The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1899-01-21

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i him him All! You are the man who i;
SO much in love with me :. How dc
i you do = giving him q hearty hand
!. shake, like a man. The sailor, trus.
i hearted fellow that he. was, loved hel
4 the more as he grew to understand and
pity her. For he was right. Olga was
fantastic, i'll brought up, but neither a
firt nor snob. Feeling, perhaps, the
vanity Of her life OF pleasure, she
judged, and that severely, her fcx hunt
4 ing admirers and her cotillon partners
All desired her, none esteemed her
not one had made her an offer of mar
rage. So she pulled them up short
II they ventured to speak too close to
her ear in the whirl of the waltz, o.
pressed too long the hand she held out
to them encamarade.
Julien, sensitive and discerning, dis
covered the secret Observation-Disclosures OF
the Thoroughbred" as Olga was called.
He loved her, too, for her beauty, of
course; and his head would swim,
when, at a pause in the dance, the
authenticated goddess with the black
eyes and the tea-rose skin, would lean
on his arm and would intoxicate him
with her starry gaze and violet breath.
But he loved her above all for her
sufferings, so proudly hidden. How
his heart ached when he caught the
somber look Olga turned on her moth
er at afternoon tea. when Nine. Ba-
barine, seated with the light discreetly
behind her, evoked her royal conquests
In northern courts.
| He would marry her-sna:ch her out
OF this poisonous air, take her to his
own sanity mother, show her true
fam1ly-save her! He sometimes fan
cleo olga understood his purpose; as
she handed him his glass of Russian
tea. he thought he now and then
caught, deep in her eyes, a gentle light
that seemed to answer to his generous
pity.
Yes, mademoiselle, my leave is up
next week. leave Pau tomorrow, and
after a few days with my sister in
Touraine, I shall go to Brest; in
year I shall be at sea again"
They were standing in the hotel writ
ing room, near the open window, with
its palpitating night sky.
"Good-by, then, and bon voyage"
said Olga, in her frank, firm voice.
But you must give me a little keep
sake-that lions claw you wear as
watch charm-a trophy of an African
lion hunt didn't you tell me? It ap-
peals to the fierce and free in me. you
know" 1
Julien took off the charm, and put
it into the girls fingers. Suddenly
grasping her hand in both of his, ar
IDENTIFY: II 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 I refuse you"
"olga!" cried Julien, in a choked
voice.
Listen to me and will explain. I
am not worthy of you-you would be
unhappy with me. You remember
your sisters letter that you said you
had lost? Well, I picked it up here and
read it. She replied to the condolences
you had made her of your love for me
"a love l had long guessed. Her words
showed me the vast difference between
true, simple girl and me. And 1 saw,
too, what real family is-your fam
lily. Be grateful to the mother you
have, M. de Rhe. I have a mother,
too, but I 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 l am to make brilliant match
-or-she will find something else. I
know lot, don't l, for a girl of 10?
Horrible, isn't it? But it's true. That's
why last winter we were at Nice, last
summer at Scheveningen, now at Pau
That's why we are rolling like trunks
from one end Of Europe to the other
Mamma was almost princess royal
you see; and from Is I've been givel.
to understand that I was meant foy
an archduchess at least, even if a left
handed one. Marry mere gentleman,
almost a bourgeois! All! you are dis,
gusted, and I'm ashamed of myself.
Do not protest. Besides, am expen
sive and useless, and you don't need
me and wouldn't make you happy
and don't love you. don't love any.
one. Love is in the things that I'v&
always been forbidden. Good-by. Get
up and go away without word. Bus
leave me your lions claw to REMIND
me of the honest fellow whom I hav>
treated honestly. Adieu!" -
Three years later, one stormy night.
the transport Du Couedic, back from
Senegal, stopped at the Canaries to
take on the mail. A package of pa
pers was tossed into the officers mess.
De Rhe, seated there, opened a three
weeks old Paris sheet, and under the
heading arrivals" read the following:
III. NJ the king of Suabia, in the
strictest incognito, as Duke Of Augs-
burg, is once more among us. An
unfortunate incident occurred at the
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