Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1894-07-14

| Sign T, bne ansWcrcu' Wish 80
termined look in her black eye& ~
would marry the eldest sonP
Marietta" answered the Chevalier,
with mock severity. 'you have learned
from your mistress way Of TESTING
which makes me SILVER STILL" ap.
purently relenting, 81 will be on the
look out. promise YOU ! don't like
the Eng fish much. shouldn't care Il
you did marry one Of them"
"A Thousand thanks, Signor. May
60. now?'
"ies, Marietta. yea That Ii all"
If you should hear OF such a situa.
ton, Signor, q letter to my brother,
Allergo di Napoli. will always reach
me-"
Very well, Marietta; shall re-
member"
"Addio, Signor."
'Addio, Marietta"
The moment the door closed behind
ier Karl rose from the lounge, with q
iespairing gesture.
"unevalier. Chevalinr" he gasped.
lid your hear! She has gone, gone
with that tenor! My God: how she has
lied to me, aud l, poor fool, believed
her." Then, turning tiercely upon his
companion. "You knew her, Cheva-
lier, and yet you cast me into her
! clutches
"Do you reproach me with that
igain?" replied De Carnelles, calmly.
True. i did know her. out did not
know you. wanted you to catch q
,sphk + the Prom.thean fire, and sou
mus, needs plunge hca long int an
uoyss Of flame. All. well, / suppose
il is NO more than the necessary or.
d al You lacked fore the power
that comes from suffering. You have
suffered and you will be great Come,
, come. cheer up, my Karl, and achieve
a triumph which shall make her LADY,
ship biu>h for her inconsistency.
Inc nsIancy. The words sounded
like u knell IN the ra S of Karl Ros-
vein What inc nstancy could be
baser than that which he had di.-
play cd! With all lis shame
anu suffering at the falscness
of his idol, there was a
certain vague feeling of re-
lief that the chains which had bound
him and weighed him down were ut
last unriveted. The scales were fall
ny ( om his eyes and his own afro
cious conduct TO those who had been
n, or, st and dearest to him was gradu-
ally appearing TO him in its true light.
'uh. my youth he cried; my hap
pines and my honor! She has tram.
D ed them all under her feet.'
THE viper" muttered the Chevalier
between his Set teeth. MY dear boy"
he continued, strid,ng up and down
the room; I'VE have both been wrong.
] have loved music too much; you have
loved woman too much. Every one
of US is born endowed with q certain
amount Of sentiment, viii q higher
power Commands should be given,
partly to the Giver, partly to ones
family, partly to ones country, and
the rest to the pleasures of life. We
have both broken this law; we have
concentrated all our p wers Of affec-
tion upon a single object; ! upon
muse, You upon woman. We are
both cursed. lose the work of my
life through the very means by which
! hoped to preserve II, and you have
well nigh ruined your body, your soul,
and your genius. All. why did 4 rget
that from time immcmorial such omen
as she have been the instruments OF
disaster 70 men!
lie Chevalier was very much agi.
tated; his brow was c GUIDED, and his
utterance was excited and rapid.
karl sst still, his face hiduen in his
hands. A. the Chevalier looked At
him sudden determination seemed to
sei.e him. Pausing in his hurried
pacing OF the apartment, he stopped
near the table and said in q very
grave. solemn voice:
''RosweiD, what can still be saved
from this wreck, | will save at any
cost l would nave preferred TO pre-
pare you for what am about TO say,
but there is no time. Listen"
"No, NO, murmured tile young man,
without rais;ag his head. There is
no more TO be sid. Leave me alone
with my shame and misery"
! There was Infinite pity in De Car
nelles' eyes, D6t e.,uHi determination.
There is more, much more, TO be
said," he replied. "For once in my
life, speak seriously, and you must
heai me-"
"N our will is law" said Karl,
weariiy.
e, did not come directly from
Spa H." proceeded the Chevalier. "a
matter OF bus. ness called me TO Sicily.
dia not know how to get rid OF my
evenings, aud / passed them in walk
A. xt,kf 81. q.
beaut. full, u corner OF Eden forgotten
BY the Deluge. Never was any one
le.s inclined to melancholy than |.
And yet somehow my spirits uld
sink. perhaps IL was fatigue; perhaps
II was q presentiment One evening
! Il was last week.
The Che alier, hes tatcd, paused,
and pouring out glass of water,
drama n Swallow or tw.,, and then re-
sumeu his narration IN u steadier tone:
lone evening. was wa king through
o valley sheltered by the sea, and
which Is renowned for tle purity Of
It's air. Among the huts scattered
through this val ey noticed little
house Oi more prelensions, u sort Of
cottage. As ap ruached, melted by
. fatal curiosity, ! head, all ut once,
proceeding iro,n an orchard adjoining
the no Sc the heavy and velvety tones
/ Of n violoncello.
Al III, se words Roswein started rs II
moved by un electric shock. He
turned his nSggard eyes up IN DE Car
nelles and s.ret he'd out has hands i'm
ploringIy, Tut not Q word escaped
from his quivering lips
De Carnelle> heart smote him, but
be proceeded Inexorably:
Il knew the instrumental knew
the touch"
'Chevslier," faltered Karl; ''Cheva-
lier, in mercy, spare me-tell me no
more
"Do you ;hink this recital gives me
pleasure returned De Carnelles
quietly. The !, after q moment or
two: my passion for music, togeth' =