The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1895-03-31

of feeling SO deep, that all the rest of
their lives. in days and months and years.
are as nothing beside them; as a Suaran-
tee that, at the end, as at the beginning,
all souls are the same, and the rest is
according to the Angel of the Four Cor
life. life Wv 81 10 '-'e '''O''A-'1
warned her and she dropped her eyes,
while he came on, the crowd still gather-
ing around him. :,
PLAY OF for win Rlay fhe a9r c qs men, you
Yes, I'll play for you he answered,
his eyes wide open and shining IKE ,, Two t,no
ued. 81 must have the prettiest girl in
the parish TO supper, and at every fourtn
dance she must sit beside me while
play"
He laughed as he said it. and tossed
his fingers again in an airy, gallant
fashion. 1t was strange, too, this buoy
ant manner, for, in spite of his flashing
eyes and smiling lips, there was a gr ,s;.'s,
ascetic expression behind all, something
of melancholy, too in the turn OF ms
straight, manly body.
Medallion, standing apart watched nln1
musingly. He had not seen that first
glance at Marie, nor Mar-e's glance IN
return, but he felt there was something
strange and uncommon II the man he
had the bearing of gentleman, and his
voice was that of education and refine
ment. The girls simpered and whispered
with one consent to Marie.
She's the prettiest girl in the parish
Yes. Mariei Marie.' said others.
Alphonse had q mind TO speak, but he
dared not contradict Antoine, and he also
saw that Marie would be handed over 10
this handsome stranger .... lot
it be Marie, not looking toward her.
That is. he added, If Marie-is will
ing"
forward and said "Here-here she is
Marie came down slowly, not looking
at the stranger. and his eyes did not
dwell upon her face. They rose no higher
than her neck, where she wore little
cross Of gold.
Goods he said again, good"
Then as she came nearer, he continued
in an off-hand way, My name is Cam
lille. Marie
She did no more than whisper tn words,
Monsieur Camille" and held out her
face.
He took her hand and clasped it. AS
he did SO a sound almost like a moan
broke softly from her lips: There was
so much noise and chattering that per
haps no one noticed it except Babette
and Medallion, but they were watching
An at once Marie broke away with
wild, little laugh. ''Chutr' she said, as
she danced in among the other girls,
changed all in an instant, he'll be tired
OF me before the things overt
Yes" said Medallion under his breath,
"as he was before-Yet I'm not so sure
either"
Medallion was only speculating.
Ten minutes afterwards Monsieur Cam
lille was seated on a little platform at
the. end of the room, raised about six
dancers. Marie was dancing with AL
phonse.
You think he's handsome?" asked AL
phonse, furtively.
"Oh. he's so vainr" she said Look at
and listen how he calls off the dan
airs, such airs, Who's he, anyhow? We
don't know. Likely some scallawag from
perhaps he's princer said the girl
Prince? Bosh! Where's his NOUS
tache?" Alphonse stroked his own care
lessly, one arm around Marie's. waist,
why, he's shaved like a priest
Something. peculiar flashed into Marie's
eyes, and she looked for moment in
quiringly at Alphonse. Eyes, just like
The dance went on. Monsieur Camille's
clear, resosant voice rang out over the
heads of the dancers-Ladies' chain-there
ners-promenade all,' And so on, the
words bending and injecting to the music
like a song, with here and there a laugh
ing phrase thrown in at a stumbling
habitant, or a pretty compliment to some
blushing girl. whose eyes as well as her
feet, danced a reply to the master of
in the parish of Pontiac. Vigord's sun
had gone out in the darkness, Monsieur
Candles was at high noon. Already
had Medallion made friends with the fid-
dler, and had become at once Monsieur
Candles lieutenant in the jocund game.
For Medallion had no vanity, and he
knew man of parts when he found
him, and loved the man for the parts.
In the third dance Marie took her place
on a chair beside Monsieur Camille. The
crowd gave a little cheer for her-for
then they were all hard at it, heel and
toe, knee and elbow, warm shoulder to
Warm shoulder, enjoyment painting
through the room. Suddenly Monsieur
at the beginning of a set
It's my turn to talk. Who'll call off
the dance? Will you?" he added, looking
Medallion nodded and took up the par
able. The music was riotous, and Medal
lions voice abundantly cheerful, as he
danced with Babette.
And now behind the joyous riot there
passed little drama.
do you wonder why I've come-Ma-
REV said the Master OF the sha Re essed
''Have you forgotten my name?" he
urged reproachfully.
why shouldn't 1?'
That's so-that's so,' he answered.
you told me to forget it, she added.
That's true" he agreed sorrowfully.
There was a pause, in which nothing
was said between them, and then in an
awed, shrinking kind of voice she added,
care you-a priest-now?'
His voice in reply had a kind of dis
dairful recklessness. do you think I'd
be here if I VASE" He drew the bow
across the E string with a vigor more
raw than sweet.
Glow should 1 know" she answered
Gam my brother s-keeper?"
He WINGED, and the bow rasped on the
E string, so that the dancers looked up
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