Evening journal., 1899-12-07
THE SEQUEL.

Count Corriellis greeting was lei
surely and fine performance
There Is a grace and a reserved gra-
ciousness about a well-bred foreigner
which aii Americans have not. even
when members OF that much-maligned
and enVied social strata, the one Which
leads the world IN this republic OF ours,
Just as Il does In monarchical England
ard imperial Russia
The American usually presents him
OF herself. whether IN drawing-room or
on q platform before a crowded andi-
ence. with ease. and most credltably
But there is q fine. thin line Of de-
markation. very distinct, which sepa-
rates the ease and simplicity Of manner
Of those accustomed, from times re-
mote. to that Difference paid 10 super
iority Of merit and position. with the
self-assertion Of the Individual who Is
forced to battle his way to the consid-
Grafton OF others. and. however slight
It can be detected without difficulty.
Count Corrieln, although in his six
ties. was still an eminently agreeable,
cultured. even a charming man.
Slight and Of medium height with
hair abundant and white as the driven
snow, whose contrast OF coloring was
/ vivid. with eyes dark, sleepy and Inn
penetrable, and his somewhat swarthy
complexion, not altogether free from
! lines around the thin lips, which shut
/ firm and straight, uaconcealed by
beard or mustache, for his was a clean
shaven face, made the count a distin'
guished-i looking man. while he was a
/ conspicuous and attractive figure wher-
ever he happened TO be.
How delightful your solitude is re-
marked the count, with a sigh of con
tent, taking the seat near the fire, and
her own chair. suggested by a FAINT
[ gesture Of Estelle's pretty hand.
Looking keenly at the beautiful face
/ before him. the heightened color. the
gray eyes, In which a mist seemed "a
linger sorrowfully. and the tremulous
motion of the fingers, iluttering rather
aimlessly among the silver of The tea
service. he drew his conclusions.
A part lui, the count detested the
| sight Of a samovar.
There was no tea. Russian, Japanese
English. nor other, which had the
| slightest attraction for this descendant
Of an old Neapolitan house, whose
ducai palace, somewhat abandoned
for the count was a confirmed wander
en-. spending most of HE life in Lon
don and Paris-looked solitary ant
beautiful from the cliffs OF the noun
tain side. where Il stood among iti
gardens. down on the blue waters Of thu
bay stretching out at its feet.
That grand old castle which Estellei
[ thoughts had pictured to her as a fini
locale for a bright Christmas gathering
Of American wanderers on the Con
tinent
with pleasure--No. Neither cream
nor sugar
III the feminine world has decree'
that one must drink the abominaton,
the count once said privately TO SOM
club friends, why. let It be without an,
additions. They only make il worse.
No callers? Why, II seems 10 me thi
Is an ideal afternoon for friends 10 dro
in. A little gQssip, my dear youn
lady, fits In admirably with the dul
weather outside. and would add TO you
charmingly bright areside, where n
! shadows would ever dare to gather,
such a thing were possible"
What comedy OF errors.' said Es
telles thoughts with a shudder
"Oh. yes; ] caught a glimpse Of Mis-
Remington as their carriage crosse
mine, said the count slowly Whil
! with commendable virtue he sat sippin
Estelle's tea
"Oh, II he would only gol Am neve
TO have one quiet hour TO myself?
whispered Esielle's thoughts sadly. -
{ IS maddenlng, But he stays an
urges
! why. surely you must put an end
il Estelle. once and for all, they CON
( manded. You'll be glad to get ava
; from this country and from all thes
: dear, hateful people
s And after all very few men can equi
e the count. as everyone says and think
You know he's devoted to you, and 80
. need not stay more than month at
. time In his ducal palace on the height
OF course there have been marriage
y and births. and deaths. and Joy, an
G sorrow, and revelry, and crime, an
= Indebtedness within les vast wal
through all these centuries and N
\ spirits Of the past must haunt its frei
4 coed corridors and sigh through 4
4 halls and conservatories and wand'
+ through its myrtle and citron grove
e But what do we carer
Anything TO get away. Anything
y put the ocean between you. And cont
I nents. too, II possible, so that you wi
. never. never again Lear his nan