The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-06-24

ment, and the panied look in his face
showed he was angered at his own
want of self-Control.
Your pardon, monsieur" he said
slowly. Il am ashamed to have be-
have in so roturicr a fashion. Nay,
marquis, pray do not do that"
For De Nantos had swiftly replaced
the table on it's legs, and with a candle
he had taken from a sconcc was not
taking notice of the dukes speech, but
continued to peer about him.
why" he cried. "if you We're look
ing for the dice, there they are"
De Nantos stared at the ivory cubes
in searching for the dice. He took no
notice of his hand.
How foolish of me!" he said. "Of
course, ! remember catching them as
they fell" lie placed the dice in the
box as he spoke and sat down.
Monsieur le Marquis" said the duke,
generally it would please me for you
| to honor my poor house with your
presence as long as you would. But
tonight | trust you will not think me
| discourteous If l ask to be left alone"
Without word the Marquis rose,
| gravely saluted the beggared man and
| went out.
| The Duke de ST. 1bars attended him
| to the door and then came back and
| threw himself into chair. That he
| wis ruined, that he was soon to die by
| his own hand, affected him not at all.
| 1t was the fortune of War-he had play
| ed for high stakes and lost. 1t was
| not possible for him to regret what he
| had done or TO whine because the luck
| had gone against him. Pride of race
| and the only creed he had ever known
| an utter disbelief in God or man, in
| everything indeed, except in the STAIN
! lessness of his own personal honor
! kept from that. But one thought fes-
tered and ranked within him like a
poisoned wound, filling his mind with
| rage, with establishment. with bitter
unavailing regret
lie knew now that he loved his wife,
and the knowledge had come to him
! too late.
There was the rustic of silk. and the
tapping Of little high-heeled shoes on
the parquet fOOr, and the Duchesse de
| st. lbars came in. Diamonds shOne
| and glittered i'm her hair, but they were
| dull besides her eyes, the pearls round
the slender column of her neck did but
| aCCentuate the purer Whiteness of h2l
| skin. Nineteen years old. tall, slight
and graceful. men spoke of her as the
| loveliest, as she was the coolest of the
court beauties.
Duke" she said, II asked old Fab.
rice to pay my jaweler, and he made
difficulties. What is the use of /;
steward if he does not pay ones trades
people? May / ask you to speak tC
him?'
She was sitting in the chair which
De NantOs had used, and was looking
with earnest scrutiny at the toe of {
tiny shoe which peeped out from be
meath the silver emhroideries of hel
gown. She dazzled his newly opened
eyes as she sat there, ddintily alluring
deliciously young, with her air of unat
tainable remoteness. Yet she had beer
his-his own-and he had neglecte
her for De Nantos, the gamestcT, anC
Olympic, the dancer. He ceased to lool
at her. and fell to playing with tn,
dice box on the table.
He was listening to a voice which re
peated: You know not love, you know
not love!"
fan tapped impatiently on the table
and his wlfe's fresh young voice brok
in"
You grow ungallant, Duke" she saic
you know not love, you know no
loye!" went on the voice as he locke