The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1897-12-28
CHAPTER III.-CoNTNUED.

CHAPTER III.-CoNTNUED.
She liked to sit upon the veranda over
looking the ocean. On her face was re-
fiected the placidity of the waters; in
her heart, I knew, was the restlessness
of the tides. Indeed, there was smack
of the salt sea about the girl, of the sea
in all it's moods and lenses. Her blood
ebbed and flowed beneath the freshest
skin; on her lips, with the glimmer of
teeth white as foam between their
curves, was the many-twinkling smile,
IN her eyes an enchanting simmer.
One could swear that those same eyes
would flash fiercely in time of storm
ana stress, and that the red lips, like
breakers, would curl angrily. l hate a
tepid temperament.
Mr.. Livingston"-how softly the.syl-
tables of my name dropped from her
mouth!-"which do you prefer, action
or inaction, peace or WARP"
Peace, Miss Nancy, az any price. 1
push my little go-cart along the lines
Of least resistance"
81 thought men"-she emphasized
the d-"preferred war"
Nowadays they leave that to wom-
en-"
But the love of fighting, of adven-
ture, is natural to man?"
ITO uncivilized man, yes"
Strip man.. she cried, with touch
Of scorn, ''of the rags we call manners,
AXE from him the Difference which he
= pays to the opinion of society, and
what do you find?"
Sometimes, BEAST
Ali" She drew in her breath with
pretty sigh.
Sometimes, a god"
docs he teach small boys?" she
asked, demurely. Confess, now, Mr.
livingston. you are something of a
raud. You ought to be fighting-with
Tour pen, L mean; Staying monsters,
ike Hercules; and instead you are
Talking to Omphale. There is time
or everything"
Tell me"-she spoke coaxingly-
your true reason for coming here.
Don't attempt to deceive me. L can dis
anguish truth from falsehood."
what eyes you must have! How do
To,- do it?'
It's very simple. Truth once seen
never forgotten; the poor dear, you
emember, wears no clothes-that'sw why
the lives at the bottom of we'll; but
alsehood is tricked out in the latest
ashton"
"And you have met truth face to
ace?'
Il live with my mother"
1t was prettily said, but it set me to
thinking; and thought, like falsehood,
has many costumes in her wardrobe.
Where did Miss Nancy learn to talk
Ter mother, sweet, gentle soul, was no
.onversationalist; her father, con-
found him, was a money-grabber. The
yirl must be still in her teens; but her
shrewdness and wit amazed me.
mo man." l observed, "incriminatcs
himself. The reason of my presence here
must remain for the present at the
bottom of the well. But beware; have
found out your besetting sim"
She looked at me defantly.
Il don't believe it,"
"a morbid love of excitement"
wretch! You have laid your finger
lpon a tender spot. Yes, l am fond OF
excitement. The SeadIy dullness Of my
life till-till quite lately has driven me
nearly crazy. l have the dramatic in
stinct strong in me. Heaven knows
where l got it, but l can't be rid of it
And my dramatic instinct tells me that
there is some mystery here, in this
peaceful house, where you would least
expect il; and you, Mr.. Livingston, are
mixed up with thia mystery. There,
It's out at last"
Poor child, how pitied her!
Miss Nancy" L said, earnestly, 1.-The
wise old Greeks had a word which we
translate wrongly bitter-sweet. II
should be sweet-bitter, for the bitter
ness comes last and remains. If you
could realize how sweet and fragrant
your present life is, you would be thank
fully content. This is really fairyland
if you only knew it, but the beauty OF
it will never come home to you till
you have left it"
do you meaD,' she said, slowly
''that the qualification of my curiosity
may drive me from ECen? Very well;
/ take the hint"
At the end of the month Mrs. Gerard
requested private interview. Her face
i remarked, wore a. troubled expires.
sion, and she twisted her slender fingers
a sure sign of nervousness.