Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1894-11-22
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One year before Cora Testers father
had died, leaving his children orphaned.
and almost friendless. He had been ac-.
counted wealthy man. His house Son
the boulevard had been marvel of al
most barbaric magniflcence. But after.
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 the
small portion remaining to them, they.
went into the world alone. But slowly
their slender purse grew lighter and light
er and would have totally collapsed were
1t not that Max Marsden came forward
with kindly offers of assistance. He was
only a struggling, unsuccessful journal
list, but he was an old fgierl 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.
'sThey had o customer who was willing
to pay a good price for suitable work, !"
Max would answer gravely.
That night they went to the opera, and
Oh the way home Cora exclaimed:
s'I did not know how dearly loved
Verdi. I shall never hear bar of his
music without recalling my first opera,
Max-without remembering you.''
'sYou will not forget me? I am glad of
that. am going IL test your promise
sooner than you think, t's;lr. am going
away tonight. I"
sGoing away?''
The young voice was sharp with a
quick, constrained pain now to it.
Eyes. have obtained on trial the po-
sition went to Now York to procure. !
sail for England on Tuesday. And now
here is q piece Of good news to conntcract
the other. I went to SEQ your uncle today
ind had long talk with him. He is not
such grim, hard man as they say. He
is very lonely, old and childish He prom
Uses all luxury all kindness, if you will
both 80 to him and be as his own chill
lren. Seeing him as do with unpreju-
diced eyes, think lie regrets his past
heartlcss conduct"
"But, Max
"My child, know all you would say,
but Cedric is not strong enough to work,
md cannot go away leaving you so lone
IL 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 reyorently 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 tho blue, star studded sky.
Sho stood and watched him out of sight
with eyes growing strangely dim. Once
he paused and looked backward. She was
still standing there, 4 slim, dark figure
against that patch Of light.
sob, my love, God bless you'll he whis.
percd TREMENDOUSLY.
Five years later. The curtain at the
Grand Opera House in Paris roso on as
fine an audience as had ever assembled
within it's walls. III one of the boxes on
the grand tier sat three gentlemen. One,
tall, bronzed seldierly man, noticing
many glasses being leveled at an opposite
box, lifted his lorgnctte and looked across
the stage.
A lady with little coterie of admirers
had just entered She wore some soft,
silken dress, all aquamarine and silver.
There were water lilies in the golden hair
and emeralds on the white neck. A child
ish face, for all its pride, and that peculiar
poise of the head; a face with luminous
blue eyes, snowy, stately throat and
checks just dashed with roses.
WHO is she?'' Max Marsden questioned
breathlcssly.
"Ma foi!'' crieda viyacious littlo Frcnch-
man. ',You do not know? She is COM
patriot of yours-la belle Americainc. Her
name IS Lester-Mlle. Lester. y
''Ah!'' And then, after a pause, sWho
is that gentleman leaning over her chair?'
s'Ah, that is Savagneau," answered a
member of the American legation, ''the
Comte dc Savagneau. He is heir TO half a
dozen princely estates and is mademoi-
Gelles devoted slave But she will have
none Of him. She is beauty and an heir
css, and half Paris is mad about her, but
one might as we'll adore a statue No
marble is colder than she.
the literary lion of the day, looked with
l1eon 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
ia her hotel.
'.Whcn Mile. lester arrives, say that an
CID friend Graves q moments audience"
se-Ix lie
and laces along the corridor, paused in
amazement at the message. Then sho
bowed YEARLY and passed on to the grand
salon.
Maxi" she cried. Maxi"
Her face was TRANSPORTED. She held out
both hands i'll her old frank, fearless way.
He caught them tightly in his own. All
his soul was in his eyes rs he locked on
tho lovely lifted face. just one glance, and
over brow and check and white throat
famed q :ich color.
Cora" still holding her little hands in
his own and speaking hoarscly, tonight
las recalled the other night-when l left
you for your own sakc-because I dared
not stay. Perhaps the music has made mo
mad, fer I am daring, oh, my love, to
bring you now the tribute could not offer
five years agc!a
For one momens she was silent. Then
she lifted those truthful eyes Of hers.
Max, Shinl, that night my soul
sswokc, for since tlIcn '-all ne, the wom-
anly shyIess that crimsoned her checks!
for since then I have been WaitingP
--Wayerly Magazine
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