The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1895-05-10

It was the height of the season at
ene of those seaside resorts at the
South of France, at which all national
ltes meet, when the hum of polyglot
Conversation rose above the soft MUIR
knur of the waves, and where the es-
ssnce Of the perfumer..s shop Wed with
8he fragrant odor Of the orange roses.
The promenade upon which the band
was, playing was crowded with pleasure
Seekers some of them seated at small
marble tables eating ices, slipping cool
ing drinks, whilst others were strolling
6rm In arm through the groves OF
Srees which bordered the promenade,
senlng in faint whispers the old tale,
Which ever seems new, though dating
from the time the world began. The
Boft evening~air. the gentle splash Of
Ehe waves, and the deep blue water
licked with particles Of silvery light,
when the moon cast It's beams upon
,hem, all seemed Ito whisper the same
2hlng, whilst theS low amorous music
Brought about the period oftbliss when,
Fsoft eyes looked love to eyes, which
looked again."
Some distance from the crowd on the
Fhite stone jetty which runs far out
hto the sea. a man and woman were
discussing in low and earnest accents.
Che woman was dark and petite in
&gure, with those dark liquid eyes and
fpe rosy lips, sure signs of Andalusian
firth. She was dressed in black and
lad cast a lace veil over her head.
fhilst the only signs OF color about
er were the red roses in the
prsage of her dress; she was
eated on the wall which pro-
pets the jetty on the seaward side.
Ter hands were idly toying with a fan,
Nnd her tiny foot, encased in a kid
Upper, swung carelessfy to and fro
he man who was standing close by,
hd bending over her, was an English
IAN Of the pure Saxon type, a fair
pile Of his lips, whilst his figure was
lustaohe half concealed the pleasant
model of grace and symmetry.
Z Why will you ever treat me thus,
plores'' asked he, earnestly. You
bow how much I love you, and yet 1t
ever the same old story-T can never
yours Tonight 1 am determined
have more definite reply-come,
Pnf1de in me-"
I know that you love me, Lionel
rscoe,' anwered the woman, speak
g IN English, with a faint foreign
ecent "and that is why I promised to
Peet YOU here tonight. 1t is the last
me that we shall ever be together,
khd it is better for us both, for, Lionel,
love YOU"
Her voice sank almost to whisper.
IS she uttered these last words. and
Pc lifted her eyes to his face with an
Expression which amply guaranteed
Pc truth of her confession.
You love me!' cried the Englishman,
gerly seizing her hand, and carry
pg 1t to his lips. you love me, and yet
pu say we must part; does not this
ean strange contradiction"
Lionel Brscoe," answered she, "tell
e who I am"
Who are you," he repeated in some
nazement "Why, Dolores Corella,
e sweetest singer, and the most
aceful actress that has ever graced
e stage"
was that this morning." answered
e' With a heavy sigh, but tonight
am the Countess Bulosgi, the wife
ohe or the wealthiest and haught-
magnates of the Russian empire.
you look incredulous," she added,
ut my tale Is true for all that Four
ars ago Buloski saw me in my native
OF Tobeck, he became violently
anoned of me, and with my par
soilcitation, gave him my hand,
returned with him to his estate
Courland. Ay de mi, it was an
starred marriage, beneath the thin
neef OF civilizat ton, which society inn
seu upon him. Buloski had all the
oieiit tempers of the born despot.
mace the life of the peasants on
oeautiful estate hell, and when
eialnor OF my beauty had ceased to
-n%h MIN, he treated me with coarse
s@llsy and open insult. Per Dios,
su uhe Spanish woman, passionate
! Know not how it was that I
not stab him to the heart, but per-
s u '1IIs those beautiful saints who
Seh.eo me from staining my hands
a. oiood. After a years misery,
iiVm MIN, and entered upon the
vi IN which ! have won fame and
twh st Now. Lionel, do you not see
mere must be no more talk of love
Zen Zen us, for the indulgence of such
aa,, ss,on could only lead to sin and
Me- young man had listened to the
ss"itn aon with many varying ex-
s,ohs a OF countsnance, but when
au vountess had concluded. he said
1, your husband has lost you. and
S only got his deserts. Fly with
@ ~ england. No one there will
your past we can be married
ntns e rites of my church, and your
AS s'y ,o Will be completely lost"
n :. iohs as memory remains the
Is never forgotten" answered Do
sadly. But you are mistaken In
as.hg that my husband has lost
o,. n.er years of search he has found
0D' and received letter this
n,nhst nhs SAYING that he would be here
"'' and that If did not return