Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1899-04-27

passed her, he went out from ne room
and she heard his footsteps cross the
hall--heard him open the outer docr
and descend the stairs.
In an instant all the coldness van
ished from her face. Her hands III
stinctively locked themselves together'
until the jewels on her white myers
cut into the flesh. Her lips met III one
firm line: her eyes blazed.
Il must know the TRUTH" she muir
INJURED. half-aloud. II must find out
whether this story Henri dAugmont
was so eager to tell me is true or false.
He was angry because my love Tor
Louis makes me ice to all othef men.
1t is not fashionable so to love III
France, he says. Fashionable! As IL
ones heart could follow fashion,. An,
If Louis and might go back 10 the oiu
gart.en. where all was true, and where
we might love and be loved. without
this cruel comment and criticism or
the world! But this story-that my
husband is devoted to another woman;
that he Is the constant shadow OF the
young Countess d'Aubigny: that. wea'
ried of my beauty. he turns to her
darker eyes and midnight hair-no,
no. il is not, cannot be true. VIII
mot believe IL. But / must see and
know her for myself. Why does Louis
shlt me out from this world! All,
when / thought his love made me q
prisoner | was content; but now l
will break my bonds. | will demand
to 20 with him into his world, TO re-
ceiye recognition and Difference as his
wife. Then / can teach this countess,
beautiful though she may be, that Flor
ence Geryase, the wife, is no unworthy
rlvalr'
she rose as she finished speaking her
own scarcely-acknowledged thoughts.
and, passing from the o into the
drawing room beyond, paced up and
down its length, as a bird beating its
wings against the bars of a golden
Gag
How time went by she took no heed.
Her brain was in q turmoil. She had
walked miles upon the soft. yielding
carpet, unconscious of fatigue, until
Marie, respectfully drawing aside the
heavy portierre, asked If madame in
tended to drive-that the horses were
waiting at the door.
Yes she answered. suddenly real
izing that the outer air would be CRATE
full to her.
Fifteen minutes later, gracefully re-
Ginning in her own luxurious victoria,
coachman in front and footman behind
her toilet irreproachable, her beauty
peerless and unrivalled-many an eye
followed her carriage, and many a
heart heaved with envy at her SEEM
ingly enviable lot.
The September day was lovely, and
the Partisan tide was turning home
ward, as the number of elegant estab
lishments taking the same direction as
herself denoted; but though anxious
and interested glances flashed toward
her from their occupants, there was
no interchange of smile and bow.
Louis Geryase's wife possessed few
friends, indeed, ia the city which lad
been her home for little more than a
year.
Now and then some gentleman raisea
his hat to her with marked and court
eous Difference: but in all Paris she
possessed no nm friend.
For the first time, this afternoon.
this fact fact weighed upon her. Here
tofore her devotion to her husband
had so absorbed her as to shut out all
else. The world, bounded by his i'm
mediate presence became the world of
her existence and desire.
But n new feeling was %springing into
aydra-headed life--a feeling as intense
as her love,and born of her love. yet
which might onver it into loves own
shadow. hate-the feeling of jealousy.
As yet il was but a spark. but al
ready he moment was at hand which
would fan it into fame.
Her coachman had turned his horses
homeward, and was slowly walking
them through the long avenue in the
Bots, up and down which an endless
stream of carriages were likewise NOV
ing slowly. that each might have on
p~ortunity to recognize their neighbor.
when, lifting her eyes. she saw. di.
rectly beside her own, a victoria with
a coronet upon its door.
Within IL were seated n woman and
a man. The woman. young and strik-
ingly handsome, with eyes and hair
as black as night, and a skin colorless
as marble; the man-ah, il needed no
second glance to tell her who was the
man,
involuntarily, she leaned a little for
ward, II his name escaped her lips.
behdirg, with every mark of deyo-
ton, toward his companion. he bad
not seen her: but at the sound of her
voice, he raised his head, and n dark
scowl came over his face. UNBIASED
away by any smile, as he grayely and
sternly lifted his hat.
"Wha n hpautiful u,or,ov,
claimed the countess. "Who IS sbeY,
But he only shrugged his shoulders
in reply.