Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1895-01-19

these others can think that they love the
good God, and, knowing that He loves all
men, be willing to wrong any man. No,
no, when recollect the story of Jesus,
that He died for men, have felt myself
unwilling to accept the sacrifice. l have
felt that l, too, must surrender myself, if
not to die, then to live for men. Never
for myself. only for Them
oh Jean!' cried BeauXleuX, claSpfng
his hand And 1 shall live with your
Il suppose Jean is going to be priest"
said the pretty Victorine, with little
nsolent shrug.
Not of any church. Victorine,'' said
Jean. Il shall not need to be blessed of the
apostolic succession in order to carry hope
into dungeons"
oh you make me cold at the heart OF
mel" cried Nictorine.
Beauxlieux had now set himself seriously
at work to learn the profession in which
NJ. Etenne was so accomplished. He was
not one under any circumstances to be 1dle
His mother had not wished this study,
however; she would have him wait, even
If it We're in poverty, preserving his no
bility, till the government should give him
his own again. But the hated en-
pire had fallen, and it had been
replaced by the even more hated republic
That had not signifed greatly to her; II
was never France to her, it was always
My son. But now even Henry was
dead. There is 70 more hope NJ Etienne
had declared. Let his grace do as he
will" And it was NJ. Etienne who found
the means for Beauxleux to go to Paris
and finish his undertaking. His mother
had some dim idea that all things were
open to him his fathers son, as the
last of his exalted name; she had no idea
whatever that the name now was re1nem-
bered only as matter Of history, nor that
in Paris the young duke was known sim
ply as BeauXlieuX, student OF promise
from a southwestern department.
1t was on his twentyfrst birthday that
his mother formally made over to him his
possessions. He was a little sad about 1t
of h1t phSteDlJ q
so thin, the fields so few ard bare, but
that his mother should break her heart
over these affairs. For himself, he was
full of strength and hope, and nothing mat
tered since he Was well ard was alive
since he had NJ. Etienne and Jean. since,
above all. he had his mother.
His mother, not yet in her fortieth year,
was still beautiful, her hair black as the
ravens wing her dark clear skin as smooth
as girls. her eyes glowing as the mid
right stars, ner smile heartWarming- AS
she stood in The warm light, for Olympic
had candles in every sconce, wearing that
pale primrose attn Of more than twenty
years ago, covered now with black lace of
a far greater age, almost wrapped in the
glow of the ReauXlieuX diamonds, as in
cloud of brightness. preserving all the
sweet and stately grace of her INST youth,
she was still sight to make mans heart
treipblc. She seemed to beam and sparkle
as she walked, her every movement she'd
ding n stream of light; and Jean himself
did not find it possible to envy her in his
heart that night the possassionfof the dia-
mondS, that they might be sold and their
price given to the poor. AS for her, it
would as soon have occurred to her to sell
herself as those stones, which We're a part
of the insignia of the family magniticence.
She put off the air of gentle melancholy
VI hich she usually were, but which was
remnant of old manner rather than in
dication of present feeling. and made them
gay with her gayety. She talked with Jean
Of BeauXlieuX, her son, and his future
with NJ. Etfenne of his great cases, with
Pierre of his hcpes-Pierre had had a year
in Paris now. She danced with BeauXl;cuX
to tunes OF the music box. She even dane
ed down the long room with NJ. Etienne,
cnce, but no more, q sort of 3hlVer making
,ier fall on the cushions Of the bench in the
big window there and she closed the even
ing by singing at the piano, which Jean
kept in tune, a little chanson, that was as
proper to her voice as fragrance is to the
rose. When she embraced her son. and
babe them all goodnight, and swept
through the door that N. Eterne held open
for her, they felt as if after all in her grace
ard majesty there were the traits of a
divine right to power, that something like a
superior being had been with them.
And later, as she sat under Olympe's
hands, the pretty Victorne taking the
Jewels as they were urclasped, the duchess
thought, with sort of sacred joy of the
time when she should give TIL ese jewels to
BeauXlieuX's E-ifc--an Orleans princess. it
might be; who knew? That family had the
wealth required. but the Sarazines Beaux-
nobleT And she smiled unconsciously and
sWeetly on the girl whose forwardness had
of late needed repression, and had made
the duchess doubt her wisdom in taking
the three low-born children into her life
through pity for BeauXlieuX's solitude at a
time when the safety of what was left to
them lay in being forgotten. And taking
from her jewel box a thread of gold hold
ing a heart of pearls. she hung it on the
girls neck that no might fail Of
happiness on the day that Beauxlieux even
though it were but fanciful vision, With no
tangible reality, came to his rights as the
first peer Of France
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