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judged, and that severely. her fox hunting
adorers and har cotillon partners. All dc.
sired her; none esteemed her; not one Rad
made her an offer of marriage. 20 she
pulled them up short if they ventured to
speak TOO close g. her ear in the VIII ri az
he waltz or pressed too lonc the hand sha
held ont to them on caHaraGe.
Julien, sensitive and discerning. diScov
rred the secret high heartedness of thl
'thoroug hbred, " as Olga was called. lIs
loved her, too, for her beauty, Of course,
nd his head would swim when at uau-e
light that seemed an answer 10 his ger9r
Gus pity
YES, nademoisello my leave is up rcxt
week | leave Pan tomorrow, and altci
few days with my sister in Touraine
shall 20 % Brest. IN year | shall be at
sea again.
They were standing in the hotel writing
room. near the open window, with its pail
ptating night sky.
"Goodby, then, and bon voyage, said
Olga in her frank, firm voice But you
must give me a little keepsake-that lion $
claw you wear us a watch chHrm-a trophy
If an African lion hunt, didn't you tell
me? " appeals to the fierce and free in
me, you know.
Julien tcek off the charm and put il
into the girl, fingers suddenly grasping
ner hand in both OF his. he said ardenly:
Il love you. viii you be my wifcs'
Olga freed herself keeping the lions
claw. Folding her arms, she looked
straight at him, apparently unmoyod
mo, TO, and yet you are the first TO love
me and to tell me so in that good way
That why | refuse YOU.
Olga" cried julien in chokcd
voice
Listen TO mo and l will explain. l am
not worthy of you. You would be Un-
happy with me. You remember your sis
ter's letter that you said you had lost:
Well, l picked it up here and read it. She
replied 10 the condolences you had made
her of your love for me, love | had long
guessed Her words showed me the vast
difference between a true, simple girl and
me, and | saw, too, what % real family Is
your family. Be grateful for the mother
you have, NJ dc Rhe. l have u mother,
too, but 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 tho
gentry and in moderate circumstances.
She has decided that either am to mako
brilliant match or she will find some
thing else. | know lot don't |, for
girl of ~? Horrible. isn't it. But II
true That's why last winter we were Mt
Nice. last summer at Schcycningcn, now
| at Pau That 5 why we are rolling Ike
trunks from one end of Europe To the 9TH
err Mamma was almost u princess royal,
| YOU see and from 10 I've been given to
| understand that was meant for an arch
| duchess at least, even if n left handed ono.
Marry mere gentleman, almost \
| bourgeois! All you are Disguised. and
| I'm ashamed Of myself. Do not prot ST.
| Besides, | am expensive and useless and
| you don't need me, and ! wouldn I make
| you happy, and don't love you. don t
| love any one Love is in the things that
| I've always been forbidden. Goodhy. u Il
up and 80 away without a word. Eut
leave me your lions CLAW to remind me of
| the honest fellow whom l have treated
| honestly. Adicu!'
Three years later one stormy night tho
transport Du Coucdic, back from Scuc ,al,
! stopped ut the Canaries TO take on the
| mail. A package of papers was tossed into
the officers mess DE Rho, seated There,
| opened % three weeks old Paris sheet, and
under the heading arrivals read tho
| following; I'll. Nj. the king of ~uahla.
in the striotcst incognito, ms Duke OF
Augsburg, is once moro among us. An
unfortunate incident occurred at the sta
| ton. The Baronne de Hall, who, accom-
panied by her mother ComteSsa l3aharne,
was travelling with his majest i suddenly
missed al ornament of smA- value, but
TO which Nine de Hall is, it seems, great
w attached-a lions claw mounted in a
gold circlet Mime. do Hall has offered
1000 francs for its recovery
My dear fellow, you'll miss your watch
II you don't look sharp,
| Thanks, " said Julien, throwing dowr
the paper and Springing mp rs in dream
That night the man at tho wheel, alon'
on the bridge with the young officer, saw
Julien pass his handkerchief several time'
across his face, Strange, was it not, since
though there WAS stiff breeze, the spray
did not reach them?-Adapted For Argo
naut From the French of Francois Coppee