The Roanoke times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1897-1977, 1897-08-03
DENISE.

fThey adored one another. She was
young He was young also. Two happy
q iaoesl Two charming soulsl
Why had they como to this little old
ana isolated village 100 leagues from
'Paris? Surely tho guides had never roc
ommended it, Here tho grass grow be-
etween the caved i'll paving stones Of
tho streets. And one could hear now
rand then, with its jolting and jogging,
the Jingling Of bells and tho rafting Of
windows, the yellow coach, which re-
turned, nearly always empty, from the
distant railway station.
u 1t was Cecile who had thought OF
Ibis trip. Roger had ut first said, no"
but she, coming closer to him, said
/ scoaxingly:
WAS it not down there in the little
elllage, close to tho mountains, thu.
you were born, passed your childhood
and became man? Was it not there
you lived with your aged parents. over
whom we wept together q year since?
4 wish to SEQ tho good old country
house of which you have SO often spo-
ken. And the garden. too, which SEEM
I'D SO largo when you wero little child.
You shall show mo tho we'll where you
Used to throw stones to hear then,
splash i'll tho water--the tulip tree,
'yhere you found tho nest Of doves. I
Sant to sec tho road you travelled Il,
4 the schoolhOuse. You used to stop by
b the way to eat mulberries, little goui-
i mand that you were How shall laugh
i as picture you passing by, when you,
"A Roger, were not taller than n boot anc:
q wore short trousers. On your arm yo,:
q carried basket in which your mothes.
Il had placed Il luncheon of bread and pre-
y serves. No, Roger, shall not laugh
S8 Do not think me SO frivolous. If wish
- to go down there to your native village,
$fi. is because 1 love you'll love you so
swaziland because nm jealous of IA
III FIST in which have no share Perhaps
sst3some day you might think of these
tAings without thinking of me. 'ris
aathis that grieves me SO. Take mo where
yyou were, nlingle me with that which
S3&oIce surrounded you, so that hence
Worth you may never have rovcrie il
681Hwhich am not part. so that may
Mhever bo absent from your memories,
ahowever distant they may be. f" Speak
Avg thus. she raised her lips to his, and
H6he consented (not without an air Of
melancholy because of the proffered
Miss.
lChe first days passed i'll this little
~ illago wcro adorable ones. Cecilo ell
sabyed everything i'll the great, lonely
IS lace Even the ugly, sonber streets
3eyighted her. The villagers who pass
III turned to look after her, marveling
$S her Partisan grace.
f| Ono evening there was fete III front
9 the town hall--a shooting gallery,
3Knrea turnstiles and some wooden
&orses. Nine Prudence, the clairvoy
IsIi{Sli. was there. Cccile entered tho wom-
BIS place to learn her fate.
MA mo enemy seeks to harm you, and
ry possible happiness is yours"
y All, know it," cried Cccile, fall
8 impulMvely upon her husbands
ia5 ok, to tho establishment Of the clair
&byant.
Ss8 She visited the old house where Rog-
mother had died. "Whnt pity we
not rich enough to buy it," she
a. Then she made him relate, with
3,hy details, tho life he had led when
p6y-at what hour he arose, at what
tur he went to bed. She wanted to
ow, too, the place at table occupied
$R1a each member of the family and to
: ar of those evenings when he sat be-
Nh the lamp reading aloud, while the
$# mother, listening, would fall asleep
she great armchair, her feet upon the
der.
Iut tho garden interested her most of
She at once recognized the we'll,
she in her turn dropped in stones
ear them splash in the water
There were 10 moro doves nests in
tulip tree "What pityl'
behind the hedge ran the road to the
Dollhouse Cecile stained her red
5ls8$ nearly black with tho juice of tho
berries, and SO happy was she that
$eyes became cloudod with tears of
She followed where Roger led
has charmed to see her so tonderly
I 3sted. He, however, was very silent
smiled but little, trying in vain to
q feeling of deep sadness. Yes, tru-
,fter they had returned to the little
ige he was pensive and morose.
{be morning he dressed i'll haste and
kly left the inn where Ceoile was
sleeping. He did not even place
fher forehead or lips the kiss that
Id have awakened her.
!, b traversed the village, passed the
House and entered graveyard.
stopped in front of slab of stone
q which was inscribed name,
apise," and the age, '15 years.
he fell upon his knees, his face
ga in his hands. Roger had not
Y aall to Cecilc. He had not related
His youthful memories. She did not