Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1894-07-20
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At q signal from the Prince O
servant entered and conducted the
sick man TO his carriage.
How long d. you give him. Doctor?:'
asked Patrizzi.
About three months, with coed luck
AMI plenty of codliver oil"
What, you going. too?" cried the
fly; that's a dangerous web which YOU
are buzzing around. Keep clear of
it,"
impossible y" murmurei Pierre
Laurier.
"Impossible:"echoed Patrizzi. "Well,
you trcnchmea a,tonish me! Why,
it's tic easie t thing in the world to
Cave u wOman-after you have done
it, he added, with u laugh. II know
whereof l speak" he continued, sud-
denly lowering his voice and taking
the puinter by the hand. "Lauricr.
don't be Il fool. Come, go with me to
tho Casino. and keep away from Glenn
ence \ lila"
Impossible, my Prince" cried
Pierre.
We'll, then: go your way, and good
night to YOU" exclaimed Fatrizzi. and
then turning to Davidoff he added:
"Doctor, There are some diseases which
~ Z w &otS0 AlICN ll1USV run JuSlI
course"
How late you arc this evening""
said Clemence Villa, as she laid her
novel down ON the sofa on which she
was lying stretched, her pretty arms
over her head and yawned. AT
Patrizzi's? Oh hate that man."
Why"
Because he hates me, | suppose"
"lie wouldn't hate you if you would
ONLY try To make INC happier"
Fab. the same old tune" And the
dangerous little %sorceress, more fasci
! Mating than ever in her fits of anger
seized the novel and flung it acros the
room. then turned her face to the wall
and for SO G answ to Pierre's p'ead
ings kicked q dainty slipper free from
, her fo t.
Come now, Clcmence," cntrcatee
the artist; lets mako up; let's he
friends"
~You know yourself" cried Clemence
in q smothered voice, for her face was
still buried in the pillow. that this
Patrizzi paid our to me like all the
rest of you, AMI that only after l re-
fused to take any notice of him did he
begin his exhibition of spite and ma
le%volcnce."
But why were you so hard on him?:"
queried Fierre, with unfeigned sur
prise.
With a bound the couchant tigress
sprang upon her feet, her eyes flash
ing, her pretty face distorted with. an
ge and pointing ut the. door she ex-
claimed, in q voice %quivering with
rage:
sMy little man, if you came here TO
insult M. there the door"
"Oh, l kno. that you don't care any,
thing for mo-" replied Pierre, sadly:
You We always taken good care to let
ME see that"
Then why don't you go?" replied
Clenence. IF you ere still kind to
Inc. l could und. rstand your obstinacy:
but you spend your time abusing me to
your friends and insulting mo in my
own house. and simp y because l don't
Yell to your whims and shut myself up
with you alone. What Il charming
prospect. And you y an migrate, toe.
Otl.e Y are only too happy to put up
with my caprices. l ovel you once,
and you know it. You used to b. u
cha ming fellow, but for the last three
months you've lost your head. Good
night. I don't know how to take
of lunatics: so to an asylum"
Mover had Clemence looked more
bea, tiful, more fasc mating, more Sc
| ductive than at the very moment she
was enptying the vials of her wrath
upon Pierre's devoted head. The
painter gazed with sad delight upon
the eX luisite beauty of her form as
she stood leaning against the mantelin
an attitude of Circean scorn. Pierre
walked slowly toward he", and seating
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muied tender:y:
IF, rgivc. / am suffering deeply, for
l love y. Il and am jealous"
She fixed her eyes upon him with q
cold stare. so much the worse. for !
have no notion to put up with your
suspicious and brutal treatment any
owe. with: YOU need not trouble your
! self t, call again. "A pallor spread
over fierre's face.
You drive me away?:"
Yes. 1 drive you away.
Because you love some one else?!'
asked the artist, in low and measured
tones.
WHAT difference can that make to
you:" replied Clemence. II don't love
| you any more; that's all you need to
knew"
Pierre felt the hot FLOOD tingling in
| his cheeks. us my a credit
to me::" he asked in bitter tone. you
know cne's self-resrect"-
"Oh. calm yourself on that point"
interrupted tho cold- FLOODED enchant-
ress. II shan't lcse anything by the
exchange. He is young. he is rich, he
is handsome: YOU dined with him to-
Night: you have just leftfhim."
"Lovidotf::" blurted out Laurier.
stuI etied at the woman's cool audacity.
Bah" cried Clemenca. with a con
temptuous cu,l OF her lip. That Rus
sian cynic who de. pises women; VINO
wouldn't hesitate to u e the knout en-
one: No. nc my by, is a charming
fellow: gentle somewhat gloomy, but
entirely devoted to me-"
AT ,hes. words Pierre Laurier, be-
side himself with rage, Selling Gle.
mence Villa b. the wrists, in spite of
her struggles, pressed her against the
wall, and, meeting her wratnlul gaze
with flashing eyes, Missed tho words:
You mean Jacques de Nignes?"
u LIDO"