The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1907-12-12

mass at the cathedral. where she lat
listened with rapt countenance. In the
afternoon, the weather being very
pleasant, we drove out to the Bronx to
see the animals and the Conservatives,
IN which she was as interested as any
child. In fact, / found myself treating
her more and more as a chlld. h
was essentially one in characteristic
wllied, easily downcast and as easily
eiated: n though she was religious
to a degree amounting almost to SUI
perstition, it seemed never to have oc-
Cured to her that there was anything
| wrong or irregular in her name Of
life. She was frankly Tremain'es mis-
tress, evidently cherished a deep affec-
ton for him, and. l doubt not, would
have been faithful to him under any
put the most extraordinary temptation.
She had arrayed herself, that Sun
day evening, in the same garments she
had worn the first night l had met
her-the gorgeous costume OF the belle
affranchie. in which she was most at
home-but l had grown more accus-
toned to her and sat down near her
without any great bedaZzlement She
was lying or the couch, engaged in
rolling cigarets with remarkable skill
and celebrity. and had quite a pile on
the tabouret beside her. sat and
watched the supple fingers and the red.
red lips. and the dark face, changing
with every wave of feeling.
There" she said, at last, in that
queer. Clipped soft Creole which defies
transcription. and she pushed away
papers and tobacco. THAT viii do for
this evening. Take one, che"
J. took one and lighted 1t. l knew
that the term of endearment had no
meaning.
My friend" she said suddenly, turn
ing to me with intent gaze, do you
know where doudoux has gomez
No" 1 answered, "he did not tell
me. He aid only that his business
was calling him away"
"Business! Ohe! And you believe
that?'
why shouldn't 1 believe it, Cecily?"
III it We're merely business, he could
have taken me along. Tambou! I
would have hidden in some little, little
corner! l would not have been in the
way"
She flung her cigaret from her with
a swift fury, not looking to see where
1T struck. | got up and stamped it out,
She burst into sudden laughter as she
watched me-the mirth of the careless
south at the careful north.
"All the same" she said. with con-
~viction, The is growing weary Of me;
l annoy him: l can see it. 1t was, Of
course, inevitable. Soon he will be
iNi hiC away oiiS LII oilS
stretched her arms above her head
with that gesture I a seen before.
"Ah we'll! d'amour, de rires, ct d'ouh-
lis!!" and she laughed, but 1 fancied
there was q sob beneath the laughter.
AT least, L shall be again at ST.
Pierre"
And you still long for it"
oh, long for it, SO would you.
che. If you had ever lived there"
A line from Mandalay flashed into
my head
IF you've card the east a-callin',
why, you don't 'eed nothin' else
and looking at her, l caught a glimpse
of that compelling fascination. Preach
ers and lecturers are fond Of pointing
out that no great nation eve came
from the tropics-but the people who
live there have their com%pensations.
Suddenly there came a soft kissing
from the little cage over the radiator.
"Ah, l must feed Fe-Fe-she is CALL
ing me-" she cried, and she sprang up,
ran to the next room, and came back
with a little wine in a glass.
I stood and watched her without be-
ing greatly impressed. Fe-Fe seemed
very harmless and Iethargic-evidently
the Innate OF New York, even though
mellowed by the radiator, did not
agree with her.
She is not al all WE'LL. said Cecily,
as she put her back into her cage ut
is only the warmth Of the wine that
keeps her alive. 1 shall take her back
to st. Pierre with me-there she will
again be happy. Tambou! and so shall
1! One Is always shivering here-the
whole world is so cold-the sky, the
sea, even the SUM"
o course Tremaine will so back
with YOU" 1 assured her; 1 was Won
dering If she really suspected his in
tention.
No, he will not" she aid decidedly:
but" she added, with an electric flash
of the eyes, "he may come in time
l lighted another cigaret.
Where did you meet him. Cecily?"
He anne to ST. Pierre three, four
years ago. He saw me n day stand
Peysette."
DO o know where he came from?''
NO; it mattered nothing to me-"
Fl never talked about his past?"
His past? No. no. What was it to
US? We had a pretty, pretty place at
Fond-Corre. Tambou! 1 wish l was
there now!"
You were happy there?"
"Yes-except for the times doudoux
was in his black SPELLS"
His black spells?"
"Yes-oh, then everyone ran from
him-even I. He was terrible--rav-
ing and cursing missile Johnson"
Johnson" I repeated. with a sudden
leap Of the heart. Who was he, Ce-
cily?"
He was doudoux's vombi." she an
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Quaker Reflections.
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