The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-02-22
former enmity with ms D-other. refused

former enmity with ms brother, refused
to aid them.
So, with childish pride, taking the
small portion remaining 10 them, they
went into the world alone. But slowly
their slender purse grew lighter and light
er and would have totally collapsed were
il not that Max Mdrsden came forward
with kindly offers of assistance. dc was
only a struggling. unsuccessful journal
ist, but he was an old friend of the fami-
", and they looked up to him aud trusted
him accordingly.
Many the little comfort which found
its way from his hands 10 this upper story
room Cora got work painting porcelain
for city house. Often after Offering 10
deliver il she would cry ont in surprise at
the ample pay her friend brought back
They had customer who was willing
to pay good price for suitable work, .
Max would answer graveiy.
That night they went 10 the opera, and
on the way home Cora exclaimed:
Il did not know how dearly loved
Verdi. shall never hear bar of bis
music without recalling my first opeTa,
Max-without remembering you"
You will not forget mes / am glad Of
that am going 10 test your promise
sooner than you think, dear. am going
away tonight.
Going away"
The young voice was sharp with a
quick. constrained pain new TO 1t.
Yes L have obtained on trial the POI
sition went TO New York 10 procure.
sail for England on Tuesday. And now
here is piece Of good news TO counteract
the other. / went To see your uncle today
and had a long talk with him. He is not
such "a grim, hard man as they say. He
is very lonely, old and childish. He prom
ises all luxury, al kindness, ii you will
both 20 10 him and be as his own chill
dren. Seeing him as / do with unpreju-
diced eyes, l think he regrets his past
heartless conduct"
But, Max
''My child, / know all you would say
but Cedric is not strong enough TO work
and cannot go away leaving you so lone
" and helpless. Besides IL is not wholly
dependence In his hands is some money
of his fathers on which you have morally
q claim. Believe me, it is for the best"
He went into the house and shook hands
with Cedric. Then he stopped To Cora
and reverently touched her forehead with
bearded lips a moment more, and the
great shabby figure had burst out of the
room and was striding rapidly away IN
der the blue, star studded sky.
She stood and watched him ont Of sight
with eyes growing strangely dim. Once
he paused and looked backward. She was
still standing there, slim, dark figure
against that patch of light.
'Oh, my love, God bless your he whls-
pered TREMENDOUSLY.
Five years later The curtain at the
Grand Opera House in Paris rose on a
fine an audience al had ever assembled
within its walls In one of the boxes on
the grand tier sat three gentlemen. One,
a tall, bronzed, sOldierly man, noticing
many glasses being leyeled at an opposite
box, lifted his lCrgnette and looked across
the stage
A lady with little coterie of admirers
had lust entered She wore some soft,
silken dress, all aquamarine and silver.
There were water lilies in the golden hair
and emeralds on the white neck. y child
ish face, for all its pride, and that peculiar
poise Of the head; n face with luminous
cheeks Just dashed with roses.
who is she?" Max Marsden questioned
breathlessly.
Ma fOil' cried a vivacious little French
man. '.You do not know; She is a com
patriot OF yours-la belle Americana. Her
name is Lester-MIlc. Lester"
"Ahr' And then, after pause, 'Who
is that gentleman leaning over her chair;
"A
member OF the American legation, 1.-The
Comte de Savazneau. He is heir 20 half a
dozen princely estates and is mademoi-
selle's devoted slave. But she will have
none OF him. She is beauty and an heir
ess, and half Paris is mad about her, bur
one might 0s well adore statue. No
marble il colder than she"
Max Marsder, the celebrated journalist,
the literary lion OF the day, looked with
keen eyes across to that dainty vision with
water lilies in her hair.
During the last ACT she arose and gath
cred her rich wrap around her.
Half an hour later Max Marsden stood
IN her hotel
when Mile. Lester arrives, say that an
old friend Graves a moments audience
Mademoiselle, trailing her sbeeny silks
and laces along the corridor, paused IN
amazement at the message Then she
bowed YEARLY and passed on 10 the grand
salon.
Max" she cried MAX"
Her face was traDsngured- She held ont
both hands in her old frank. fearless way.
lie caught them tightly In his own. All
his soul was in his eyes "a be looked on
the lovely lifted face. just one glance, and
over brow and obeek and white throat
famed rich color
Cora, " still holding her little hands IN
his own and speaking hoarsely, tonight
has recalled the other night-|hen i lett
you for your own sake-because / dared
not stay. Perhaps tho music has made ne
mad, for I am daring. on, ny love, %
bring you now The tribute could not offer
five years ago.
For one moment she was silent Then
she lifted tnose truthful eyes 81 hers
Max. ! think that night my soul
awoke, for since then '-a.h. Ese- the WON
AMY shynsss that crimsoDed Ter cheess,
for since then have been waiting
w ayeFiy Magazine.