Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1896-08-13

getting by rote each night where they
see my lamp burning in the dormer-
window. Helm! They shall sit like rats.
the rats whose emperor they say am
now, while l hold them in my spell with
the brave lines Of Moliere! OF Corneille!
OF Racine! u
The good Saint Ann protect us! who
are they all 2" cries Colette, now much
pertucbed. But the miller continues
without noticing the interruption.
"'And shall come to you then with
my triumphs; in my fine royal robes of
purple and gold and ermine; with nv
glorious jeweled crown. And I shall
kiss your hand in homage to your.
beauty and lay these laurels, these tri-
umphs at your feet, my queenl my
Colette!' #.t#
Just then appears farmer with his
grist and ehappy, frightened girl fits
away like a startled bird. Z
"Bon dieu!" said Bradon. II see
The stage was his vagary!''
Yes!" said the notary, bowling his
head as before some great mystery. t.At
CAAS NOAAOSC CALC1 Wnll0 SCTuC~
ting through the plays of these great
masters in the little hall, with it's small
| stage and crude scenery; before the
common village audiences. he first heard
the siren voice of art. And it is as q
SIRENS voice, to some you know, Brabon.
Eth bien! What is the difference? Heis
playing role now-how tragic role"
''But about Colette ?" interrupted Bra
bon, with some impatience. The gentle
sentimentality of the notary escaped, to
an extent, the bluff, practical drummer
"Ah, there is the role!-the role Of
! beauty and Distinction! Think Of it!
All along she has believed in him vague-
ly. From the day he had frightened her
! with his strange talk, seemingly so ir-
relevant to her happiness, the poor,
small mind was filled with visions Of
mysterious greatness and joys to be in
the future-much as are our visions OF
the life to come. He asked her to wait.
She must never be the wife Of common
miller. but of a great man, a man vhom
the whole world applauded. And so
she waited; trusting, loving, believing
in him infinitely; and even when her
reason is fallen into decay-see the de-
votion! Each day, all these years, she
| goes to the mill and tends upon him,
performing the household duties, con-
Quoting the business of the mill, de-
failing the work and instructing the
men hired to do the milling. Thus
has she cared for him as no one would
care for child and, in all, save the
matter of this vagary, he is obedient
to her slightest whim."
Brabon touched the notary's arm.
"See! They come again!"
Once mere the bizarre figure strobe past.
followed by the woman. They had
walked to the church where Colette
was making novena for Zephrin's re-
covery. 1
To look upon the notary one would
suppose an angel passed, but there was
on the face of the drummer only look
of perplexed incredulity.
When they were gone a little way,
the notary arose, looked at his watch
and made as to set forth. Brabon de-
tanned him.
"One word, monsieur. They are mar
ried now?'' Va. 5.zsy3
ooh, no! That could not be- no
answered, with something like sigh.
-.'They are still counting and looking
forward to a day of greatness and MAX
ing ready for the wedding. Mon Dieu
Brabon! That is love, eh?'' 5t+
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