The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1901-07-24
I ind Z 70
/ L>AGS . oglg1
ssS 49, Z.
.aS0

the profusion Of q life or waste ana M
diligence! And say that If my chill
dren are Of my fashion Of thinking
they will choke like dogs dying OF
| thirst rather than slake their threats
with aims cast to them as if they were
| beggars
| With which Cigarette lit her pipe and
hurried away. Her wrath was hot and
her heart heavy within her. She had
given up her whole fete day to wait on
| the anguish and to soothe the solitude
of his friend lying dying there, and her
reward had been to hear him speak OF
/ this aristocrat's donations, that cost
/ her nothing but the trouble Of a few
i words of command to her household. as
| though they were the sanity charities
of some angel from heaven. In that
| moment she could have shot him dead
herself without a second s thought.
on have Vexed her, Victor, said
! Leon Ramon as she was lost to sight
through the doors Of the great desolate
chamber.
| Il hope not. / do not know how, e am
sWered Cecil. ut is impossible to fol-
! low the Windings of her hayward ca
prices child, a soldier, dancer, a
brigand, a spoiled beauty, a mischiev-
lous gamin. How is one to treat such
la little. fagot Of opposites y
The other smiled.
.sAh, you do not know the little one
| yet She is worth study. i painted
| her years ago. There was not pic
| ture in the Salon that winter that was
sought like it. Her future? Well, she
will die, 4 dare say, some bright day
or another at the head Of a regiment,
with some desperate battle turned by
the valor Of her charge and the sight
of the torn tricolor upheld in her little
hands. That is what Cigarette hopes
for. Why not There will always be
q million Of commonplac women ready
to keep up the decorous traditions Of
their sex and sit in sa fety over their
| needles by the siGe Of their heartils.
One little lioness here and there III a
generation cannot do overmuch harm. Z.
I Cecil was silent. Cigarette was
( charming nova fairy story set into
living motion, fantastic little fire.
work out of an extravaganza, with the
=impudence OF G boy harlequin and the
Witching kittenhood Of d girls beauty.
But when this youth that made it all
fair should have passed, when there
!, should be left in its stead only shame
lessness, hardihood. vice, weariness..
those who found the prettiest jest in
her now would be the first to cast
aside with an oath the charred,i
which no golden. careless stream Of
many colored fires Of coquette caprices
would rise and enchant them then
'sWho is it that sent these p asked
Leon Ramon later on as his hands still
I wandered among the flowers. For the
moment he was at peace; the ice and
the hours Of quietude had Gained him.
| Cecil told him again.
What does Cigarette know of her?''
he pursued
Nothing. except, L believe, she knew
that Nine. Corona accepted my chess
carvings
.sAh, thought the little one was jeal-
Gus, Victor"
Jealous? Pshaw! OF whom y
s.Of any one yon admire, especially
Of this grande dame.
Absurd, z said Cecil, with a sense of
annoyance. Cigarette is far too bold
a little trooper to have any thoughts OF
those follies, and as for this grande
dame, as you call her, / shall in every
likelihood never see her again unless
when the word is given to. carry
swords or slances' at the generals sa-
lutte, where she reins her horse beside
! NJ. lie NiareciaaFs at q review, as have
done this morning
The keen ear Of the sick man caught
the infection Of an Impotence, of a
NORTH ion, in the tone that the
speaker himself was unconscious Of.
Cigarette is right, said Ramon, with
slight smile. 81 our heart IS with
your old order. Well keep your his
tory as you have always done, If you
will What my friend was matters
nothing. know well what he is and
how true friend. AS for miladi. she
will be best out Of your path, Victor.
Women! God they are SO fatal. Do
you know what brought me here? No?
AS little as know what brought YOU.
though we have been close comrades.
all these years. Well, it was she. Il
was an artist i had no money, had
few friends, but had youth. I had
I, 4, ~, r liaf5 III fIir,iy +;11
killed it. I loved my art with q great
love. and I was happy Happy until
she looked at me, & he pursued. while
his voice grew IN feyerish haste over
i the words. - by would she not let
me be- She had them all in her gold
en- nets mobiles and princes and poets
and soldiers She swept them B ia
far and wide. She had her empire.
Why must she seek out q man who had
but his art and his youth and steal
these? It was the first year touched
sfriumDh that saw her Thew hnca s.