The Big Stone Gap post. [volume] (Big Stone Gap, Wise County, Va.) 1892-1928, 1904-03-31

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sitting back In a deep cane chair. He
was biissfully smoking and watching
Nine. LAurent-Chantel. who was look
ing through a magazine. They were
alone on the terrace OF an old chateau
overlooking the Seine. Below them
slopes overgrown with venerable trees
wen down TO the river which curved
"a lazy ines to the horizon. rejecting
the light bridges in It's course Meyran
looked alternately at the woman and
the landscape. Sometimes the exelana-
lions OF lawn tennis players came 10
their ears. and from the n~eighboring
woods the shots Of sportsmen were
heard. The leaves were golden. some
branches already bare. Meyran sighed
"A cruel season. said he. Its irony
reminds me that winter is at hand. that
old axe is near. | am 40 years old, my
dear" Alas. my dear Francois, we
grew up together. and though you are
my senior Il is only by two years
"Yon are young" My daughter Is Just
20. You are handsome" She gave
an indifferent shrug.
Every room IN his house said
Meyran. every alley IN this park re-
calls the sweet memories OF childhood
How many times have we come here
TO admire the noon. flooding the val
ley with mysterious light We used to
fancy that fairies would iutter up from
the shrubs and disport themselves In
the night We would read love poems
until a late hour. while your mother
slept in her fsvorite armchair by the
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love. We talked with burning curl
osity Of the royal fRvorite who. in the
eighteenth century. dwelt on the hill op-
posite. in front Of your windows We
came in from "a Ions walks rs dusk
came on. and often. TO delay our re-
turn. we would linger dreaming In the
wood. living on the ground side by side.
so close, I admirinE your bright eyes.
your black hair. your laughing lips. I
have often wondered why ] did not fall
IN love with YOU"
you always thought OF me as a com
vade. To me you conhded all your
/ schemes. n ven your love affairs. I
hope my daughter fears 10 such con-
f%essioas, But You were young: you
ueedcd 70 proclaim o u enjoyment.
You VIII admit that no conhdant Ia a
tragedy evc listened more patiently 20
G classical tale. But one evening I
suddenly broke on the conversation:
you spoke TOO enthusiastically Of the
elderly charms Of a friend OF ours. /
went up 60 my and cried. found
{ loved you and tha. you would never
love me-"
That evening I. TOO. was nlich dis
tresscd My heart beat wildly. could
cot sleep. I wrote you a letter which
oeNt morning 7 thought too silly and I
toro II up. some weeks later you ac-
septed Chantcl."
DO DOT pity us. ! was as happy as
most women are; and man, a man
would envy you your fate. You have
known tho joys Of fame and the glory OF
love conQuostA"
"Alas' And ! have just now learnt
tho vanity Of my work and the void in
my NE. The sun is already going down.
a. this mystic hour Of old. our souls
were nearest. Then we dared not
spoak. DO yoa remember the delicious
anguish OF those long silcnces7 How
could wo fail 10 understand each othcrf
An my dear. our lives ought 10 have
been 500 beautiful"
"Hush. husht Autumn has gone 20
your brain You know O. IS the heady
season. when the air IS stan drunk with
Che fragrance of the grape. and doW-
CTS eNhale their last and most subtle
DIVING perfumes When you wished. in
one OF your pictures. to symbolic the
dangerous spell ot October did YOU not
paint an enirmatical figure nfiine a cup
Co Der weary and almost withered Fps
We canno trust this i|anFuorous season.
The time OF fascinating folly is past for
us. The lauro's are cut. we shall so no
more 90 The woodsi"
A young eiri came running up and
threw herself into q deep chair. Now.
mamma and YOU. nay old friend. don't
send me away she said. TT IS not
iieht enough go play lawn tennis any
more and 7 have fed from tho young
mems iaik want 10 nirt with Meyran.
lie thinks ! am siiu 70 years old. He
never discerus that ] am IN love with
him I make the most shameless ad-
yauces. which he sCorus. or has not even
noticed. Meyran. You are not gallant:
60 vain 90 ] pursue You. or neglect YOU.
Your indifference provokes me. When
are You eoine 90 begin my portrait? I
WITH sit ~virtuously. and We will make
q q masterpiece. Suddenly she spoke
gravely; Really and truly. M~eyran.
believe 7 love YOU. ASK mammals con-
sent And she ran away laughing.
After a few minutes OF painful ST.
leuce Francois murmured: What a
To-
rent-Chantel said nothing: she SAT-
thinking Suddenly she gave a little
scream TT is nothing" she immedi-
ately added II was idioticanv fright
ened. a dead leaf fell on my face
Come in. % IS beginning 70 be cold. -
Chicago Tribune.
Confirms American D~iscovery.
The report OF the French government
commission. which has for more thar
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