The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1894-10-12

THAT cannot be- my betrothed, it ia
a priestl' Signorina d. Estournel whis-
pered to the marquis
You are right; he is very insult
ably attired." And the old gentle
man shot a lightning fash of his eyes
at his SON.
To hesitate is TO be lost. The
cavalier, his henrt encased ia triple
bronze. passed on, apparently in-
sensible to the furious chances of his
parent, to the represscd mirth of
Solange and Jest Of his cousins. Com
I ing before the signorina. who. with
eyes archly cast TO one side, regarded
him coyly from beneath her long
lashes, he bowed. and with a voice
full Of entreaty begged of her the
favor Of a minuet.
'-At last he is arousedr grumbied
the marquis. But what a gawlx
Who ever saw such dancer?"
Silvandro retained all the dignity
of a prophet king dancing before
tomb. He accomplished the figure"
with imperturbab sang froid and
dropped his cassoclS upon the floor
At heart, despite of his seeming inn
passiveness, he began TO feel CON
fused, and sort of giddiness assaulted
him. Under the fiery cross he intend
dancer Without lifting his eyes he
OWNED the ironical smile that went
round, the biting epigrams
An officer of the Royal Dauphins, in
a neutenant's uniform, mus ached,
and having the air Of a lad killer,
grated particularly upon his nerves.
He suspected the significance of the
chances that passed between him and
Solange. Oh. if he could keep her
from him foreverl
Brought face to face with the young
lady he had wished to begin his dis
course. But moved by the influence
Of the ball, the sounds OF the orches-
ira, or other causes, he could not end
the proper words.
''Barbarous parents, to disdaiu our
sanity vocation"
Speaking in the plural WAS all very
fine.
''Only an angel himself were wor-
thy of such angelic spouse-of whom
to whom"
Cropping for words he lost the thread
Of his discourse, and became more and
more involved, hypnotized by the
gloss Of a velvet beauty patch, and q
delicious dizziness which came with
the coquettish glance above the YER
million cheek of Solange.
there not be new Paracelsus, grow
ing in grace, in virtue, in sanctity.
She looked at him in astonishment.
trembling from head to foot and bite
ing her lips. And then came the
brief moment of giddiness.
'sThe church will not lose a servant
nor philosophy genius lilze-lilse -'
A bell-like ripple of laughter inter
rupted him. Yes, SOlange laugheil
Red, disconnected, he waited for her
mirth to pass.
Pardon me; but It is too amusin ~
And she smothered in her handxer-
chief new attack Of mirth.
''Signorina, please do not laugh at
me-!
But is it not ridiculous2'' responded
Solange, dryly.
Ridiculous! This to one who thought
himself a stole philosopher Her
words deeply wounded the self-love
of the young man.
well" she said, your franlzness
allows me equal liberty of speech. 4
shall therefore decline"
'sAh, no. nol'' cried Silvandro, with
knitted brows This was service he
did not wish to receive from her.
"But. perhaps. you prefer the officer
who was our vis-a-vis just now2H
Perhaps"
Il am complimented," said silvan-
dro. between his teeth.
Solange watched him with hale
closed eyes, and again the giddiness
seized him
please conduct me to my aunt
signor."
''At your command, signorina-
But instead of taking her hand 70
assist her in rising, silvandro seated
himself beside the lady.
Come. signorina," he said, '4et us
be friends You desire it?'
"Assuredly."
LET me treat you with the honesty
of brother. / may be able to give
you good counsel That officer, your
cousin know him by reputation
is unworthy of you"
'sTruly2T
Eyes; he is a soap Frace-dissoluta
"a man without principle. He would
render you unhappy"
Can this be true?"
do not doubt il. He has inn
pressed you by his soft words, but be
is a boaster who has little truth 70 sup
port what he says"
4 have suspected as much"
Again that strange giddiness
He makes me appear, perhaps,
colo, lIAlHGEcnbs WniAc AA EF@AAA8 NMN
heart beats-feel it beat now.
1t is true Beneath the soft hand
of his companion the heart of the poor
cavalier was beating a gamut IF
emotions.
You know what that means. aiR-
norma; you know what ] feel. IL says
TO YOU
Silvandro had become truly elo-
quent. But all the fires Of rhetoric
D9rrr r.1r-.sI Is