The Brandon news. (Brandon, Miss.) 1892-1961, 1906-11-01
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atrocities that are to come. False
girl, monster of selfishness. YOU are
dragging me to the gutter, and your
only grief Is that he must share my
shame! You have made me bad, and
you must bear the conseQuences-yo
cannot now make me good to save
your husband!"
Humbled and despairtng, she left
me. At this stage began deliberate
ly to contemplate revenge. But not
the one that | had threatened. Oh,
no! l bethought myself of VEN
geance more complete than that! She
should be tortured with the torture
that she had dealt to mel would
make him adore another woman with
all his heart and brain!
1t was difficult, for first must adore
and tire. of another woman myself
as the ASSIGN in me faded, his would
be born. | swOre, however, that
would compass 1t. For some weeks
now / worked again, to provide my
self with money. bought new clothes
and made myself presentable. When
my appearance accorded betters with
my plan, | paraded Paris, seeking the
woman to adore.
You may think Paris is full of ador-
able women? Well, so contrary is hui
man nature, that never had felt such
indifference toward the sex as during
that tedious quest; never had a.pair OF
brilliant eyes Or well turned neck,
appealed to me so little
How true it is that only the unfore-
seen comes to pass! There was a
model, one Therese, whose fortune was
her back, and who had long bored me
by an evident tenderness. One day
this Therese, usually SO constrained in
my presence, appeared in high spirits
and mentioned that she was going to
be married.
The change in her demeanor inter-
ested me A little piqued I invited
her to dine with me, but she refused.
Before I parted from her l made an
appointment for her to sit to me the
next morning.
$50 you are going to be married,
Therese?" l said, as prepared the
palette.
I'm truth" she answered, gaily.
mo regrets?" l asked.
what regrets could I have?" she
returned. HE is very pretty boy,
and well-to-do, believe mel"
"And am not a pretty boy, nor
wellto-do, hein?'
oh she laughed, "you do not care
for mel"
us 1t 500" l said what would you
say If told you that ibid care?">
Il should say that you tell me, too
late, monsieur" she replied, with a
shrug. Are you ready for me to
pose?" And this changed woman turn
ed her peerless back on me without
scruple
A little mortified, attended strictly
to business for the rest OF the NOR. :
ing. But | found myself on the fcl-
lowing day waiting tor her with i'm
patience.
remarked that Therese,~ hands
We're very we'll shaped, and indeed
happiness had brought a certain
charm to her face.
DO you know, Therese, that / am
sorry that you are going to marry?" I
exclaimed.
"Oh, get QUIT" she laughed, push
ing me away. 1T is no good your talk
ing nonsense to me now, don't flatter
yourself!"
Reybaud, the sculptor, happened to
come In at the moment "Oho' he
shouted, what changes are to be seen!
The nose of our brave Sylvestre is
out of joint now we are affianced,
heinz"
She Joined in the laughter against
me, and | picked up my brush again
in vile humor.
Well, as 1 have said, she was not
the kind Of woman l had contemplate
ed, but these things arrange them
selves-I became seriously enamored
CT her. And, recognizing that Fate
worked with her own instruments, I
did not struggle. For months | was
at Therese's heels; | was the sport OF
her whims, and her Sights, sometimes
even of her insults.
] actually made her an offer of mar
riage, at which she snapped her white
fingers, with a grimace-and the more
she fouted me, the more fascinated |
grew. In that rapturous hour when
her insolent eyes softened to. senti-
ment, when her mocking mouth melt
ed to a kiss, / was in paradise. My
ecstasy was so supreme that | forgot
to triumph at my approaching ven-
geance.
So married Therese; and Yesterday
was the twentieth anniversary of our
wedding. Berthe? To speak the truth,
my plot against her was frustrated by
an accident. You see, before could
communicate my passion to Gregoire
/ had to recover from it, and--this
insolent, Therese--I have not recov-
cred from 1t yet.
There are days when she turns her
remarkable back on me now-gener-
ally when am idle-b but, mon Dieu!