The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-08-11
till you get tired of the sport" Ten tlmes?" she asked.
 Twenty times-and more!"

till you get tired of the sport" Ten times?" she asked. I Twenty times-and more!" "Nonsense."
 She believed him so little that she gathered her skirts to step off. Stay where you are!" he command ed. sternly.
 And then the bystanders. who had
 listened to this snapped dialogue as if
 petrihed. saw something they will | never forget.
 Brushing aside whoever stood in the | way. the pioneer got to an oak coffer he had sent in that day. He broke the fastenings with the heel of his boot | and kicked the lid over. The box was | full of gold in bulk-the fascinating
 yellow coin glinted to the very brim. Help me-you and you!" The three | strong men. with an effort, turned the box over. and all that gold came down | on the Tagging in a beautiful melting
 heap. Some, rolled away among the | feet of the crowd. But who cared? Not Darmeniere! -t He seemed to be oddly furious. He
 bounced upon an ash shovel that iean-
 ed with the great tongs and poker in | the ancient fireplace-a heavy, curious
 ly fashioned shovel of forged iron, al-
 most as large as a gardeners tool. And with that. shouldering away the | obsequious valet. Darmeniere himself began to shovel gold in the scales | not carefully. not with the religious awe of bank tellers. dribbling coin out
 of small bags-he shoveled gold as one shovels dirt.
 The woman he was buying had sud | denly lost her gayety and her speech. | Up she went for the second time. Dar- | meniere brusquely empties the gold out | of the balance on the stones to go where 1t villed.
 Again he shot his shovelfuls of jing ling coin. Again his wife's weight of | gold raised her from the ground. She must have been sick at heart. The
 pioneer had turned the tables on her. She moved to step off.
 | Stay there!" beloved Darmeniere.
 shoveling like a Trojan And the self
 willed woman stayed-she dared not
 move. She looked at nothing but his
 work. Her lips quivered-her woman-
 hood had felt its master. The only person there who did not
 lose his bearings at that incredible
 moment was the young Count de la Beyargue. Even the marquis felt the
 shame that was being rubbed indelibly
 into the grain of their race by that ter
 rible workingman who insisted on
 paying in full. and in excess for the | wife with whom he had resolved to | ant. standing in the front row of spec l tators twiried his mustache calmly. | and called the score. Mine times! Ten | times!"
 When he said twenty Florence could stand it no longer. She jumped down, ran to her husband and faltered in his arms.
 Forgive me! Please forgive me-" That's a point we'll discuss private | ly, madam, if you please" answered the wounded lion. with severity that
 was gentle. but unyielding. Then wiping his brow he turned to | the lieutenant.
 Now, if you sweep the floor care- fully you will find about 4,00e,0 900 francs in this room. That ought to suffice to
 get the Beyargues out of pawn. If not, you'll find another coffer like this in the vestibule.'
 The lieutenant clinched his gloves and took a step as if to strike. But he | met a look of steel in Darmeniere's gray eyes that suddenly made him value life immensely. and he let the af- front go unpunished.
 It seems. too. that the floor was
 swept for soon afterward marquis and count were in the capital again, both
 cutting very lavish capers. Sad End of Golden Romance. Darmeniere took his wife away to | Paris that night. It is hard to say
 how he decided that their life in com-
 mon should be adjusted. He did not
 reveal it, nor did she and the gossip of
 society passed to other scandals. At the moment when she had begged forgiveness, Florence had doubtless felt that love of complete subjugation
 which is perhaps the sweetest to wo-
 man and the deepest in her. Had Dar- meniere nursed the sentiment he might
 have made a complete slave of her-a
 willing, thankful slave. But it is quite conceivable that his own love had died during the lurid scene in the hall of | the guards.
 At any rate as husband and wife | they incumbered each other very little.
 They lived in a palace on tbe Avenue de Messine. There beautiful Mime. Darmeniere (''nee De la Beyargue.
 said her cards) led a rather rapid mer-
 ry go round of festivities in which her brother and father shared and on
 which her hsuband closed his eyes. Dermeniere was absorbed in labor problems, as mentioned. and he let them have their pace, provided he was let alone with his friends, the navvles.
 Money had lost its value to him since
 he had the joy to shovel it down the throats of those who had tried to huml- Hate him with his wealth. At his death little was left. and that
 little having been willed to different laborers' unions, the De la Beyargues renewed acquaintance with the shuf-
 fling life which fears every clang of the
 door gong The lieutenant was spared
 the worry of the inevitable by getting
 killed. bravely enough, and the mar
 quis blew his head off at the Monte
 Carlo gambling rooms soon after.
 As for FIorence-she managed-she
 alone could just tell how-to keep ner
 head above water till rescue came in the shape of the Aforementioned Aus tralian.
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