Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1894-07-20

You shall see me again, Clemence
Viii: you shall see Inc again." And
with q mad plunge he threw himself
against the door and wa, gone"
CHAPTER II.
On the delightful road which runs
Eze, and Just before reaching Vile
franche, is a little bay formed by q
break in the cliffs, with the blue waters
bathing its terrace, on which mimosas
and orange trees are blooming, there
stands u pink and white villa, half hid
den among r~ed-trunked pines, dark
blue jumpers, and black thuyas.
Here for two months Madame dc
Nignes has been dom:ailed with her
son Jacques and her ward Juiiette, the
daughter of a distant relative.
Jacques had graduated with high
honors: but, coming into possession of
a fortune upon attaining his majority,
he had thrown aside all books and Sc
rious TIN lights for life of the emptiest
pleasules-a course which had sue
with astonishing rapidity.
Both Nine. de Vignes and .Juliette-
now q girl of eighteen, and giving
eycry. premise of rare beauty and
sweetly sympathetic character-were
at this time making the most patient
and earnest eff, rts to check the malady
with which jacques had been stricken.
and it was with heavy hearts that they
noticed his apparent rebellion of late
against the strict regimen prescribed
by his physicians, and his frequent re-
turn to the villa after the night dew
had begun to fall.
Mime. de Nignes, not only in view of
the fact that Juliette's ample fortune
would now CONE in most OPPORTUNITY
to swell her sons sadly reduced reve-
nues, but also for the reason that JUL
ette was an altoge her charming and
delightful girl, certain to make a noble
wife and devoted mother, had dreamed
of q union between her and Jacques.
Now, however, an opposition as strange
as 1t was stubborn had arisen to thwart
her wishes, not, as might be readily
supposed, based upon the fact Of
jacques illness, apparently past all
human aid. but upon q romantic within
or sentimental notion of Jacques that
he must, oui of gratitude to Fierre for
tho long years OF unselfish affection for
and devotion to him, give him Juli-
etc." a, he phrased it.
III must have her, mother" was
the sick mans oft-repeated words. He
is worthy oil her, too, for where, pray
tell me. can you find a nob,er, more UNI
selfish, more industrious, more talent
ed man than Pierre l%aurier?: I'd been
dead ten times over had he not watched
YER me, nursed me-. saved me from
myself. Gcd bless him."
Nine. de- Vignes was only too ready
to admit the justice of jacques posi-
tion.
But, my son." urged his mother,
"Juliette loves you. Juliette has al
ways loved you. l can't say to her,
stop loving Jacques and Eegin to love
Pierre"
For his devotion to Jacques, and for
his watchful care over his weak and
erring friend, Ju iette was deeply and
heartily grateful to the young artist,
and he was always sure Of q most cor
dial welcome, from both her and Nine.
de Vignes.
One evening shortly after his break
with Clemence. Lanrier received a
Vignes. He found jacques alone in
the salon. and his heart sank within
him at sight of the progress which the
lnsldlous ailment rad made of late in
sapping the last remnant of De Vignes'
vitality. Unjust bs quick" murmured
the artist, Tor it will be TOD late."
The fact Is Jacques mad within the
past few weeks experienced such a
feeling of utter hopelessness ana de-
spair in his struggle for life that the
darl ng project of his college days, to
wit, the be towal of the hand Of the
beautiful heiress Juliette upon his
worthy and industrious friend Pierre.
SO %engrossed his thoughts that Nine.
de Nignes yielding to the within. had
promised on this particular evening to
make Juliette look as radiant as the
morning star" so Jacques had ex-
pressed.
where's Juliette?" askel Laurier.
"Oh, don be impatient. my boy" re-
piled aclues, rubf ing his thin, trans.
parent hands together. .She IL be
uown PIE. emily, and then, ali. then
you II see something to set your art
lstic imagination in aquiver Of delight
IA dream of loveliness, q very sub.
stantial dream, too, my dear friend
twenty thou. I'd francs income. What
do you say to that"
Riches are death to art, .Iacques,"
re )lied Pierre solemnly. as he dropped
into a seat and passed his hand over
his eyes, as If to brush away those
shadows and shapeless forms which so
often noat before the weary eye.
BAH" exclaimed Jacques. athe
money wouldn't be yours. Juliette
could order IN occasional picture when
trade was dull, that's all. But what's
the matter, old fellow: One would
say that you had the consumption and
that 1 was the big-chested and rcd
checked artist. Why. cheer up, man
you look five years older than you did
the other evening at Patrizzi's. Don t
worry about me; this dying business 1,
g eatly exaggerated, you know. It 8
only the affair Of o minute. It's Just
the same a death on the stage = It
creates q thousand pangs In the epecta-
tor and doesn't harm the actor"
Jutiette now made her appearance,
and Il must be cuufooeod she came