The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-09-18
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My elder son, Marquis Horace do Pen
Valloct, she said, presenting him, add
ing, Late its usual u
You know why, mother, he answered
coldly
could not take my eyes off the new.
conner Where had met him3 His voice
awoko some disagrecablo memory, yet ]
could not place him.
The conversation became liveler I un-
derstood that the marquis had lived in In
dla and asked whether it was so.
:" have travelled great DEAL ho an
s~ered laconically
TOO much, added his mother
Are not the eastern climates rather
trying to Europeansf' l asked, not know
ing exactly what to say.
He shook his head II never was bet.
ter than when travelling. Only spent
my fortune--a thing my mother cannot
forgot"
Your fortune and part OF mine, Z"
added the marquse rather bitterly.
We turned the conversation, and when
dinner was over feared the long evening
yet to come.
Mime. dc Pen valloet proposed game
of bezique to me, while Rene sat down to
tho piano, and with II pretty tenor voice
sang uerllan anu Breton songs
At last came the time for retiring
signaled to Eliane, who was in languid
conversation with the elder PEN Valleet,
while the younger was still warbling away.
''Wel2i said when we were alone
She stiflcd yawn. LET us go to bed
am tired to death"
mot before you have told mo your i'm
preston of the two candidates" "
THE younger is handsome; he has
pretty voice and dresses well. That is all
know so far.
And the otherp'
She laughed 1.-THE otherf Why, he
hasn't cent. He doesn't count as
match, guardie, DEAR
True. ! always thought you were
sensible girl"
Next morning 1t was late when awoke.
l had hardly finished my toilet before
Eliane, fresh and bright as tho morning,
knocked for ndmittance,
What Up alreadyf'
''Alrendyt Why, l have had a long
walk through the dewy woods. 1t was
exquisite" "
"Alone2"
''Oh, no. I made sure of an escort last
night
"Ahl hal So things arc working9"
Fpleilhiulyf my utdr kuHFultiii. open
your ears, ! have decided to marry"--
Handsome Rcner'' said I, rubbing my
hands.
mo. / am going to marry the coach
man who drove so well yesterday. As
soon as placed my hand in his knew he
was a man woman could trust. But
here he is to tell you that you are not
dreaming "
She opened the door, and Horace de
Pen Valloet entered
''Myselfp' he said, smiling at my aston
ishment. MY story is not long, but
rather unusual. l wanted to he soldier
My mother objected. l obcyed her, but
the spirit of adventure possessed me. As
soon as was Of age started on trip
around the world. Ny mother told you
that l spcnt my fortune and part of hers
/ dare say committed my share of Iollies
When my means We're exhausted, l re
turned home. The fatted calf was not
killed In my honor On the contrary, ]
Ind to put up with reproachcs, complaints
and taunts. What was / to dor Ineapa-
bic Of earning my living, cxasperatcd at
hearing myself reproachcd for eating the
bread Of idlcness, l offered to take the
place Of my mothers coachman, who had
died. lloved horses-and you know l can
drive.
Il still feel it," said I, shaking myself
''When | offered my services to my
mother, | was half joking, but she accept
ed in earnest, SO became tho coachman
l take care of my animals, aid when 1t il
necessary put on the livery. AT night l
resume my dress suit, my title and my
rights as elder son. And this might have
gone on forever but for tho coming of this
libcrating fairy, my charming fancee
who, l think, understands me-and viii
try to love mo n little. Translated From
the French For Argonaut.