Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1902-06-04

lively too:
"By and By she came to city. 1t
stood high on great hill. 1t had |
splendid houses, churches and palaces,
md beneath, Mt the foot of the noun
lain. there flowed n fine, wide river.
Every stone of that city was made of
gold, and every drop of that river was
a sweet white wine, Whenever the
girl looked at the city she knew It
was so; whenever she looked at the
river she knew TINT it was so, and
when she looked in the eyes of her
prince she knew II was SO, for they
were all gold and wine also, and she
could have lived just ever and ever,
locking ut those eyes til the Scarlet
Hunter blindfolded her and led her
out OH the lonely trail OF the White
valley. from which no man returns.
Yes, she had found her prince. 1t
does not matter where she saw him
lirst-in palace or house or church
- for she saw him; thnt was enough.
.She was only II poor peasant girl,
but he Was u great man. SO wise, SO
splendid, SO kind. He said that she
was beautiful. and she believed him;
he said that he loved her, and she
trusted. bur when she threw herself
on his breast and cried that she would
never leave him there came into his
face strange, pitiful look. That look
broke her heart, fox It couldn't belt
couldn't he! She was only foolish
peasant girl or she would have known
that prince could never be her hus-
band. Vet she knew that he loved her,
"Then there came sad, terrible day.
when al the great men of the kingdom
came together and decided that she
must 20 away or the prince would lose
his kingdom MS well as lose her. What
could she do? She could not wait
about the palace gates; she could not
defy all the great men, who We're so
strong and who could make happy or
she do? But she saw him once again.
1t was at the altar OF great church
oh, n church like none any of you ever
saw. with beautiful Calvary above
the altar and angels with large. fam
Ing wings and IL thousand candies
burning and such wonderful. sweet
music 1t was so she saw him. and
That WAS their goodby. She looked in
to his eyes, and they had the same look
as when she first heard him tell his
love, and she got up on her feet and
called out to him, but he raised his
hand at her as though to say, NO,
never, never"
"And that was the end. She left the
great city, and as she went she saw
that it was only built Of stone and not
of gold and that the river was only
cold, dark water and not wine, after
ALL Her eyes We're not the same. and
they would never be the same. never.
never"
The strange, searching pathos OF her
voice filed the room, like the eerie mu.
sic of violin, and Medallion felt his
face flush and his fingers Jingle, for he
was reading the story of girls life in
the allegory Perhaps only he and one
other understood, and hast other was
the simple Babette She pinched An
tones arm.
Cant you understand" she said.
Antoine shifted from one leg TO the
other, ran his fingers through his hair
and said only: Its good story, very
good Bien, she could so on the stage.
All, once when was in Montreal
saw Il play. VOLTA, that was good
play! Well, she could act in such a
play, that Marie"
Babctte smiled, shrugged her shout.
ders, lifted her eyes and caught Medal,
Hons, and each knew or what the 9th
er was thinking.
Marie now almost breathlessly hur-
ried her story:
so the poor girl came back over the
plains and over the hills to her little
cottage home. But she was never the
same again. she laughed when others
laughed, and she was gay, and she
danced, and everybody said that she
had good times in the world But you.
do you think she had? Because, when
she thought of the city now 1t was no
longer of gold. and when she thought
of the river II was black and wicked
and when she remembered the man
dom frowning at her and the hand OF
her prince raised rs IL it said, NO
never, never"
When she finished, there was silence
for moment, 80 deep that only the
breathing of her audience was heard
They could not read the thing. They
took her story literally, and 1t did not
seem so strange TO them, for they Were
Il simple people. But they were roman
tic, too, having in their lveins-nor did
they know this-the feeling of an an
tique time. SO they applauded hearth
ly, grandly They called "Bravow and
said there was no one in the parish
not In ten parishes, who could tell 4
fine true love story like Marie. Ant
| Alphonse looked at her with his hun
cry eyes as though TO say that We're he
that prince he would have followed
her from that city and have lost hi:
| kingdom and his soul for her.
The dance Of the Little Wolf hat
| been success, and now Medallion
! DuStleu III anu OUT u1nOIlS luclll, break
ing them UP into groups, while the!
kept calling for another dance. AS h,
| passed Marie he whispered 10 her
We'll done ma 'm'selle, we'll done. Blu
you must find another prince. tout'
| suite"
| She shook her head at him, laugh!n.
In plaintive kind of way. but sai(
nothing.
Just then there was hustle at tn
door "yigord! Is it Yigord?' som
cried.
1t was not yigord, but the crow,
parted, making way for tall younl
man, with handsome, clean shaver
face, warm, keen dark eyes and
strong brow above them. He smile
in grave kind of way on them, turn
ing his face from right to left II
though looking for some one. He cal
ried under one arm violin. Ever
one knew the old battered box. 1t wa
Nigord's.
"Why, It's yigord's; it's ylgord's &c
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