The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1904-05-30
THE LIGHT OF HIS EYES.

It was on June Friday afternoon,
and the band of the Garde Republicaine
had just finished playing one of the
popular Marches which set the toes of
all the little moslels sitting under the
trees in the Luxen bOurg Gardens tap
ping sympathetically upon the gravel.
Out on the broad walk near the pond
passed to and fro the ceaseless stream
of types" which one meets with only
in the Quarter, and very frequently
even there only on Friday afternoons.
Above the palace fiuttered fiocks of
pigeons which have made the gables
and finals their home for years.
Truly the palace would not be the
same without pigeons remarked lit
tie model to her ami as she tripped
gayly down the steps and passed across
the sun-bathed path on their way to
shady corner on the farther side of the
garden.
But neither BONES. with f1uttering
ribbons and immense white aprons, nor
overdressed nor underdressed children
bowling hoops and growing, nor f1utter-
ing balloons on the end of the strings,
nor artists nor students nor even the
old soldiers with grizzled mustaches
and shutting footsteps, attracted half
so much attention as the blind young
man sitting beneath the shade of one
of the chestnuts with the lovely, quiz
city dressed girl at his side.
"Ah!" said Dufayel. as he saw our
gIances rest questionably on these two,
there is a sad history attached to him
and to her, and yet why should / call
it sad, for they love each other2"
And Dufayel shrugged his shoulders
and smiled in the cynical way with
which, good-hearted chap that he was,
he tried to deceive. his best friends into
thinking him a n1isogynist-
That he continued, lis Andre De-
lOrme, and she-once Suzanne, the
pretty model at Colorossi SIS his
Wife yes he is blind, and that is the
IF Three
ago Andre was one of the most prom
Using of the younger painters; every
one thought that he was sure or a
! Bronze He worked hard and stud
led hard, and except that he admired
Suzanne no one could accuse him OF
having any interests outside the pic
! ture he was painting.
lone day-you will remember read
ing about it-a great fire broke out at
the back of one of the studios not lar
/ from the Care du Mont P9rnasse we
heard nothing of it at the studio un-
/ til the noise of the engines laundering
by at the bottom of the street and the
shouting and the blowing OF horns
told us that FIRE was in progress
ANDRE and half a dozen others
/ hastily threw down their palettes, put
on their coats, dashed down the steep
staircase out into the street, and then
rushed away along the boulevard to
I the place where the fire was BEFORE
i thew could make their way through
/ the crowd which thronged the end of
/ the street, like a flash it came to sew
eral of US at once that suzanne on
1 Tuesdays=it was a Tuesday-always
| sat to Jules Bonnard.
mo one liked Jules-somehow we
could not trust him-and therefore we
were not much surprised to gather
from one of the crowd that Jules had
made his escape from the studio ar
the first alarm of fire without giving
much thought to suzanne
Soon there was great outcry as
1 the roof of one of the studios Tell IN
with crash. and pIumes OF sparks
| and smoke and names darted skyWard-
Not long and another shout, Tor Bon
nard had sufficiently recovered ms
nerve to say that there was a girl IN
/ his studio, the end of which was al
ready on fire. Andre dashed at MN
and Shouted close to his face:
rs it Suzanne-is it Suzanne? Tell
me, or III kill your
And then just as he was ABOUT TO
seize him by the throat, Bonnard
gasped out:
1 Yes, it is Suzanne.
Andre turned without word, and
4 pushing through the pompiers. who
/ tried in vain to stop him. he dashed
| down the narrow passage which led
to the court of the studios from which
/ people were throwing furniture pell-
nell, as though the flames were al