The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1898-05-28

seen the cinematograph?"
Heaven knows" said I, sitting yawn.
They have one here. We are to be on
exhibition. I dare say"
| Yes" laughed Madame, with the ad-
ded glory Of a photograph for the Or
gan, you know" And she glanced in the
direction of a marque toward which the
company was beginning to gravitate.
They took pictures of our noble selves
entering the church, within the sacred
edifice-as the reverential reporters say
and browsing in the gardens"
1T may be amusing" said, tentatively.
ct is sure to be-" she responded, for
the humor will be strictly unconscious.
am just beside the rood screen, near
Nine. de Belleville."
Another representative of La Belle
France?" I asked. languidly.
| mo, a countrywoman of yours" she
answered, but she was married to a
Frenchman. They lived near our estate
at DIXON. He died last month" She sigh
ed. The suspiration was not a eulogium
on the deceased.
Rather early to attend a marriage?'
I hazarded. being old-fashioned on some
matters but the suggestion of mourning,
now that you mention her recent bereave-
ment. was admirably carried out in the
toilet"
Madame smiled and shifted her sun
shade.
BY the way, our host was very faithful
to his partner" observed; ''he did not
marry second time, though Mrs. Ched-
derstow died when the girl was born,
understand"
yes. her first child" responded mad
anne.
The first! Surely you forget Fred, the
engineer, who was killed on the Niger?"
Il do not forget him, said madame,
quietly; she was looking at one of the
girls. whose profile was turned toward
us at the moment; it was her eldest
daughter, Miss Lucille. 1 made some COM
! plimentary illusions to the young lady.
''She is well enough" remarked madame
| carelessly. do you know the other, on
| the right?''
1 shook my head regretfully.
Indeed! Then, I shall introduce you
II you are very good That is Miss Lang
ton, Professor Langton's daughter" she
replied; 1--WE liked her exceedingly, for
she has been staying at Dion till quite
recently with an invalid aunt. You surely
have met the professor"
Il know him slightly I answered, but
my ways are not scolastic."
mo" said madame with unnecessary
warmth of assent. He is wrapped up in
his work, whatever 1t is, something about
the great aux. 1t is well to have an OBJ
! ject in life
81 wonder whether he will wake to the
fact that he has a beautiful daughter who
will want to be settled in life?" said l.
THE fact will probably be brought I'M
der mis- notice." replied madame, looking
straight at me-
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and the three stood facing US. Lucille was
French, the other young lady merely
| fashionable. but the English maid appear
ed to be the loveliest / had ever seen.
They came in our direction a moment,
until Lucille, laughing, said something
and, as If by one impulse, they wheeled
with the grace Of startled deer and went
toward the marquee.
Il wish | could do that" said Madame
referring to the gesture of one who had
passed her slim arm across her back and
had caught the other at the bend of the
elbow.
You can afford to say So" observed.
"A Frenchman would have done bet
ter" she remarked
But l am English. you know" I re-
piled. "Veracity is the bade of all our
tribe. We rarely taste the high joy of
being truthful and complimentary at the
same time"
But you thrive we'll on the priva ton"
she laughed. rising. Now take me to the
show" and she slipped her arm within
mine. You really ought TO think Of get
ting married" she continued. Marriage
supplies raison d'etre. Did you ever
map out a career?'
Frequently" 1 replied. hut always
failed at reducing the plan of my mag
nation 10 the scale OF my brains"
MADAME raised her finger and drew me
into the shadow of the clematis Ap-
preaching footsteps sounded on the gray
Ell. A moment later Chedderstow and
Nine. de Belleville appeared. His arm
was round her. his iron gray head bent
toward her own, still black as midnight
They passed slowly, utterly obliyious Of
our presence; nor did my companion move
until they had disappeared beyond a no.
bic specimen OF Glastonbury thorn mask
ing another path.
The first chapter in a middle-aged ro-
nance" said l. o. woman"
The last. If you please" replied ma
dame; "a cuivre was written nearly
twenty-seven years ago by that great
shuffler of destinies. circumstance and
now II will run on smoothly TO the end"
Then you mean to say
Madame lifted her graceful shoulders.
Did you read La Provencale?' " she
asked
y SKINNED through IT once" said I i'm
patiently.
Then peruse II again" continued ma
dame, but substitute for the heroine an
English girl When she was Is her family
sold her In the usual way 70 a Major de
Bellevlle. He spent her money as we'll
as his OWE and took himself of on active
service to Africa. News Of his death In
Egypt reached her year later. She re-
turned 10 England and married our host,
who had known her since childhood. They
we're happy one year and son was born.
Well. OF course, the superfuous Belle
vile was not dead. He reappesred pree-
entity unchanged and uuchaugea ble-she
went back 10 him 5; was her duty. Mon
sluer married again. hts family urging
him. you can guess the rest. They trod
the Ghorny track Of honor. and-welI. you
see IL sometimes leads % happiness. even
here"
Rather melodramlc," I observed
What else is hfe2' asked madame
And rather late In the day, too"
BAH" cried the vivacious lizzie lady
pressing my arm. what Of hiatt Are we
sure OF g moment? God knows what an
ugly world We make OF this, but on, what
q sorry world II would be Il love were only
tor the younger.
Nevertheless, It might De more CON
Portable could the heart grow gray with
the head" said I. remembering the two
gray hairs had found On my left temple
that morning.
Madame laughed gayIy. twirItng her
parasol. shame OF you" she cried Do
you for get your own English proverh
Kissing IS ont Of season when The gorse
IS oat OF bloom p
And as We were just then turning the
corner OF the ily-ber6eTe5 walk leading
70 the marquee. I could Tot answer e.
fectively-WnlI4m Buckley "a Black ard
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