The River Falls times. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1894-1933, 1898-12-06
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.iob Won cannot understand
and there are things which | can
.dorotand." returned Marjorie quiet
w Then she showed him the letter
which she had received, and asked
ooImIv, rs this true?''
roussidiere took the letter and read
- with a scowl; when he had done so
~ tore it I'D and scattered the pieces
on the floor.
Leon" said Marjorie, "is it true?"
eyes" he returned. my friend,
Mademoiselle Seraphine, is entertain
ing and my wife is not; when man
has little leisure, he does not seek
the society of the dullest companion OF
his acquaintance"
He quietly went on eating his break
fast as if the subject were at an end.
For while Marjorie watched him, her
face white as death; then she went to
him and knelt at his feet.
Leon" she said, in a low, trembling
voice, "let us forget the past; maybe
If has been my fault; but. indeed, |
never meant it. dear. l have been so
lonely and so sad, and | have been
kent apart from you because l thought
YOU wished it, and-yes- because you
sometimes seemed so angry that /
grew afraidr
She tried to take his hand, but he
thrust her aside.
Won iC tho wau IN
win me back?" he said: cit is more
likely to drive me away, for, look you,
| dislike scenes and l have business
which demands that / keep cool. There,
dry your eyes and let me finish my
meal in peace"
At that time nothing more was said,
but once he was free of the house,
Caussidere reflected over what had
taken place He was in sore trouble
as to what he must do. To abandon
Marjorie meant abandoning the goose
which laid him golden eggs, for with
out the supplies which Miss Hethering
ton sent to her daughter, where would
Caussidiere be?
One afternoon, as he was about to
return home in no very amiable frame
of mind an incident occurred which
aroused in his mind a feeling not eX-
actly of jealousy, but of lofty moral in
dignation. He saw, from the window
of shop where he was making pur-
chase Marjorie and little Leon pass
by in company with a young man
whom he recognized at a glance. He
crept to the door, and looked after
them, scarcely able to believe his eyes.
Yes, it was real! There were Mar
JOrie and little Leon walking side by
side with young Sutherland, his old
bette noir from Scotland,
Half an hour later, when he reached
home, he found Marjorie quietly seated
in the salon.
'Leon!" cried Marjorie, startled by
his manner, sis anything the matter?'
He did not answer, but glared at her
with growing fury,
She repeated her question. He was
still silent. Then, as she sat trembling,
he rose, crossed over, and put his fierce
face close to hers.
Let me look at you. Yes, I see!
You are like your mother, the
lie concluded with an epithet too
coarse for transcription,
She Sprang up, pale as death.
What have I done?" she cried.
Do you think l am a fool blind?
10 you think I do not know who it is
you go to meet out there? Speak!
answer! How often have you met
him."
And he shook his clinched fist III her
face.
DO you mean Tny old friend, John
nle sutherland" she returned, trem
Jung oh, Leon, I was so glad to see
MN; ne is so kind have known him
~ long l saw him one day by chance,
and since then
let You said nothing to mel"
II was often on my tongue, but
was afraid. Oh Leon, you are not
friend?"
~. ne answer came, but not in words.
tn''e'lng fierce oath, and repeating
savage epithet he had used before,
q. ne struck her in the face with all his
O.ee' and she fell bleeding and swoon-
'Hs upon the floor.
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