Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-07-13


you an injustice; l hate misunder-
standings. Admit II, you are u work
er, not simply a walking gentleman;
you have something beneath the
crown of your hat. What do you do,
tell meY And she leaned forward,
her eyes intent on mine.
well, 1 write a little poetry" l
stammered.
Her eyes sparklcd, her lips smiled,
she clapped her hands In delight, ex-
claiming in a musical dCulade: You
your mother and you are poet! l
know yous English eyes expressed
ideals. strength and health. Poets
may be cosmopolitans; indeed, their
home is in all nations hearts. Have
you published? Not YETI oh, then do
bring your manuscripts TO the fouse;
could you come tomorrow, Tuesday,
Yes? How good of you, when every
moment may be precious gold. Thank
you. and au revOir"
And as l held that small hand in
mine, l felt that had made friend.
When l called next day, Nine. de
Canaples was in her boldoir She lis
tened TO my reading, silently, atten-
lively, almost, ii seemed, reverently,
and when / left the house. after din
ner, felt very great. The next morn
ing we met in the Boise and rode to-
gether; the same night we danced
cotillion at Nine. de PlQt-Chsndleu's.
Fate seemed determined to make us
meet, and, perhaps, we helped her,
If man and woman see much OF
each other they invariably talk OF
themselves, wax sentimental by waltz
music and imagine themselves In love
after supper But am tired OF fiirta-
tions, sick of telling woman whom |
only admire that | love her. So one
evening as we discussed sentiments
over pate-de-fois- gras, l told her how
much l regretted that two great
minds should layishly follow the ex-
ample of the stupid She agreed "If
we remain on Our present footing. one
Of us may fall ia love. She opened
her innocent eyes, smiling, Yes"
continued. In love; what else can
happen? Whereas, II we go on some
where together and live naturally, un-
constrained by the world, we shall
know ourselves truly and enjoy a few
days Of rest"
"Oh, the wit Of man." she cried,
face beaming with delight.
The next morning we started hy rail
for Fontainebleau. Soon we were
both FIST asleep, only 10 wake at our
destination. She took a room at one
hotel, l at another. The next day we
drove in the forest, silently watching
the royal trees, till our eyes grew tired
and we fell asleep We stayed there
a fortnight, driving, sleeping. barely
saying a word, and yet quite happy
When we were back In Paris she
asked. And why did we go to Fon-
for that
Because" I replied "at Fontalne-
bleau we kept regular hours. allowed
ourselves no cerebral excitement,
drank no champagne, heard no one
whisper, Little Castlehigh is awfully
in love with Mime. de Canaples.' or
The Countess is decidedly sweet on
ce cher garconr have simply proved.
dear lady, that society was forcing US
with its champagne and talk, to think
of each other, whereas nature left us
to follow our own Individual and
separate thoughts oh, that fortnight
In FOntainebleau! We scarcely spoke
twice a day. Silence is repOse. and
repOse Is bliss. TO think that we
might have been vulgar lOyersl A few
more days Of Paris, and my fate, at
least, was sealed But | understood
the dangers Of our situation. Could
anything be more paradoxical and
modern than our elopement to Fon-
tainebleau? Carry off a woman mys-
teriously at night, two hours by rail.
to a strange town, remain there a
fortnight entete-a.tete! And all that
not to become lovers, but, on the CON
trary. TO escape the necessary, the his
torical development OF situation
without Issue. Don't you think that
our late adventure gives us incontestn-
bic superiority over the greatest wits
of our age?"
She seized both of my hands and
fixed my eyes. 1t was a rapid. search.
Ing wondrOus look; only her irregular
and mobile face could have such ex-
preston; and for half a second she
seemed to tear open my soul. take a
peep. see II all and shut 1t up Then
she sat down on the sofa and gazed
meditatively at me. Humor and dis
We're blended I'm her dim
pied smile She crossed her arms
nodded her head, examined her little
feet slowly one after The other. and
sighed, The wit Of manw She shrug-
ged her shoulders most charmingIy as
she reiterated, each time with quite
a new and singular information. "The
wit OF man, the wit Of manr
Most people would have been nut
out by the obvious double meaning
OF this remark, But | am a psycbolo.
Gist; in fact. ! pride myself not a lit
tie on my penetration. I understood
that she smiled at my wit, compared
ne 70 others, and sighed regretfully re-
hected how few men are really capa-
Die OF such subtle conduct with WON
en-. They are few, inded.
Then she buried her face I'm ber
hands to think. And, with equal nm.
expectedness. came softly to me and
kissed my cheek. THANK you" sbe |
said, in strangely, far-on voice:
though youth, You are a great 1
IIenceforth we AFRO /
friends; we will never allow society I
10 make us pose one to the pthar Inf I
meet sometimes and rest together +
She tripped away out NJ the room
But the door suddenly reopened. and .
she leaned forward, offering her ex. /
lulslte hgure to my view like a bor-
1uet, as she smiled with her sweet
req lips. "fhe wit Of man, ha! har'
sShe laughed, as she ran downstairs
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