The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1899-10-07

of Madame de Irene tnen on the VICE
mouth and roly-poly figure Of her hus-
hand. Not at all edited by this
scrutiny. he again turned his attention
to the daughter. in the front of the box.
Intensely Interested in the opera. and
awkwardiy seated. she looked to the
last degree provincial. Behind her in
n mirror which reflected the stage APP
peared the farmers and proprietors OF
the domain of Avenal-the- traitor
Gavestor, the Judge MacIrton, the
touching Anna, and all the others. Be
fore long all these personages seemed
as they passed to be wishing him hap
pIness with Mademolselle Yiolette.
The noise made by his opera hat as
1t rolled across the box woke him with
a start. Instantly pursuing It, he near
ly knocked over chair. At this the
dowager looked severe, and NJ. de Irene
protected one ear with his hand, lest
the noise should make him lose note
OF the music.
Cabour reseated himself. and In or
der to avoid another accident, this time
carefully placed the opera hat hat be-
meath his coat. for he fully intended to
take another nap.
Alas! he had forgotten the entr-'acte.
He was obliged to talk. And such
conversation Heavens! 1t was call
cuiated to make one even regret the
momentary absence of George Brown.
Anna. and all the characters Of the
opera.
This Is my nephew. Jacques de Ca
bour, of whom I have SO often spoken"
'Ah!" said N. de Irene. bowling to
Jacques. and in harsher tone his wife
repeated "Ah!s
AS jacques made a low bow he saw
that. although Mademolselle yiolette
was looking at him, she did not seem to
be particularly interested.
NJ. de Irene appeared to have diff
Guilty in finding something to say. At
last he raised his eyes to the ceiling and
murmured: Fine house"
Charming repeated like an echo
the angular Madame de Irene.
81 shall take rest at the back Of the
box" said Madame de Jalon. glancing
at her nephew as she vacated the chair
next MademoIselle Vlolette.
Jacques took the hint, and replacing
his aunt, endeavored to be amIable.
DO you like music, mademolselle?"
Eyes, monsieur"
You are probably a very good per-
former?"
For an Instant violette hesitnted;
then, seeing her mothers expression,
she cast down her eyes and,replied:
Eyes. monsieur"
Well" thought Jacques, she Ger.
tnlnly is not troubled with modesty"
DO you often visit Paris, madeh-
sOnle?"
eve come every year at the time of
the horse show for week or so. This
year we have remained little longer
because"
At a look from her mother she
stopped short.
"Because?" questioned Jacques.
8IademsoIlle violette had turned
scarlet to the roots of her hair.
III do not know" she stammered.
much embarrassed.
You come to the horse show" con-
tinued Jacques. determined to do his
duty: "then you are fond of horses"
She was about to reply, but her
mother did not give her a chance.
"vlolette is fond OF horses because
her father likes them" said she in a
voice as sharp as her nose. "she is a
good girl who docs as she is bid"
Yes" affirmed N. de Irene. "she
does Just what you tell her to do"
Jacques thought this a doubtful
recommendation. and seeing that her
parents answered the questions he adj
dressed to Mademsollie Yiolette, he
judged 1t useless to continue interrogo-
tions only made as a matter OF polite
ness. for he had fully determined never
to marry this ugly, badly dressed girl.
who listened so eagerly to the Dame
Blanche"
He waited until the curtain rose, and
as soon as he saw the three Trenes
again absorbed in the opera, disregard
ing the dowaser's appealing glance, he
slipped out Of the box.
II.
The next day jacques put into an en-.
velope address to his aunt a card bear
Ing these words:
Never! never!! never!!!"
Then he dismissed the grotesque in.
teryiew from his mind. and as usual at
that season OF the year. interested him
self in the races. pigeon shooting. and
above all the dog show. For Jacques
always exhibited. and every year his
superb dogs took prizes at the Tullerles
show. This year he was dissatisfied
with their condition. The hounds were
less IL than usual. and ns a crownIng
annoyance. favoriie pointer, since be-
Ing parted from his master. had pinned
and grown thin. despite Jacques fire.
queHt visits
One afternoon when he went about
O'clock to call on Domino, he saw n lady
talking 10 his man. who had come from
Tourainc with the dogs. But poor Dom
ino did not seem to be interested in the
conversation. Crouehlng nt the back
Of his box, and hidden under the straw
a.. I.,,t,. ,it,,rod tho fin M HE roso nd