wait
ing for me to declare myself, and seeing
that dare not go forward perhaps it will
be she who will take the first step, Some
day she will leave her work, and crossing
the landing she will gently push open my
door and entering here, as in her own
room, she will say: Why do you not Gomez
See, l have had to come to you.' Yes
but it may be long time before she
comes What cnn 1 do to hasten her2'
And jacques, always on horseback on
his chair sought for the best way in which
to lead Charlotte to declare herself Ho
might slip tiny message beneath her
door. For a time he thought of that.
But would she read that tiny messagef
And even II she would read it, at the first
burning word she might tear 1t up. Could
he not make her speak to him through
third pcrson' But who? They had no
common friend. No, all these things were
impracticable, and the only resource for
poor Jacques was to walt But how long
o time should he wRitP
He was late tonight-very late. Char
lotto, in her chamber at the right, was
plying her needle. She had decided that
She must finish at once piece of work
commenced SO late that it must occupy her
until after midnight, and to keep herself
awake while working she sang. jacques,
at her left, naturally kept awake also, al
ways in the same position and meclan-
ically keeping time to the rhythm Of the
songstrcss. When the song was slow, all
went will, but when tho cadence became
more animated Jacques excitement be-
came vcritably dangerous, and the poor,
vhcillating chair found itself subjected to
a'gymnastic performance beyond its means
Of resistance.
AMost OF the modern rcpertory of songs
were reviewed within the other room.
jacques heard Faust's
oh, IL he were therei
'But he is herel'' he was upon tho point
OF calling but he controlled himself. He
also heard "Rigoletto" and "Troyatore'
and tTho Barber OF Seville"
AS the hours passed Jacques, who had
never cnioyed anything SO much, did not
for moment relax his attention to tho
concert which was given him. Little by
little, however, Charlotte was becoming
fatigued. Her song was less vibrant. Each
knl lace 7 ,NI I,,tr
al at first, sung from tho beginning to the
end, succeeded bits OF interrupted verses,
and the clear brilliancy of the voice was re-
placed with more gentle modulations. Ro-
mances and dreams took the place of car
OILS and dances. 1t was no longer the en-
tortaining Carmen nor tho coquettish Ro-
sine. 1t was saddcned Mereillo and mourn
ing Ophclie. jacques, always upon his
chair, was growing drowsy nlso and he
slept now, hearing nevertheless the music
in his sleep and continuing to beat time
gently to Charlotte's measures The young
girl was drowsy, but she worked coura
geously on. She resolved TO overcome by an
effort tho fatigue which besct her To
rouse herself she attacked suddenly the
air of lively waltz, The Waltz OF the
Roses" by Oliver Mira, at the sound of
which every one, whoever he may be, turns
and puts his feet in motion. Jacques was
dreaming now, and he dreamed that he
WIS waltzing. The old chair could not
hold itself longer on its legs. By good
luck or bad luck it made some last turns
with Its proprietor; then, breaking in the
effort it emitted n sinister and frightful
cracking, stretching upon the floor its un-
horsed cavalier. 1t was terrible encoun-
ter and made the very floor tremble.
charlotte, frightened, uttered cry.