The morning news., 1894-09-02

that"
Because, 1 replied, "at atFontainebleau
we kept regular hours. allowed ourselves
no cerebral excitement, drank no cham
payne, heard no one whisper Little
Castlehigh is awfully in love with Nine
de Canapes,' or The countess is de-
cidedly sweet on ce cher garcoup | have
simply proved, dear lady that society
was forcing US, with its champagne and
talk, TO think of each other, whereas
nature left US to our own individual and
separate thoughts. Oh, that fortnight in
FontaiuebleauR We scarcely spoke twice
a day. Silence is repose aud repose is
bliss. To think that we might have been
vulgar lovers A few days more
at Paris aud my fate, at least.
was sealed. But | understood the
dangers of our situation Could any
thing be more paradoXical and modern
than our elopement to Foutainebleau?
Carry off a woman mysteri0usly at night
two hours by rail to a strange town, re-
main there fortnight en- tete-a-tetei And
all that not to become lovers but. on the
contrary, to escape the necessary, the
historical development of situation with
out issue. Don't you think that our late
adventure gives us inCOntestable superi-
Ority over the greatest wits of our agei"-
She seized both my hands and fixed my
eyes 1t was rapid, searching, wondrous
AOOh Olllg uCE IRREGULAR anu IuODlle lace
could have such an expression and for
half a second she seemed to tear open Inv
soul, take peep, see it all, and shut it
up. Then she sat down on the sofa and
gaZed meditatively at me. Humor and
disappointment were blended in her i'm
pied smile. She crossed her arms, nodded
her head, examined her little feet slowly.
one after the other, and sighed THE
wit of mani" She shrugged her shoulders
pbnruliVolX- qG Ghn feay.n tt,d anh
time with quite new and singular in
tonation: "The wit of man, the wit of
man I"
Most people would have been put out by
the obvious double meaning of this remark,
but | am psychologist in fact, / pride
myself not little on my penetration. l
understood that she smiled at my wit,
compared me to others, and sighed as she
regretfully reelected how few men are
really capable of such subtitle conduct
with women. They are few indeed
Then she buried her face in her hands
to think. Aud, with equal unexpected-
ness, came softly to me and kissed my
cheek. Thank you she said in a
strangely far-otf voice Though a youth,
you are great philosopher Henceforth,
we are friends; we will never allow so
ciety to make us pose one to the other,
but meet sometimes and rest together
she trippeu away out of the room. But
the door suddenly reUpened and she
leaned forward, Offering her exquisite
figure to my view like a bouquet, as she
smiled with her sweet, red lips. ''The
wit of man, ha hap she laughed as she
ran downstairs. Ef g..
Nearly every day Nine. de Canaples
comes to sit in my study Her work bas-
ket and favorite books are in corner;
even when absent the atmosphere of her
pervades the room like a spirit and
soothes me. We are usually quite silent
but when l do speak she listens, as she
did when l first read my poems 10 her
aud the tickering gold in her brown eyes
seems to light my memory and color my
expression The other dav she said Il
know exactly the position which ] occupy
between your books and cigarettes -
Her tone was somewhat bitter. But /
proved to her that she is my most
precious friend, for she never bores me,
following all my moods and indulging
them in manner most surprising when
| think Of it. Really. ! am so thankful
that for once resisted the temptation of
flirting. Love Woulda have spoiled our
friendship as IT does everything. Even
Nine. de Canaples torments her lover.
For she is going to marry Jacques de
Chandieu; at least she tells me so. But
on this sub sect she lavishes all the caprice
and childishness which friendship seems
to have drowned in her with me. Some
times she speaks passiouately of lie beau
Jacques, who is dashing officer of Chas-
seurs, somewhat brainless, veryohand-
some, aud quite spoiled by Nine. de Plot
Chandieu. At other times Nine. de Can
aples says that she hates him and her
sudden reversions of feeling are rapidly
beginning to torment him into a man of
thought. He obeVs her like faithful
dog. She snubs him, as Il woman does a
rrt1l Ia /, .ss1,
me she is unfailing in her gentle consider
alton, ccaseless in her delicate attentions.
And the moral Of all this is: If you like
a woman don't make love To her: if YOU
love her don't marry her. | told her so
the other day. She blushed and laughed
till the tears rolled down her Cheeks, say
ing rs usual, The wit of mani" as she
wiped her eyes and composed herself back
to the letter which | was debating to my
London tailor
But do wish she would marry Jacques
ana be done with it, Her capricious
treatment of him and appeals to my sym
pathy are rather Jeazing. She always
wants to know what I think. Now that
is just what don't do when she is by me;
| then sim ply take repose in hor society
from all mental exertion II has become
a habit. and these constant demands on
my reasoning faculties, though fattering,
bore me. Can no woman ever leave well
alonel
When she came in this afternoon | saw
by the way she hovered about nv chair
before sitting down that something was
on her mind. She wore a red dress very
like that which she had on the day first
saw her at Nine de Retz's garden party
She struck me as prettier than ever, and
her charming figure was JOY to my eyes
as she lay on the sofa, or leaned over TO
read my last poem. There is about her
something suayely womanly which acts
like a charm on man. She has that
fragrance of body and soul which makes
me feel as though life is really worth liv-
ing when she is at my side.
II am decided TO marry JACQUES " she
said, as she poured me out a cup of tea.
AT last! Allow me TO congratulate
you" remarked, with a vast assump-
tion Of interest.
No! ] am very misera ble," she sighed,
as she passed me the cup.
why"
Because don't love him enough"
"Why marry MIN them"
"Because-because / am lonely, ReRin-
aid !" and her expression was piteous as
she repeated: "Oh, so lonelyp
Did you love M. de Canaples2"
NO / was too young"
Have you ever loved any one2" / in
quired airily after pause.
She jumped to her feet like a startled
deer and confronted me with burning
eyes ''Yes - she said fercelv YES ~