The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-09-27

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Nothing, said Constance. "Imere-
consider it pity he cannot care for
pu, since you are so absolutely Iowa
fe." The implied compliment was adj
e1nlstered apparently as salt to SAVIOR
Fne uncompromisingn nature of the state
fnent which preceded it.,
A pity he does not care for me!''
Priscilla repeated scornfully. "Absurd |!
He Is at my feet-literallya at my feet. -
And you at the counts feet. The
course Of true love never did run
smooth"
4 at the counts feet!' cried Priscil-
Ia. at the counts feetl Where did
you get that idea?"
Observation, Constance replied
mendaciously. She was splashing like
fish now in her bath in an adjoining
room and was obliged to keep up her
end Of the conversation under difficult
ties.
ssFor once" Priscilla stormed, with
q stamp Of her foot, which was happily
concealed by the thickness of the rug
upon which she stood, for once you
are mistaken"
sIndeed?'
Utterly mistaken. 1 don't care the
snap Of my finger for the count, for so
counts, for all the titles in Europe!
Thereof
AdmirableH' applauded Constance
What's count anyway?''
That's just it. What s count who
doesn't count?"
Zero" said Constance. Then. as
though thoroughly imbued with the
spirit OF their exalted discourse, she
added fiippantly, "Whoever heard of
count who counted two, after all?''
To this obvious effort of the intellect
Priscilla scorned to reply.
can't imagine, " she began tear
fully, as Constance emerged from her
bath in a crash, looking like rose leaf
STEPPED in dew and the two girls seated
themselves before the fire with their
nail polishers, 81 can't imagine why
anybody ever supposed for an instant
that desired a title.
sYou did desire
81 did not. %
Well, never mind won't dis
cuss it. So long as you have altered
your mind we Won't quarrel. - Then,
very gently, she turned toward Priscil-
Ia. You do love him, don't you?" she
whispered in wheedling little tone
which was essentially girlish. ''He is so
entirely worthy OF it. He has nothing
SO much as your happiness at heart.
You have made him sufficiently miser-
able.'
Of G,,sr y A., l.: ~
interrupted Priscilla.
'sWhat has he done to you to make
you SO cruel?''
He has supposed, cried Priscilla,
with intense Indignation of boiling
over quality which would have filled
the soul Of a student in emotions with
awe, "he has dared to suppose that l.
Iloved title.'
ssWell?"
A mean, miserable title, with per-
Feet reptile of man attached to it-a
man whom it makes my blood curdle to
approach - whose glance is poison,
whose touch is Disgrace
He was jealous.
Priscilla apparently did not hear
He has dared to think, % she cried,
that l, Priscilla Delno, God fearing
woman this in a burst of palpable
satisfaction at having mastered a phrase
which, SO to speak, filled the bill
would stoop to pick up miserable,
middle aged, dyed mustached, muddy
eyed little whippersnapper like that!''
''There was every reason to suppose
IT,, returned Constance, biting her lips
hard to keep from breaking into ring
ing laugh. ''You eyinced no disgust for
him in your treatment of him. -
Certainly not under the circum-
stances -
What circumstances"
You, Priscilla answered tragical-
", you ask me to name the circum-
stances? You must be blind, stone
blind"
Constance stared and dropped her
nail polisher.
Priscilla, what do you mean?'
constance, said Priscilla, with
tears in her eyes, lis it possible you
have not guessed my reason for treating
the count as have?''
"What do you mean?"
"You, too, have misunderstood and
reviled me?'
"Quite SO, said Constance despair.
ingly, unaware of what she was accus-
ing herself.
You have thought intended to
marry the count?''
"What else was to suppose?"
Priscilla drew up her slight figure
stifay. IT will EXPLAIN And then,
with little half sob, half laugh, she
threw herself on the rug at Constance's
feet and put her arms about her.
81 did it for you, goose, - she said.
For me?" the other repeated, with
great astonished eyes.
For you. The Count Adolphe Fran
co.'s Baradet de Lacaze is the musical
critic on the Figaro. The Figaro is the
most influential newspaper in Paris.
The game has been worth the CANDLE"
Then this able diplomat clasped her