The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-07-19
CHAPTER UNWORTHY THE SAC
RIFICE

Emile Labalme applied to the papal
court for dispensation; his request was
flung aside with ridicule Adrienne
Scroider urged him to join her church.
If he could not possess the object of his
desire without making this great sacrifice,
then 1t must he made, he told himself
Nothing should stand between them. At
the same time his conscience cried that
this was the greatest sin of all. Then en-
sued another struggle with himself, which
ended, however, in his conforming to the
Protestant faith. He wrote to his mother
and informed her that he was a priest
no longer; his nature was such that he
could not live a life of celibacy. He had
broken his vows; was a proselyte, and on
the eve of marriage with an Alsatian
Protestant He blamed his mother for
having persuaded him TO become a priest
knowing that he had no vocation for the
church, and told her that she was partly
hitting. The letter was a mortal shock
to Madame Labalme. Her servants
found her sitting upright in her chair
with writing material on the table before
her and the pen in her hand, cold, rigid
| dead.
The death of his mother delayed Emile
Labalme's wedding but few weeks
| Adrenne Scroider had no very near re-
/ lationS; a distant cousin was the only one
who came to Paris from Strausburg for
| the ceremony. The Ginestes were delight
| ed that their dear friend Emile Laba line
was now dearer and nearer to them than
! ever by reason of his being a co-relig-
| ionist.
First by the law and then by the
| church, the lovers were made husband
and wife
1t was a cold, sunless, cherries morn
! ing, and as cold and heavy as the morning
1 was the bridegroom's heart when the PAS
tor of his new faith pronounced him and
| the woman by his side one flesh The
enormity of his sin smote him keenly He
! had broken his vows. forsaken his creed
| caused the death of his mother. He
| shuddered. The bride pressed her hand
upon his arm. He turned his eyes to hers.
In an instant all was forgotten. No
thought of anyone or of anything held
him, but that this radiant, smiling woman
| was his own-his wife.
From the Temple they went to the little
/ home Emile had prepared at Passy. 1t
was a pretty little residence standing in
| the midst of a luXurant and tastefully
| laid out garden.
We shall be happy here, my Adrienne."
| Emile said as they crossed the threshold
I'VE shall live but for each other. away
from all the hustle and turmoil of the
| world"
we shall be rather dull here, I am
| afraid" she returned
Dull, mon ange! We can never be dull
with our love, our painting and our
| books"
1--WE are almost out of the world here"
| This shall be our world. bien aimee
/ ment will forever reign We have no de-
/ sire for the other one, cherie."
She made a grimace. He did not see il.
Emile Labalme was rich man now.
I and he had spared no money in making
/ Mon Reeve luXuriant and beautiful In
| every purchase the thought of Adrienne
| had been uppermost in his mind: all was
| for her. Her taste had been consulted in
! everything. and what pleased her had
| pleased him. Even in the fixing up of a
studio he had thought of her-thought
| that she would share 1t with him She
loved art as well as he did, and there to-
| gether they would indulge their love for
| II. And in the library she had an equal
share. Plenty of fiction was there, as well
| as literature of a more serious kind. And
her piano was one of the finest that could
] be purchased-200 guineas was the price
that had been paid for it. Adrienne. how
ever. desired much more than this; she
wanted the gaiety and the excitement of
society in the capital Emile often ac-
| companied her TO the theater, to the best
! concerts, and also to the salon But this
was not sufficient for her. The DAYS were
! so long to her alone with her husband:
| she longed for acquaintances whom she
| could visit and who would visit her She
wearied of her quiet, serious, meditative
companion. Her tastes and his did not as