Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1896-03-26

tear in her eye she said almost in a
whisper:
do You care very much?"
VERY much I cannot tell you how
much. He tried to recapture her hand,
but she eluded him. Again she asked
question;
Money is not an object TO you in
this?''
Miss Remsen, you insult me. g"
"No, NOR she said quickly. 'You
misunderstood. ] did not mean my
money. can't explain, yet you must
| answer my question. Would you mind
if-oh, how shall say it? Suppose I
did something that cost you lot OF
| money!
"Oh, l see," exclaimed Mr.. Ran
dolph, frightening up. "You mean you
are extravagant Don't let that bother
ou a minute. You may cost me as
much money as you can possibly spend
| / will never complain.
She seemed much relieved, but she
| did not speak at once. Her eyes wan
away 4O1AO"
| her gaze he saw them reach and rest
upon Mr. Thauret. A jealous pang dart
| ed through his heart. He was about to
speak when she turned to him and said
with suppressed emotion:
Il hope you will not be angry with
me and that you will not think evil of
me. There is something cannot ex
plain, yet which. il 1 could, you would
not object to. But until can tell you
about it cannot-I cannot-give you
an answer. Would you-would you be
willing to waltz There was a tone Of
entreaty in her voice.
How long?" asked Mr. Randolph,
still irritated, and wondering il the
something which she could not tell was
in any way connected with Mr.. Thauret.
Would you mind-if asked you to
wait till-well, say the new yeari"
"That is long time, but if it is your
will, must. I"
"Oh. thank you'll" That was all she
said, but there was q hint Of rapture In
her speech, there were tears In her eyes,
and for one brief ecstatic moment he
thought that there was love in her
heart, and that that love was for him.
With an impulse that he could not con-
troll, and which she did not check, No
drew her TO him and softly touched her
lips with his own. He felt satisfied,
though she left him Immediately and
went at once to Mr.. Thauret, who greet
ed her with evident warmth. There Is
something, magnetism, IL you please,
but something that binds two true
lovers hearts SO that an impulse In the
one excites an answering sensation In
the other. The oldest fact in this con-
nection is that, though one may fancy
himself deeply in love, he is not till he
has received one of these instantaneous
messages which Cupid ticks over loves
telegraph. After that he is enslaved.
His better Judgment is gone. He will
argue in the lonely hours of the night
that he has made a mistake, that the
woman is not destined to make him
happy, that she has this, that or the
other fault, but it counts for nothing
save that ne suffers. That one stab has
slain his manhood, and he cannot con-
troll his actions. AS soon as he meets
the woman again, act as she may, his
love is afiame once more. She may i'll
treat him, she may ignore him, it mat
ters not; she attracts him.
Thus it was with poor Mr.. Randolph.
Throughout the many weeks that fol-
lowed he suffered much. He called his
love all the unpleasant things that jeal-
ousy could suggest. But invariably the
recollection Of that one moment, when
she had seemed in that indistinct, indie
scribable way to have yielded her whole
self, her whole soul to him, would flash
| across his mind and at once his reason
was silenoed, and he would say:
"She could not have done that if she
were false. She loves me, but there is
something that l do not understand
which makes her treat me 80. She told
me SO, and said that when she could tell
it to me / should not mind. Well,
must be patient and wait. / must trust
her she must be, she is, true !" And
then gradually all the old doubts would
creep over him again, and the suffering
would be as poignant as before.
1t was about q month after the con-
versation related when somewhat
similar one occurred between the same
young lady and Mr.. Thauret. He had
called one afternoon, when Dora was
alone, and so had the field to himself
He spoke to her Of all those things which
he had found most interesting to her,
and she was enjoying his society very
much, when suddenly, as twilight ap-
preached and the room grew slightly
darkened, he began to touch upon a
more tender theme. He spoke OF him
self, of the wandering life that he had
led, of the fact that he was alone in the
world without a living relative He
mentioned, as though it were OF no i'm
portance, that he was OF noble blood.
| Then he drew q touching picture of q
man who, while really Of a most affec-
tionate nature, was compelled to live
! loveless life because there was none to
! whom he could turn for that sort Of
comfort. Then he asked her gently, very
gently, whether she had ever thought
upon the subject herself, and whether
she had felt a yearning for the compan-
ionship Of one who would be all in all
to her His pleading was very pretty to
! listen to, and she heard him as though
much impressed, but her reply was not
exactly what he evidently hoped 1t
would have been.
"Oh, yes" said she, "I have thought
Of all that in vague sort of way. But,
you see, have been in love with my
beautiful Queen for so~long that can
not imagine life without her. And
yet"-there was q tremor i'll her voice
II am going to lose her soon. She
win 20 away for awhile, and then 1
fancy / shall feel that loneliness OF
which you speak. SO If you want to
hear my real ideas upon that subject.
you must wait till after the wedding"
She said this last with a tone Of deep
meaning, and Mr.. Thauret seemed to
accept her remark as q hint, for he
changed the subject. Shortly afterward
he went away. As he walked down the
avenue there was almost triumphant
smile upon his face. This, however, was
not reported to Mr.. Barnes, for the spy
was behind and could not see his face.
1t was only few nights after this
that Mr. Mitchell was walking home
from the club. accompanied by Mr.. Thau-
ret, when the latter turned the conver-
sation upon the Miss Remsens.
"They certainly are charming girls,
said he, "but one would need to be rich
to afford the luxury Of marrying one Of
them. / suppose they have nothing un-
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