Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1908-02-06

! ing his long stay at Genets, to the
private intimaca Of Pierrepont and
! Beatrice perhaps he was also too
| much absorbed liz his work to Of him
! self suspect the treason of which he
was the victim. But an eye which was
more malicious and unhappily clear
| sighted saw for him.
The antipathy of the brother-in-law,
| GustaVe Calvat, for Beatrice had,
from their daily clashes, and from the
| little dissimulated dislike of the
young woman, become of the intens-
ity Of hatred Even before he never
liked the Marquis de Pierrepont, who
had always borne himself with a
naughty GOODNESS toward him. Though
Fabrice continued, through Kindness
of heart, to receive him into his house
and to oblige him with his purse, Cal
vat could not but perceive that his
presence was not wanted, that he was
troublesome, that he was less often
retained to dinner, that Beatl zee, who
spent much of her time in the educa-
ton of MarceIle, avoided letting her
90 alone with him. There was not
vengeful step that he was not ready
to take against her who was driving
HIM from a house that he considered
| as his own.
st last, to save time, Fabrice asked
him two Or three times to aid in some
material details of the great work
which he had undertaken, and Calvat
profted by that circumstance 70 very
often go to the atelier Of his brother
;n-law under pretext of offering his
services. When they were useless, he
would go into the garden to smoke or
wander around The grounds, hunting
for MarcelIe.
One day, when he had just returned
from a walk around the park with the
child. he suddenly entered The ate
Iier, and, being assured that Fabrice
was alone:
MY dear fellow" said he, II want
to speak to you"
Speak" said the painter, calmly
continuing his work.
L am sorry to go against your will"
Calvat began; "but shall be obliged
to place Marcelle in the convent d
AuteuiI. She is the daughter of my
sister, and have my duties in regard
to her"
Fabrice slowly descended the steps
of the marchepied upon which he was
standing, and looked ixed1y at Cal
vat.
What is that you mean to say?"
AZ mean to say that here Mareelle is
in very bad school, and that she
ought not remain here"
my dear Gustave," said Fabrice,
"Marcelle here is in the hands or an
honest woman of an excellent mother,
and a devoted instructress-sne VIII
remain here"
"My dear jacques" Ca1vat replied,
81 regret to open your eyes and to
disturb your ideas in regard to your
princess. But you wish it. Well, do
you know the question that Marcelle
put to me just now in regard to her
excellent mother and her devoted in
structress? Uncle she said to me,
do ladies and gentlemen embrace
each other when they are not related"
Sometimes I answered, upon GER
tain occasions, at fetes. Why do you
ask me that, my child? Because yes
terday, after dinner, as was return
ing from saying good evening to my
father in the atelier, upon entering
the salon I saw Monsieur de Pierre
pont embrace mamma.'
He had just pronounced these
words when Fabrice seized him by the
shoulders and shook him off his feet.
Wretch" he cried, you are drunk.
Get out! Get out of my house,"
And he pushed Calvat In large en-
trance that served as a hall.
You poor dupe," Calvat murmured
mockingly.
81 have asked you to go out, said
Fabrice, going toward him.
Calvat made a menacing sign with
his head. retired, followed after few
moments by Fabrice, who did not take
his eyes off him until he was seen to
open the gate.
Re-entering the atelier, the painter
mechanically tried to continue his
work, but he stood staring, his brush
raised and his hand mlotionless. With
a motion of Encouragement, he set
down his palette and his brushes and
seated himself upon the edge Of the
table, abandoning himself to his
thoughts. Yes, Calvat was a wretch,
a soul degraded by idleness and de-
bauchery-capable Of anything to sat
isfy his passion of envy and hatred.
He detested Beatrice, he had always
pursued her with his silent malevol-
ence. He had now come to open cal
umny. 1t was very simple. Fabrlce
said all that; but he said to himself
at the same time that his wife, of
whom he was passionately fond from
the first day, had not ceased to con-
duct herself toward Calvat with the
GOODNESS CT marble. That GOODNESS
was. without a doubt, in her tempera-
ment. How many times, however, had
she made him feel the bitterness of
the prediction and the perfdious insin-
uatiOns of Mn2o. de Montauron. How
many times had he caught Beatrice
Gin her feeling of mesallance OF dis
dain. of regret. That thought, that
she did not love him. was for him q
perpetual torture which he forgot only
in the excess of work; but at least
though she loved her husband. more
or less. she was none the less Beat
ice the chaste, Droud creature whom