The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1895-06-08
ZETTE.

Upon the posters which hung ON the
outside of the carriage she was styled
mile. Antonio, Somnambule Extralu-
eide"
Her mother called her Fletcher real
name wa Suzanne.
She was a pretty girl, not very large,
with fair complexion and long black
hair that she let float about her during
her consultations, though ordinarily she
wore it in a loose coil upon the nape Of
a neck that was perfect.
Never having done much work, her
hands were delicate and well shaped.
She was enough Of q coquette to wish to
keep them SO. She had q finely modelled
form, and to have seen her simply dress
ed in some quiet color, with the gait Of
a wise little workwoman, one would
never have suspected her strange calling.
Her mother, Nine. Floury was as lit
tie like others of her class as her daugh-
ter. About her there was nothing in
common with the shrews who frequent
fairs in red dresses and soiled skirts.
She had the air Of a little merchant who
was good and proper, with a winning,
honest smile, and people stopped before
the carriage and q entered there
without thinking of the charlatanism
on the posters) in order to see the interi-
or Of this small dwelling that smelled
SO sweet.
The vehicle was painted brown, with
a thread Of gold running the lengths of
the plinths. There was a tiny balcony
in front Of it, and ON this balcony con-
volvulus and nasturtium vines, planted
in boxes, twined about wires up to the
roof, where they clustered in bright hued
punches.
Along the route persons stared in
amazement at this queer coach all COW
cred with garlands of flowers.
The two women We're always together,
but associated very little with their
neighbors. They were not proud, and
having the best of hearts were the first
to offer to care for a sick child or to
give to others In distress. Indeed the
foreigners who knew them we'll loved
them sincerely, even though they did
feel somewhat oppressed by what they
termed their grand manners"
There was, however, some one who
was all devotion to Zette and her mother.
= II was a young gymnast of two and
twenty in a large travelling circus that
had very nearly the same itinerary as
Mime. Floury. His name was Jacques,
but on the p1aybills they spelled it jack.
He was exceedingly handsome and Of no
common type. There was fire in his eyes
nd much intelligence in his smile.
There was, too, much tenderness in this
same smile, especially when he spoke to
Zette. Fis love for this pretty brunette
so unlike any other woman he had
seen about him in his wandering life
was very sincere,
Near her he felt himself quite another
man to what he was in the circus. There
was such an atmosphere Of honesty sur
rounding Zette that his own manners,
when with her, We're altogether different
from what they had been, and he was
astonished at how we'll they became him.
Then, too, he had dreamed Of being
loved by this sweet girl and Of never
being separated from her. Their posi-
lions accorded admirably. His salary
was good, and some day perhaps he
might enter one Of the great circuses Of
Lyons or Paris. It would be charming
to find so sweet a little wife awaiting
his coming after his work was done.
He had often spoken to Zette of these
plans. He loved her SO dearly that it
could not be possible she did not love
him at least a little.
Zette always listened silently, visibly
touched by what she heard, and he
thought each time she would say EYES,
but when he had finished by asking, with
such pleading in his eyes, will you be
my wife, Zette?' she replied very grave
~, mo"
Then Jacques would be astonished.
Why noti Could it be that she did no
believe him when he said he loved her
that she had no confidence in him tina,
she did not love him?
Eyes, ! love you," Zette answered
sweetly. ''but I do not wish to marry
you"
and she would never say why.
One day, however, Mime. Floury
blamed her for refusing the hand Of thi
0rays LED.
Listen, mother" she said. II ador,
Jacques, and I believe I shall always re
main single because I do not wish t
marry him Do you remember the da
when we went together to the circus?
saw as We entered how all the wome
who were there turned their lorgnette
toward him, and afBrward they s1nils
andtalked about him ind tried %
tract his attention by applAuding hin
/ ought perhaps to have been proud
think that this man whom they&l Wan
ed loved me, and that ! mad only to 81
the word to b his wife. All, well,
nv heart there was nothing but Jealous
wanted to tear the lorgnettes awj
from those women. From what I suff'
ed that evening !! understood how mu
more I might suffer if we were marie
No, that cannot be. He is too handson
See? Suppose some day, when he b
grown tired Of me-, n OF those won
should take him from me. l would