The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-01-13
ICHAPTER III.-CoxrISrEp.l

she was sharp and bitter, anu the
reason therefor was niui plain TO the
poor little maid. A h. said do was
to assist her mistress into another
ravishing robe, that she might go To
dinner in becoming costume.
To the people in the big dining
room Mademoisele was the picture Of
sweetness and light. Two gentle
young things who carressed their ten
der moustaches after soup declared she
was a brunette angel.
Rich? should say"
'Dress-makcr?''
,'Ah, yes. Pity. With all that
money Teller might do very well.
Sce?"
YES. Social rules forbid. Hang
rules"
Hop to-night?"
Nothing better to do Know Teller
knows herr"
Sister does"
Might ask her to presenting at hop.
Lots fun"
Sister wouldn't. Girls so strange"
Mean to get il"
What? Introduction TO La Rochet?"
"IIorrid audacious, but must have
fun. If Yardstickic were here, be all
right"
"Why? Does he know hero"
Guess not. But he'd bring it
round. Royal can do anything like
that Great man"
Sister says she worked for his
mother. Must know her. Oh!'
I,,,rt
NO Idea. Recollect funny thing.
Paris last winter. Met Royal with
lady. Girl like that, tall, brunette
very French. Everywhere with him.
Can't tell what reminds me of her.
Cant be same?"
"Ah! Awful idea! 1t does look like
. her."
Foolish idea. Drcssmaller Royal
knows too much"
No. Can't be. That girl was poor
Royal paid bills like little man"
Great folly. Got over it?''
YES. Royals cured. No money
now. Very sad, you know"
Hop tonight"
Yes Smoke now"
The half-holiday had brought great
company to the hotel, and the little
world On the sand gave itself up to
outdoor pleasure. Mademoiselie
would also go out and take the air by
the water, for the day had become
sultry. Besides, she must think. The
unexpected had happened. She had
hoped TO find him, to confront him in
the hotel, and openly to demand rccog-
milton. Months and months had passed
since she had seen him, and she felt
certain melancholy pity for her.
self in finding in her disappointment
how much she had wished to meet
him publicly and to humiliate him in
some striking and dramatic scene that
would satisfy her sense of justice--and
the picturesque. lie would fall on his
knees, and she would pour ont her
wrath-no, hetwouldnt do that. He
would vince, perhaps, but would hold
his head erect through it all. What
folly to think of what might be! She
had learned much since she had reached
America She had learned more at
this place. lie had already strayed into
some net. She must examine the net.
Perhaps it might prove another wea-
)pon in her hands.
Mademoiselle's appearance on the
be CHI did mot attract special atten-
ton. She was dressed with what
might be called elegant pIainness. =
Her manners were ladylike and re-
served, and, while many bestowed
passing glance upon her costume, none
needed the woman. The batncrs were
noisy and numerous, and she passed
along the rear of the throngs gathered
on the beach and took the path to-
wards the lighthouse without cxcit-
ing comment. Lovers there were at
intervals along the way, and
party of children padding
and wading with white and shining
legs in the creamy surf. Love and play
are too absorbing to notice grief, par
ticularly il it passes with serene face
and robed in the latest style. She saw
the lovers with n feeling of envy. She
watched the children with sigh.
She came to the big yellow boulder
and sat down to look over the sea, and
tnlDk. lie WHltc tONcT, Tic lllLlt
house planted almost in the surf, the
wide sea, the soft warm sky, and the
white mountainous clouds in the west,
all appealed to her to rest-to rest and
think. There was only n slight rip
pie on the water, yet the surf slowly
Numbered and doomed at her feet, the
dying waves of some distant storm. So
il seemed that her life had becom e.
serene and fair, yet moved by slow
heartbeats of far-off sorrow.
There was shadow on the water.
She looked to the west The sun had
disappeared behind one of the alpine
heights of cumulus, leaving a faint
glow OF red on the sky beyond the
irregular line of vivid silver that
touched the edge OF the cloud. Gould
it be forebodings IF n storm? Was it
a vague hint of more rain--more tears.
perhaps lightning-in her stormy life?
The surf was most irregular in its