Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1899-01-08

says. I love you. /. you see. an: ID
same up to the last,
II made your misery. II
You made my happiness. | never
knew the sweetness OF womanss love.
My mother could not find me fair.
never had q sister. LAGER / feared q
mistress would but mock at me-. Bur T
have had q friend. Grace to you. 4
woman S robe has futtered in nay lifei',
i loved but once, cried Roxane.
yet twice must lose my lovei''
The moon came up through the
branches. Cyrano looked at it. but
Roxane looked ON him.
Tonight" he smiled with whimsi-
cal remembrance, .sIH make my lunar
trip with no projectile's aid. There they
will send me for my paradise. More
than one soul have loved is there in
exile. shall find again--G Calico. Soc
rates. Come, come, you weep. LIE
Bret, you used to scold me- What? All.
yes. Cadets of Gascony are there! CO.
pernicus has said
"Oh, walled Roxane, Il cannot
bear it,"
Mais que diable allait-il faire en-
cette galire?' he raved on.
Philosopher, physician, versitier and
and many famous duels fought. Lover.
too-after a fashion. Here lies Hercule
Savinien de Cyrano de Bergerac-.a bit
of everything. yet naughti"
He fell exhausted in his chair. He
raised his eyes TO Roxane and seemed
again himself.
BE not less faithful to his me-
Dry. he said. but wear your weeds
twoF'
Il swear it,"
His glazing eyes were fixed upon the
trees. He started TO his feet. They
rushed TO hold him, but he waved them
back.
1T comes" he said. 81 feel my feet
shod with marble, my hands glovedt
heavily with lead But not here. Sit
ting-no standing, standing to the last
let me meet him-standing and swordN
in hand!" The old soldier raised his
weapon defiantly.
''Cyrano," cried Roxane, half faint
ing. Bat he did not hear her. His
eyes were still fixed straight ahead.
He looks upon my nose. The i'm
pudent, What's that you say? It's
useless? All, l know it. BAIT no one
nights for mere success. No, mol 1t la
more beautiful because it's frnitless.
Who are you, there you thousands? /
know you, every one All my old en-
emies. All, Falsehood, there! Have
at you! Have at youths sword was
aimed at the shadows. And you, old
Compromise? And Prejudice and
Treachery! See how 1 strike You!
Treat with you? Never! And there,
too, Folly, you? / always knew that
at the end you'd throw me to the earth.
What matters it? l fight, L fight you
still"
They watched him strike at his old
foes, the few who loved him, seeing
him moment by moment growing
weaker He stopped. breathless. Then,
after a pause, he went on:
Yes, you have snatched from me the
laurel and the rose. Take all! In
spite of you there is one thing, Que :.
thing. | bear, and when tonight | en-
ter into heaven and make obeisance at
the threshold. one thing without q
crease-without stain-L bear away
with me in spite of YOU
In the moonlight they strained their
eyes to see him. They lis sened, hold
ing their breath for the last word
And that-and that?" whispered
Roxane.
He fell back into lie Bret's out
stretched arms. His sword falls fiUnl
his hande &ut- throaps BE, llua.ss2.
silver of the night she sawnIs smile.
She bent over him. She kissed his
forehead. She whispered once again:
"And that?"
And that" he answered smiling
into her eyes, ''is my soldiers plume,
unstained."
(The Eud)