The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1899-02-03
E!!IE t.lIS IND INTELLICENCER.
BEL AIR. MD. FEBRUARY 8, 1899.

-uuurIngs, 80 prnuuly nld1Cn. HOW ms
heart achcd when lie caught the somDer
look olga turned GIL her mother at after
noon tea wien Nine. Baharine, seated
with the light discrcctly behind her,
evoked her royal conquests in northern
courtS.
He would marry her snatch her out of
this poisonous air, take her to his own
saintly mother, show her true family
save her! He sometimes fancied Olga un-
derstood his purpose. AS she handed him
his glass Of Russian tea no thought he now
and then caught, deep in her eyes, gentle
light that seemed an answer to his gcnsr-
Gus pity.
eyes, madcmoiselle, my leave is mp next
week l leave Pau tomorrow, and after
IL few days with my sister in Touraine l
shall go to Brest. In IA year shall be at
sea again"
They were standing in the hotel writing
room, near the open window, with its pal
pitating night sky.
"Goodhy, then, and bon voyage" said
Olga i'll her frank, firm voice. but you
must give mo little keepsaEe-tbat lions
claw you wear as a watch charm-a trophy
If an African lion hunt, didn't you tell
inc? 1t appeals to the fierce and free in
Inc, you know"
Julien took off the charm and put it
into the girls fingers. Suddenly grasping
her hand in both of his, he said ardently
81 love you. Will you be my wife?"
Olga freed herself, keeping the lions
claw. Folding her arms, she looked
straight at him, apparently unmoved.
'No, no, and yet you are the first to love
me and to tell me so in that good way.
That's why l refuse you.
"Olga!" cried Julien in chokcd
voice.
''Listcn to mo and will explain. am
not worthy of you. You would be un
happy with me. You remember your SIS
ter's letter that you said you had LOST
Well, picked it up here and read it. She
replied to the condolences you had made
her of your love for me, love l had lGne
guessed. Her words showed me the vast
difference between a true, simple girl and
me, and l saw, too, what a real family is
your family DO grateful for the mother
you have, NJ dc Rhe. l have mother
too, but l have been forced to judge her.
You have seen only her ridiculous sides
but know her better. She would refuse
you my hand because you are only of the
gentry and in moderate circumstances
She has decided that either am to make
4 brilliant match or she will find some
thing else. l know IL lot, don't l, for q
girl of 10? Horrible, isn't it? But it;
true That's why last winter we were al
Nice, last summer ut Sch2Vcningen, now
at Pau. That's why we arc rolling like
trunks from one end of Europe to the 9th
err Mamma WAS almost u princess royal
you see, and from Is I've been given tt
understand that I was meant for an arch
duchess at least, even if u left handed one
marry a mere gentleman. almost {
bourgeois! All, you are disguised, ant
I'm ashamed OF myself. Do not protest
| Besides, am expensive and useless, ant
| you don t need ne, and | wouldn't MAKE
you happy, and l don't love you. l dom
love any one Love is in the things tina
I've always been forbidden. Goodby. &c
up and 90 away without word. Blu
| leave ne your lions claw to remind me o
the honest fellow whom l have treatc'
honestly. Ad.cu!'
Three years later one stormy night tn
transport Du Couotiic back from Senegal
| stopped at the CanaTieS to take on TN
| mail. \ package of papers was tossed int
| the officers mess. De Rho, seated there
| opened q three weeks old Paris sheet, anC
| under the heading arrivals" read TIL
| following: III NJ. the king of Sunbia
l in the strictcst incogpito, as Duke o
| Augsburg, is once more among us. Al
| unfortunate incident occurred at the sta
| ticn. The Baronne de Hall, who, accom-
! panied by her mother, Comtesac Babarine
| was travelling with his majesty, suddcnl.
| missed an ornament of small value, bu
| to which Nine. dc Hall is, it seems, great
| ~ attachcd-a lions claw mounted i'll
| gold circlet. Nine. do Hall has oflcrc'
| 2, OG0 francs for its recovery"
My dear fellow, you'll miss your watcl
| if you don't look sharp"
"Thanls," said Julien, throwing dow
| tho paper and sIringing up as i'll Il dream!
That night the man at the wheel, alon
| Oil the bridge with the young officer, say
| Julien pass his handkerchief several time
| across his face. Strange, was it not, siEce
| though there was Il stiff breeze, the spra
| did not reach thcm:-Adaptcd For ArgO
| naut From the French of Francois Coppce