The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-02-20
YyeILne Samons.

ter. whom she murdered"
What do you mean?"
''Oh, it, was simple enough, although
there was no evidence Of either violence
or crime
Il don't understand"
Listen, Some are born to be honest
women; others, so-called honest women
are born to be eourtesans. Now. Madame
| Sanloris, born to be dishonest. had q
daughter, who was born to be honest
That's all"
Il am still at a loss to"
Let me explain The Countess Samoris
| is one of those tinseled creatures who
| fock to Paris by the thousand very year.
She hailed from Hungaria, or Slavonia, ]
believe. She established herself in the
Champs Elysees. which is the quarter
! most frequented by advenurers, and
| there she opened her saloon TO the first
conner, be he who he may.
Il was one of those VINO went. Why? ]
don't know. Men often &c to places like
hers, because there is game; because
| the women are frivolous and the men dis
| honest. It's a world of freebooters, who
wear all sorts of deeoTa tons with perfect
| sangfroid. They belong invariably to the
| nobility All have titles. yet not one of
them is known at the embassies, should
| you inquire except those who are hired
as political spies All of them talk about
! their honor as they would about their
| boots They cite long line of ancestry,
| and relate curious incidents in their lives.
! They are braggarts, liars, thieves, as
! dangerous as the cards with which they
! gamble, as false as the names they bear,
! aristocrats Of prisons, that's all.
/ II like them, thought 1t interests me to
| know and study them. 1t amuses me TO
listen to their improbable tales. for these
| chaps are always bright, never comE1On-
| place. The women are the gayest of the
| gay. The flavor of ROBUSTNESS about
/ them is exasperating. A mystery envel-
! opes their previous existence, which may
! have been spent in house of correction.
| Generally they have superb eyes and i'm
| possible hair. I like them, too. Nine.
Samoris is a type of this class of adven-
turesses. She is elegant, dark and still
handsome, charming and feline by nature.
| One feels sure that she is vicious. I have
passed many a pleasant hour in her home.
We gambIed, danced, supped
"She had daughter, this Nine. Sa-
morris one of those magnificently healthy
creatures. who is always in jolly mood.
always ready for any amusement, always
laughing with her mouth wide open and
| dancing with full abandon to the Joy it
gives. But she was innocent ignorant
and naive this girl! She was was moth
X .
and had no idea what was going on
around her in her mothers house"
How do YOU know?"
How do I know?" I'll tell you.
found it out in a curious sort of way.
One morning my bell was rung. My
valet, who answered it, announced that a
certain NJ. Joseph Bonenthal wished to
see me. who is hep 1 asked. I am not
quite sure answered my man, but I
think he is looking for a place as SER
want
81 happened to need fellow like him
and employed him.
"a month later Mile. Yveline Samoris
died quite suddenly and rather mysteri-
ously. From my new man 1 learned the
details of her death The Countess maid.
who was his sweetheart, told them to
him.
one night after a bail two gentlemen
who had been in the salon of Nine. Sa-
morris for the first time, retired behind a
portiere for a chat. Mile. Yveline, with
cheeks afame from the exertion of the
dance, drew near this exit for breath Of
fresh air. The strangers had not noticed
her approach. This is what she heard
them say:
Who is the young woman's father"
IA Russian, Count Rouvaloff. He has
left her mother
How came she by the name OF sa-
horse
Through the only man she ever loved.
He was a banker in Berlin. His name was
Samuel Norris
Thanks I am glad you told me- It
will keep me from making fool of my
self
You can imagine the storm Of emotion
this conversation raised in the breast of
instincts of an honest woman. Despair
ravaged her innocent soul. fortunes
killed her mirth and joyousness; chased
the adorable laugh from her lips, and
stified her exultant love of life. The con-
fiict which tore this pretty creatures
heart that night must have been terrible,
and the suspense almost unbearable until
the last guest had departed from the
house. Joseph could not tell me anything
about that. but I knew just how it was.
That same night YYeline went boldly 10
her mothers room, just as the latter was
about to retire, and told her what she had
heard behind the pOrtiere that shrouded
the open door.
Her face was pale and her eyes had
grown to an unnatural size.
IS Mother she said, you must listen to
what 1 have to say And then she re-
peated what she had heard the two men
say behind the portiere.
1.-The Countess was too stupefied to give
a coherent answer at first. OF course she
denied vehementIy all that her daughter
had said, invented a plausible story, and
called upon God as her witness that il
was true The young girl retired some
what relieved, but unconvinced. From
now on she watched her mothers move
ments closely.
Il recall perfectly the change that had
come over the girl. She became grave
and sad. Her big eyes were fixed upon
Us, "a II she tried TO read the truth from
our souls. We didn't know what 70 make
Of her, but came to the conclusion that
she was setting out 10 win a husband
by her sudden shyness and demur con-
duct.
lone evening the last doubt about her
mothers conduct was dispelled. She
came upon her suddenly and knew that
What she had heard was only too true
Cold as ice, the girl entered her mothers
room, and with the calculating air Of
business man proposed strange compact
10 the Countess.
Mother she said, I am resolved 10
do one OF two things We will retire 70
small town. You and I and there we VIII
live as best We can. Your jewels alone
are worth a fortune II you can find an
honest man 10 marry you, so much the
better; still better IL viii be for me II
can do so. II you 90 not agree 70 my
proposition ! viii kill myself
This tiTue'the Countess sent her dauEh-
ter on To bed. and bade her never to refer
TO such things again But Yveline was
determined.
give YOU one month 10 come 10
conclusion II in a month you have not
changed your life, I VIII be dead. There
Il no 1rr1,. 17aro~sa1p vrav n-1- cf .-f, r--
ne
Then the girl left her mother
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