The copper country evening news. [volume] (Calumet, Mich.) 18??-1907, 1897-07-28

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at him.
"Nelly, you pay this man."
| And she passed ON. "You pay this
mani" She had not recognized him in
her ur,rateful memory. In her frivolous
heart nothing had awakened crying,
alt is he!'
And yet the two had spent their
younger days side by side. Dreams,
hopes, labors, onoe they had shared ev-
erything, aud Pierre Morol, in his fool
ish confidence, had believed that this
happiness was 10 last all their lives.
Juliette Salvani was studying singing
and was destined for the stage. She
had the finest voice in the conservatory,
and every one predicted for her the fu-
ture Of "star." Admirers were not
lacking, and her beauty made many en-
vious. Very pale under her black hair,
her face was lighted up with pair of
superb eyes, black also. Her mouth was
| redder than the corn rose, her figure Of
suppleness and grace unspeakable.
She was kind of queen, this young
girl, III the little world of the conserva-
tory, where no one could help admiring
her, however jealous one might be.
Besides, she was wise, either by ma
ture or by calculation, no one knew
which, but no one would have dared to
attribute to her the least indiscretion.
How beautiful she was, what passion
in her dark orbs, what natural elegance,
what supreme grace in her whole bear
ingl Pierre confessed to himself that he
had loved her from the first glance, on
~ it had taken him some time to ac-
knowledge it to himself. And now she
filed all his heart, all his life.
The young girl on her side manifest
ed an affection for him, marked pref
erence.
They lived in the same quarter, and
often, after their lessons, walked home
together. They usually talked of their
art. Both had ambition to become some
one. From time to time, i'll the even
ing, Pierre went 10 the home of his
friend, and under the indulgent eye of
her old relative they m ade music dur
ing the hours which to Pierre were
hours of delight. The voice of Juliette
thrilled him, that marvellous voice
which every day seemed to gain in
eclat, in power, in smoothness. And
he would play for her some of his own
compositions, and she would encourage
him, predicting for him brilliant fu-
ture.
When he left her, after those even
ings of mutual exaltation, the young
man could not sleep all night
One day, at length, he ran the risk of
confessing his love-in fear and trem-
bling, for what was he to hope that she
would love him? Nothing at all, alas!
But this love gave him a superhuman
energy, and in order to make him self
worthy of her he would become great
himself.
His avowals made Juliette smile.
She had guessed them long since. More
over, she did not repulse him. On the
contrary, she appeared pleased and very
sweet.
Pierre could believe his love was re-
turned. intoxicated, he threw himself
body and soul into his work and dream
ed magnificent dreams, in which Ju-
liette was bound to him in a radiant
destiny.
Things went ON thus for two years,
which for him fairly flew along. Then,
at the final concert of the year, Juliette
carried off the first prize for singing
and the first prize for opera. This was
an event in the musical world Imme-
diately she had to choose between an
engagement in Paris and proposals
more advantageous from material
point of view of manager who wished
to take from city to city this new night
ingale.
Juliette did not hesitate long and in
spite of the mute supplication which she
read in Pierre's eyes decided to travel.
During this time he was to finish his
studies, obtain the first prize for COM
position, make himself known-and
then-then! all this planned out with
that charm, that seduction which Ju-
liette possessed in high degree
Pierre had to resign himself, and the
young girl went away.
AT first she had written to him quite
regularly. These letters were his life.
He read and reread them till he knew
them by heart, supplying in them the
passion they lacked. Juliette called her.
self now La Salvani, and her success
was great. She made an enormous
amount of money. Left alone in Paris,
Pierre worked with more ardor than ev-
er; more than ever he determined to de-
serve her. Then, little by little, the let
tiers became shorter and less frequent.
Juliette wrote good news Of her health,
spoke of her triumphs, rarely word Of
love.
These letters nearly froze Pierre's
heart VIXEN he received them Yet he
would trust her. IN the busy life she
led, rushing from city to city, it was
natural cnorqh that Julictte should not
find much time TO write; bur, oh, if she
would only give i6 Up aud come back to
him!
And, in spite Of self, involuntary
fears would cone, $50, Clc DAY he had
to acknowledge that t1,ee fca1s were
only too we'll fourtcd. Tie letters
were 50 far apart, nev grew 50 sho,t,
so cold that lie Ctrlf 20 lcuuCr deceive