Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1898-12-11
smots down the man great lord
seeks to make my husband

"And-more than that have to say
But be again my husband of old days
Play we were once again two children
frolicking at ergerac. So shall
speak with better grace and surer
courage. Your sword was then OF
reeds. and all babe you do you did,"
AYE, for my cousin Madeline that's
now Roxane the beauty
WAS l fair them"
mot altogether i'll to see."
Remember you how all your
scratches would bind, but scold you,
motherwise. at first? Give me your
hand so. now. What, cousin. Here's a
scratch indeed. When got you that?"
Cyrano tugged his hand away.
"a game last night" he answered.
81 got it playing at the Porte de Mes
le."
Now will bind your wounds again
as in the old days there at Bergerac.
With my own kerchief, see, wipe
away the blood. How many fought
you?"
"Oh, hundred"
TELL me true. You Jest with me-
NAY, what of that? Tell you what
is the other thing you come to speak
to me-"
Draw not your hand away, dear
cousin. Be but the Cyrano knew Iona
since in Befgerac and l am bold to
speak. Bend low and listen. il
love-"
"Ah!" bxother Cyrano.
"And he--knows not'-guesses not"
The room swan before Cyrano's eyes.
+ HE knows not yet, but soon he shall
learn it. Bend lower. Listen. He
has loved me from affair.". saw. lie
dares not speak"
There was a cloud OF rose and
amethyst before Cyrano's dazzled eyss.
He scarce could bear his happiness
his hand in hers, her words in his ear
her whisper on his cheek.
Draw not your hand away, dear
cousin. Hear me still. He--a chance
he is OF your regimcnt--cadet Of your
own company"
1t was as though she rained spirit
kisses on his lips. He had tainted
with ecstacy.
His brow"-she went on-"his brow
bears genius stamp. He is noble.
nroud yalorous-and fair"
Fair" cried Cyrano. springins to
his feet.
In a copper pan his face was reflected
-misshapen. Cyrano had awakened
from his dream.
why, cousin. what is It? What ails
you?" begged Roxane.
"The-scratch-y hands had
dressed, my gentle cousin. 1t stung
again." he smiled. "But-tell me now
his name. How can I serve your"
He is Baron Christian de Neuvillette.
This day he joins the guards. ] know
loves me. Eyes are eloquent-aye. n
gossips. too 70
'But you, my cousin, how know you
that you love him? You delight in wit.
suppose MS VIII were SLOW LOU Aefc
fancy. What were his fancy dull?'
1T is notl l know 1t Is not"' cried
Roxane. stamping her foot Cyrano
| paused
How may serve your" he asked.
Cousin, he joins your Gascon regiment.
and hear that you provoke all but pure
Gascons who are admitted there. l trem-
bled for him--tilI saw you-invinciele. all
7 T.l.~ con al n
wound"
II will befriend your little baron" SAID
Cyrano, the soul of generosity
you promise youll do this for met
You'll be his friend? You'll let him fight
your protege."
II swear" said Cyrano.
Roxane paused She took up her veil.
her mask.
i've always held my cousin tenderiy."
she said. How good you are!'
She blew him kiss airily from her I'm
ger tips.
Tell me OF last nights fray7" She
pressed him politely. "A hundred men.
you said? You'll bid my Christian writei
What odds against you. bravest coz?
Another time you'll tell me all. How
we'll you fought, how weli!'
II have fought better since" he an-
swered and bowed TO let her pass. Hox-
ane did not catch his meaning.
When she. yelled and masked again.
had glided from the pastry cooks. Cyrano
stood erect and stin. Sorrows shaft had
traBsfixed him where he stood. He was
blind and deaf TO all about him for few
seconds Then door flung open. Peil-
NELL a crowd rushed In
"Cyrano" cried voices.
Here"
''Cyrano, Cyrano"
Rageneau, upset by the excitement
dashed hither and thlther. Half Of Cy-
ramos regiment crowded about him. Mo-
bles and actors. poets and artists pushed
and showed to get nearer the hero Of mo
last nights ARRAY. The captain Of the
Gascon company. Carbon de Castel-Ja-
loux was at the head OF his men.
They seek you, Cyrano. TO call you
brother. TO embrace you. to hear
Il would not see-I am not-i desire
not" began Cyrano, sick at heart.
THE hero has the sulks, my GasconsF
cried Carbon. But. regardless OF the
feelings Of the hero. the men crowded
NJ embracing their