Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1903-01-08

'-luoI pei MT litl ldllltl W JuubG lOl hNi ,
since her mother is no more. | have
said No. l again say No 1t will
not do"
But"
Discussion is useless. must exer-
else an old mans privilege, Mr.. DeSes-
saure, and ask you to bid me good
day."
The young fellow strobe from the
room, his face stormy. Half way down
the graveled walk that led to the white
gate which hung by one hinge tender
voice cried to him and from the rose
bushes a little figure emerged. The
eyes were dark and lit from within by
a steady brave light The mouth was
a crimson bud waiting for the opening
kiss. In gown of simple white, with
a rose at her throat. she looked cen
trail figure stepping from some picture
Of the old Southland Behind her
flowed the broad, even Mississippi.
at is as | feared" she said, tremor
in her words.
at Is as you feared"
What then, my Edouard?"
He took her in his arms and looked
down on her brown hair.
81 will go away; | will work; you
will waltz"
"You will go when and where?"
"Today-to South America. | have
an offer from the New Orleans engi-
neers."
81 will wait, how long?"
II cannot say, my jewel, my pearl,
my darling; but will work"
81 will try to wait, but I am only a
girl and you know Monsieur De Bon
marche, my father My duty Is to him
He is so old, so old and weak. He has
fallen from such high estate. Think!
To have owned the plantation Belle Isle
and to have come to this, depending
upon his little daughters music for the
food he eats. And cannot give him
the things he needs"
In his white teeth he ground a fiery
French oath. He was well used to this
story of man old In selflshness, re-
pining at fate, accepting unthankIngly
the fruits Of his child's hands, COM
planning always, intolerant Of advice,
demanding as his right the daily sac
rilce Of that fresh young life.
"Be steadfast, sweetheart" he MUIR
INJURED, kissing her on brow and chin.
BE steadfast ord wat will work. "
Then he was po"o
When Edouard DeSessGure was toss
Ing upon the slow-swinging seas above
the equator Francois Regnier came into
the town of Polnte Cachee. In three
months he was the most noted person
there. Fifty years old, unmarried,
gray-mustached. Ruddy-faced, fat,
good humored, coarse and wealthy, he
made himself felt He sold wines and
lent money on mortgages. shrewd and
grasping dealer in things who had
fought his way upward from n poverty
stricken childhood in the cutters Of
New Orleans. II was said OF him that
he never ceased from pursuit Of any
object he desired. Because he was ut
terly unlike her in every way, he be-
came instantly attached to Mile. Hor-
tense Marguerite Eugene Anne De
Bonmarche called by young and old
negroes and whites, "Bebee." He had
the wit to see that he could not hope
to win her by any graces OF his own,
and moreover the story Of her love was
lold to him before he had been a week
in the little town. So he laid siege to
Raoul De BOnmarche, the father
Rich wines went to cheer that old
heart. Rich foods found their way to
the little house on the river bank Per
idue from the finest tobacco lands I'm
ST. James parish sent It's incense up
ward in the library" For hours Of
evenings Francois sat and listened to
stories Of former paintings. former gay
cites. former duels. Monsieur De Bon
marche belonged TO that class Of South
erners ruined by the civil war and. like
many Of them. could think and talk Of
little other than days anterior TO the
great invasion from the North. In the
warmth Of the wine II seemed 10 him
that the present borrowed luster from
the past: in the steady devotion Of the
storekeeper II seemed that his long dis
used abilities had walked and were once
more exacting their proper homage.
The girl was patient through II all.
She turned a smiling face to her father.
She busted herself in attending her
work not light heartedly, but earnestly.
For the sake Of the parent TO whom she
thought she owed all Of her future, she
was even polite 10 his guest. though she
disliked the man instinctively. Once
she shook hands with him. and the con-
tact of his habby palm made her shud-
der. Thereafter she kept him at a dis
tance.
In six months one letter came from
DeSessaure. II was dated from a small
town I'm Uruguay. II said that he was
well and working hard and had already
advanced by two steps in the corps TO
which he was attached, and he was sure
that in another year he could return
and claim the flower on which his every
thought was set. Another half year
passed and no letter came. Then the
Kew Orleans papers began to contain
news Of the rayages Of yellow fever on
the eastern coast. One dav some one
handed her an account Of the total ex-
tinction OF a camp Of American engi-
neers. II was the camp to which her
lover had belonged.
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