The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1894-12-15

clGsped in each others arms. full OF pas.
sion and pain, giving mute expression
10 the memory OF the happy months
they had spent together. and to remorse
for the year Of happiness they had lost
by their separation.
They sst down close TO one another,
band In hand completely overcome by
their feelings.
At last the comte bethourht himself
OF his forefatherI, one OF whom had
climbed the steps of the scaffold in '93,
whiStling tune from the "Inde. Gal
lantes."
"Well, never mind" raid he, with a
smile. 81 suppose ought not to COM
plain. | sm dying OF complaint which
will be fashionable tomorrow.
But Odette looked at him reproach-
fully, and he did not continue. Women
have no taste for irony.
They chatted about old times; at first
almost in whisper, as il they were in
room where death had stricken down
fellow creature; then, by degrees. the
remembrance Of better DAYS brought to
mind little incident which made their
lips smile, while their eyes caught sight
on the wall OF some object recalling par
ticuiars OF the life they had led former
ly. such as the pictures OF chase, which
evoked the sounds Of the huntsman's
horn as it rent in glowing gladness the
November mist, aud they dwelt with
pleasure on the day when they had
cantered side by side, rustling the
brown leaves which covered the forest
path.
Miniature fans, dusty accessories OF
charming cotillons, reminded them OF o
German waltz which they had danced
before their marriage, and how they
had flirted the same evening under the
palm trees Of the hothouBe.
They lived over again their rides in
the Bots de Boulogne. under the green.
shady boughs, when they were like two
boys out for spree, breakfasting at
the Pavilion Chinois, and coming back
through the Champ Elysees to take
their part in the exuberant life of the
gay city; they would part for a few
hours, yearning to meet agatn-atter be-
ing bored at the club and at 5 o'clock
team their box at the opera or in the
tete-a-tete OF their home.
Raymond and 0dette were so alb
sorbed by these old souvenirs that they
became obvious OF time and Of tho terri
BILE circumstances which had brought
them together again.
The bell rang; they awoke to painful
reality and exchanged q horrible look Of
anguish.
CDR. Darlois." announced the valet.
"Why, you do not mean to say you
are out OF bed?" said the medical man,
with an amazed countenance. 81 was
coming to-
"You were coming?"
swell, don't see why ! should not
tell tho truth now that, thank God,
was mistaken. | was coming to make
quite sure you were dead"
"Much obliged" SMILED the Comte.
"Ther he is out OF danger? inquired
Odette, anxiously.
"There is no question about it. But
it is certainly very odd, for the Echo des
Cliniaues published yesterday an ex-
haustIye description Of the Mona. New
ertheless, pray be assured that l am
very happy
Unquestionably the doctor was very
happy. At the same time. il he had
told the whole truth, he would have ad-
mitted that be was rather vexed at hay-
ing been such bad prophet.
"0dette" suggested Raymond, in q
whisper, "do you not think you might
ask him to dinner with US in the even
ing?"-From the French IN The Strand
Mn1Gsine.