Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-12-17
AFTER MANY YEARS.

Qhu uleu, lcdfluS ND CHiluIcil oIPHoAou
and almost friendless. He had been 40
counted wealthy man. His house on
tho boulevard had been marvel of al
most barbaric magnificenoe. But aftor
his death the knowledge came to his chill
dren that the only heritage their father
left them was that of bitter poverty.
Their only relative, an uncle, because of
former enmity with his brother, refused
to aid them.
So, with childish pride, taking tho
small portion remaining to them, they
went into the world alone. But slowly
their slender purse grew lighter and light
or and would have totally collapsed were
it not that Max Marsden came forward
with kindly offers of assistance. He was
only struggling unsuccessful journal
list, but ne was an old friend Of the fami-
ly, and they looked up to him and trusted
him accordingly.
Many the little comfort which found
its way from his hands to this upper story
room. Cora got work painting porcelain
for city house. Often after offering to
deliver it she would cry out in surprise at
the ample pay her friend brought back.
''They had customer who was willing
to pay a good price for suitable work."
Max would answer grayely.
That night they went to the opera, and
on the way home Cora exclaimed:
II did not know how dearly loved
Verdi. I shall never hear bar Of his
music without recalling my first opera,
Max-without remembering you"
'You will not forget me? am glad OF
that. am going to test your promise
sooner than you think, dear am going
away tonight"
"Going away"
The young voice was sharp with q
quick, constrained pain new to it,
Eyes. have obtained on trial the po-
sition went to New York to procure. !
sail for England on Tuesday. And now
here is piece Of good news to counteract
the other. went to see your uncle today
and had long talk with him. He Is not
such grim, hard man as they say He
is very lonely, old and childish. He prom
ises all luxury, all Kindness il you will
both 60 to him and be as his own chill
dren. Seeing him as | do with unpreju-
diced eyes, I think lie regrets his past
hcartless conduct.
s'But, Max''-
"My child, know all you would say,
but Cedric is not strong enough to work,
and cannot go away leaving you so lone
" and helpless Besides it is not wholly
dependence. In his hands Is some money
of his fathers on which you have morally
a claim. Believe me, it is for the best"
He went into the house and shook hands
with Cedric. Then he stopped to Cora
and reverently touched her forehead with
bearded lips. A moment more, and the
great shabby figure had burst out of the
room and was striding rapidly away I'M
der the blue, star studded sky.
She stood and watched him out Of sight
with eyes growing strangely dim. Once
he paused and looked backward. She was
still standing there, slim, dark figure
against that patch OF light.
''Oh, my love, God bless you!' he whis'
pered TREMENDOUSLY.
Five years later. The curtain at the
Grand Opera House in Paris rose Oh as
fine an audience as had ever assembled
within it's walls. In one of the boxes OIL
the grand tier sat three gentlemen. One,
a tall, bronzed, soldicrly man, noticing
many glasses being levcled at an opposite
box, lifted his lorgnctte and looked across
the stage.
A lady with little coterio of admirers
silken dress, all aquamarine and silver.
There were water lilies in the golden hair
and cmeralds OH the white neck. A child
ish face, for all its pride, and that peculiar
poiso of the head; face with luminous
blue eyes, snowy, stately throat and
cheeks just dashed with roses.
"Who Is she?' Max Mersden questioned
breathlessly.
"Ma foil" cried vivacious little French
man. "You do not know? She Is com
patriot Of yours-la belle Amcricaine. Her
name Is Lester,-Mlle. Lester"
'sAhv' And then, after pause, WHO
Is that gentleman leaning oyer her chair?''
"Ah, that is Savagneau," answered II
member of the American legation, "the
Comte de Sayagneau. He is heir to half a
dozen princcly estates and Is mndemol-
selle's devoted slave. But she Will have
none Of him. She is beauty and an heir
ess, and half Paris is mad about her, but
ono might as we'll adore statue. No
marble is colder than She.
Max Marsden, the celebrated journalist,
the literary lion of the day, looked with
keen eyes across to that dainty vision with
water lilies in her hair.
During the last act she arose and gath
cred her rich wrap around her.
Half an hour later Max Marsden stood
in her hotel.
'When Mile Lester arrives, say that all
old friend Graves q moments audience"
Mademoiselle, trailing her shceny silks
and laces along the corridor, paused in
amazement at the message. Then she
bowed YEARLY and passed on to the grand
salon.
maxi" she cried. "Max!"
Her face was TRANSPORTED. She held out
both hands in her old frank, fearless way.
He caught them tightly in his own All
his soul was In his eyes as he looked oil
the lovely lifted face. just one glance, and
over brow and cheek and white throat
famed rich color.
Cora" still holding her little hands in
his own and speaking hoarsely, tonight
has recalled the other night-when I left
you for your own sake-because ! dared
not stay. Perhaps the music has made me
mad, for am daring, oh, my love, to
bring you now the tribute could not Offer
five years agoP'
For one moment she was silent. Then
she lifted those truthful eyes Of hers.
MAX, think that night my soul
awoke, for since then '-ah me, the WON
anly shyness that crimsoned her cheeks
flor since then have been waiting
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