Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1895-10-11

herited the whole Of his imperial prop
erty. Her first step was characteristic.
Meeting Pierre a few days after the
funeral, she said
Tell your father for me that there
will, be no further rent on his vine-
yard"
But it is your vineyard" responded
Pierre.
mo, it was never mine. 1t belonged
to my father once. 1t belongs to your
father now
Nay" said Pierre, my father never
earned it, and my father will take
nothing he has never earned"
Foolish boyr cried Madeline, don't
you know-can't you see"-and her
lips trembled; don't you know-can't
you see that l li&e you, and" a sob
caught her voice.
Pierre forgot himself 'You like
me, you say? Oh! Do you love me :
and will You be my wife?"
mo" she answered, with break in
her accent. "You forget that you are
Ohiy PododHr
II forget nothingl'' he flashed, fierce.
ly. II care nothing of what you and
your kind may think of me and my
class. We feel that we are yourequals,
and in many things your superiors.
pirate none of that detestable doc
trine to me!'' replied Madeline, her
proud face flushing red.
I-I-oh, pardon, Madeline! was
mad--mad. But you love me?"
mo"
But you will learn to love me?'
Leave me, and never let me see
your face again"
Madeline.
Leave me, say" and turning her
back she looked out over the sea tina
throbbed and tinkled on the sand.
Pierre became a monk. None know
the revelations that came to him in his
monastic years-years mighty and
marvellous, frought with events both
terrible and triumphant. Through
mental processes, which one may never
know, he determined to leave his cal
ard dedicate himself to the bettermen,
of humanity become unit in the
vast army that was even then begin.
ming TO press forward to the glad
white glory of liberty. One day he
found himself in Paris and standing
under tree in its pleasant parks He
was tired, for he had been down in
the slums since day break, visiting the
sick, the poor, the wretched and bear
ing out of their presence still heavier
sorrow than even he had felt before.
~ cannot understand it," he NUT
tered to himself. 81 cannot under
stand why just, loving. mercifu
Maker can permit the misery hav,
seen to-day. All! the misery that
feel here" clutching convulsively a
| his heart.
| Just then rattle of wheels wa,
heard on the drive, and carriage
brave with armorial bearings, came il
sight
Pierre looked up and, looking, saw
Madeline. He staggered back agains
the tree, white to his quivering lips
Should he speak? He looked down a
his dark robes, and the whole worlt
seemed to resolve itself into mockery
Pierce
The carriage had stopped, and Mad
define had spoken. The old love of tn,
old life was in her voice. But Pierr,
was silent-gazing at her like mad
man and beating his breast with boil
hands clinched.
pierre, speak to mel She ha,
alighted on the soft, sweet turf an,
had caught him by the arm.
Leave mel" he Missed. Leave me
woman--devil! Do not tempt me bacl
to the world or II will kill you'll"
'Oh, Pierre, Pierre! You know no
what you say! IL love you, and will
be your wife"
"My wife, replied Pierre, with
tense, harsh laugh. MY wife! Loo
at my robes. Cannot you understan
that have taken the oath of celibacy
You dismissed me from your presenc
once. 1t is my turn to dismiss yo
from my presence now"
But, Pierre, / did not know m
heart in that old day. How Joyful
would ! give all my gold and becom
a ragged beggar in the street to recal
the cruel words ] spoke when | sa,
you last. .'0h. Pierre l have neve
seen happy hour since then. Forge
and forgive. 1t is your Madeline VIII
cries to you! Win you break my hear
forever? Pierre tell me that you lov
me-that-"
| Woman, go.' clinching the trees is
support
II can give you houses valleys, hill
forests, towns--a fortune as great o
any in France. can"
Your fortune is no temptation.
is yourself tempts me. Oh, God! VIII
was it given me of all men to underg
this ordeal?'
"Oh, Pierre, if you bore for me TIL
love that ! bear for you, and sha
bear until the endless end shall hay
told, you would not hesitate for a
atom of an instant"
You know my VOW"
Break it."
II called you devil, and you ar
Would you have me plunge my SO,
into perdition for the sake of yor
love?n
Pierre, if you did, if you did, with
song of rejoicing ! would follow yo
to your deathless doom.
She had put her arms around hi
and leaned her cheek caressingl
against his own. Then began COZ
flict Ia the heart of the monk thu
tested his moral fiber to the full. Ha
} he yielded the religious record of u
northwest would never have opene
: an immortal leaf to his memory.
! LET me think" he said, finall,
You see"--he hesitatee. II was II