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

marie, haven't you any Pity" He did
not know what or how he was playing
row. His fingers wandered, the bow came
and went, but he was not thinking of the
rnusic.
why are you so selfish, them she
said. Why don't you leave me here alone?
A woman is always at a. mans mercy!
Something scorched him from head to
foot. He now felt as he had never felt
ego meant, what this girls life had been
since, what was the real nature of that
remuneration; The eight-hand. reel was
near its end, He got to his feet in his
excitement, played faster and faster. and
then with a call to the dancers and Me-
dalton brought the dance to a close. In
the subsequent jostling. as the jewellers
made their way, to another room for sup
per, he offered his arm to Marie, nodded
as gaily as ne could to the frequent
"Merci, Merci, Monsieur and they
saying nothing.
At that moment Alphonse entered, fol-
lowed by Antoine, who grasped his arm.
and held him back Don't be a fooli'
girl"
But Antoine had had two seasons as
just been drinking. He held the code of
the river that where two men and one
woman were in the triangle of love, war
must be the end thereof.
I'll give him the grand bouncer' and
Alphonse, in wild English idiom "He
don't belong here-some lawyers clerk or
loafer."
"Bien," said Antoine still holding him
back, suppose Marie stand up for him?''
Pshaw, he don't belong here And she
SAID something to me about hin-I know
I'm gong to ask her to supper with me-"
The two were standing silent at the end
OF the room, watching the scene. but not
hearing the words. Marie, however,
guessed what was meant.
Presently Alphonse with disiointed
slances came and said to her, Have sup
per with me, Nam selle?" He turned
m 20
Marie did not hesitate mot now. AL
phonse. have a guest'-she reached out
her hand towards Camille-"and he's been
working hard for US all the evening"
Alphonse looked at her with an atfempt
to be disdainful. then. swapping his fin
gers u n Candles nose ,contemptuously
sac; Fan e m and walked away with
II wasn't so easy getting used to that
again after 1 came back from Quebec
three years ago." she said.
Singular how the priest in the youth
vas Deing so swiftly lost in the man.
CANDLES fingers opened and shut and his
brow knitted. He smarted. too. from Ma
RES last remark He did not know that
with all these bitter speeches. she was
ready to fall upon his breast and cry till
Sne rad emptied her breast out. But she
mad been inundated once and she would
rather die than be humbled again, wheth-
er he meant it so or not.
inc room was empty. but it could not
be SO long, for sentimental groups would
wander back from the supper room
AS Alphonse disappeared. Camille said:
Marie, I'm seeing things as I never saw
them before. l want to talk with Won
alone, just ten minutes-that's ali ask:
but alone. where no one can interrupt
would it be right?' she asked. He
could not tell whether she was ironical
OF not.
You won't mind if it's cold?'' she
II won't mind anything. if you'll on1v
give me that ten minutes he answered
d Put if it's going to be cold. wrap your
He took a mans coat from the wall.
Come she said, and opened a narrow
door that led into little hallway. AS
she did so, he threw the coat over her
shoulders.
Give me your hand" she added, and
taking. it, led the way for half dozen
from the wall and turned it in a lock
which clicked back -rustily.
It's my brother Phillippe's room. Z"
she said. as she stepped inside, he fol-
The moonlight on the frosted pane gave
a ghostly kind of light to the chamber
Marie felt along the wall for a match
."oh. there's not match here" she
Feel in that overcoat pocket" he sug-
hi it, II 5 owner Is a sm0ker-smell
She did so, and drew out handful
He; took one and scratched it on the wall
Neither of them knew, but it was AL
| phonse's coat. Camille lit half-burned
candle that stood OF chest of drawers,
and then turned to Marie.
1--WE have never used the room since
Philippe died. she said
II did not know. he reioined gently
Philippe had been to Montreal" she
said. There he'd fallen in with a girl
her voice faltered-"an actress. He
came back to see US, and mother begged
him not to go to Montreal again. for we
knew-a priest had written TO us about
the girl. One day he got paper He
opened it at dinner. He saw something
gave cry and fell against the table
A man had shot the girl because she
loved Philippe. 1t seemed to Philippe
that he himself had killed her, that if
he had been there it wouldn't have hap
| pened. Since then the room has been as
| it was the day he died."