The Norfolk weekly news-journal., 1901-07-19
n SHADOW
OF A DREAM
BY HEL0ISE DURANT ROSE.
Copyright, 1899, by Erptn Wdrlmdn.


1t was in the latter part of the last
century and lacked 10 minutes of 5 by
the white and gold clock on the man.
tel shelf in one Of the finest salons of
the Faubourg st. German, when the
portieres were drawn aside and a
dainty maiden in lowered chintz gown,
draped over a gay petticoat. stepped
across the threshold.
pierre! Pierre!' she called, glanc-
ing at the clock, and a good looking
young servant ii. livery Joined her.
II know what you are going to say.
Mile. jeanette, but it is early yet"
Five by the clock, and Nine. Ia Mar
quise may be home at any moment.
You should have lighted the fire SOON
er, Pierre"
he answered good naturally and, going
to the richly carved woodbox in the
corner neal the fireplace, took out some
pine cones and kindled them under the
logs already laid on the andirons,
jeanette watching him the while. In
the shadows Of the autumn evening
the flames lit up her trim little figure
as they also revealed her pouting lips.
Pierre, still kneeling on the hearth,
looked up into his companions face
with a tender expression, but she took
no notice Of him.
always dissatisfied, jeanette. What
is 1t you want nowW
Nothing from you," she answered
rudely.
Pierre sighed. He rose to his feet,
busted his knees, gave a last look at
the fire and then, leaning toward
jeanette, said slowly, "Why are you
SO unreasonable these days"
"You always have declared that no
woman is reasonable
"But you are more unreasonable than
most women. You will not even listen
to a COMPLIMENTARY accept the small
est gift"
Not from you" jeanette replied.
with a toss Of the head.
"You might do worse, my dear. Some
grand gentleman must have turned
your head with his airs, and /, being
only a simple fellow, loving you honor
ably, cannot suit the fine tastes of the
little coquette."
VI am not a coquette."
when l offer you my hand and
heart, what more do you wantf"
The girl hesitated. II am young
and"-
And pretty" put in Pierre.
"And pretty" echoed jeanette, "and
I want to see life"
"See life with me-" urged her lover.
"Can you not leave me alone? l want
no offers from you"
"You are not only a coquette, but
cruel"
And you are not only cruel, but
stupid" retorted jeanette, turning
away and bursting into tears.
Pierre stood gazing at her, a picture
Of dismay. He did not approach the
girl, fearing to offend her still more.
His honest face flushed as be said tim
idly: my dear, only tell me how l
can please you. You do not know how
unhappy your unkindness makes me-"
What does 1t matterT" began Jean
cite, with a petulant stamp Of her foot,
when the rustic Of a silk dress was
heard and a tall, dignifed woman en-
tered the salon.
"Take my cloak, Jeanette" she ex-
claimed and crossed to the fireplace.
PUT some more wood on the fire,
Pierre. The air is chilly. Alack, how
quickly the summer has fed" AS she
spoke her eyes glanced from the girl
to the young man.
HAS Nine. la Marquise any orders?"
he asked.
"If any one calls, l am at home"
Pierre bowed respectfully and left
the salon. AS the marquise unbutton-
ed her gloves she looked keenly at the
young girl.
"You look sad. little one. Not home
sick. l hope"
mo, madame"
you have been crying, jeanette. Has
Pierre been unkindT"
ION the contrary, madame"
The marquise knit her handsome
brow. AS jeanette was about TO take
the cloak and plumed hat into the
boudoir a gesture stopped her. "Are
you unhappy with mef" asked her mis-
tress.
"Ah, no, madame" replie' the girl,
with downcast eyes.
when my old nurse-your grand
mother-wrote, asking II ! could take
you into my service, ! thought ! should
please you both by bringing you here,
but II city life makes you sad why
then, little one, you must 60 home"
"Ah, no, nor interrupted jeanette
quickly. Madame Is too good to send
me hack to my village" o