The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1904-04-20

i'm England with your mother TO marry
the Duchess d'Argens, relative of
the royal princess. But Charles alb
/ dictated. and the duchess died. All
| this. however, is painful to you, Miss
/ CarewY"
"Only such as relates TO my mother
| she replied i'm clear tone Il suppose
l should feel grateful for this fortune,
| bur am afraid | do not Please go
| on"
Culver leaned back in his chair. his
glance bent upon a discolored statue Of
Psyche in the courtyard. Had the
marquis attended to his garden. like
Candide or your humble servant, and
eschewed the company of kings, he
might have been as care free as he was
wretched. His monarchs were knocked
down like ninepins. Louis XVIII. was
a man of straw. Charles y. feather
top and Louis Philippe toy ruler. The
marquis domestic life was as unblest
as his political career. The frail
duchess left him a progeny of scan
dalS These the only offspring of the
Ubiquitous dame, were piquantly dress
ed in the journals for public parade.
Fancy. then, his delight in disinherit-
ing his wife's relatives and leaving
you, his daughter, his fortune and his
name"
His namer' she repeated sadly.
With averted face she watched the
fountain in the garden. IF he had
given it to my mother" she continued,
but now-I do not care for it. Her
name is all | want" Her voice trem-
bled. and she exclaimed passionately:
Il should rather Mr.. aint-Prosper
would keep the property and my
work. After denying my mother and
deserving her, how can l accept any
thing from HING
Under the new WILL" said Culver,
"the estate does not revert to Mr.. Saint
Prosper in any event But you might
divide it with him." he added sud
denly.
How could | do that?" she asked
without looking up.
Marry him." laughed the attorney.
But the jest met with scant response,
his fair client remaining motionless as
statue, while Barnes gazed at her
furtively. Culver's smile gradually
faded Uncertain how to proceed re-
alizng his humor had somehow mis-
carried. he was not sorry when the
manager arose, saying:
'Well. my dear, it is time we were at
the theater."
Wont you accept this nosegay from
my garden, Miss CarewY urged the
lawyer in a propitiatory tone as they
were leSying
And the attorney not only accompa- F.
MED them to the door, but downstairs F.
to the street where he stood for a mo- f.
ment watching them drive down the /.
thoroughfare. Then he slowly re- /
turned. breathing heavily - invidiOus /.
contradiction of his youthful assump- f.
ton - and shaking his head as he /
mounted to his room.
Culver, you certainly put your foot |
in it that finer he muttered. "How |.
she froze at my suggestion. Has there |
been some passage of arms between |
them? Apparently! But here am |, |
bordering over romances. with all this |
legal business staring me in the face"
His glance swept a chaos of declara- |
tions, bills. aGidavits and claims Con
found the musty old courthouse and |
the busting Yankee lawyers who set
such a disturbing pace. There is no
longer gentlemanly leisure in New Or
leans"
He seated himself with sigh be-
fore "a neglected brief. In the distance
the towers Of the cathedral could be
seen. reminding the attorney of the adj
iacent halls of Justice I'm the scraggy
looking square. with its turmoil, its
beggars and 0I;ie women i'm the lob
bics: its ancient offensive smell. its
rickoty stairs it's labyrinth Of pas
ces and It's babel of tongues. Above
him, how over, the plaster bust OF JUS
tiuian olt Of those blank. sightless
eyes continued the contemplation Of
the garden as though turning from
the complex Jurisprudence OF the am
clients ami modems TO the simple eX-
istence of butterflies and flowers.
To be Continued.