The Paducah evening sun. [volume] (Paducah, Ky.) 1906-1929, 1908-11-25

"' "''S' after we are Il
shall be, sound as old as Scripture!
II has seen old masters and great mis-
tresses. Saving the prophecies. weren't
you Montespan or PompadourT
DE Ia Valliere?" she laughed. "Or
MaintenonY
For good or evil. neither. Do hurt
your"
"No; you make me think, though"
answered Sophy. Why"
''They niggled at virtue or at vice.
You don't niggle! Neither did Monte
span nor Pompadour"
"And so | am TO be-Marquise de-
Higher. higherr' he laughed. Mime.
la Marechale'-
ut is war. then-soOn-you thinkr'
She turned 10 him with a sudden ten
sion.
He pointed a Frenchman's eloquent
forefinger TO the dark mass OF the
chateau. whose chimneys rose now Ike
gloomy Interrogation marks TO an un-
responsive. darkened sky. HE Is there
now-the emperor! Perhaps he walks
I'm his garden by the round pond
thinking, dreaming. balancing"
Throwing balls in the air. as con-
jurors do?"
Yes, my star"
"And IL he misses the GrstT
Hell seek applause by the second.
And the second, l think, would be
war"
"And you would goY
ITO what other end do | love the
lady OF the red star-alas. can't see
it-save TO bring her glory?"
"Thats French" said Sophy. with a
laugh. Wouldn't you rather stay With
me and be happy
"Who speaks TO meT he cried,
springing TO his feet. Not you
"No, no." she answered. II have no
fear. What is it, Casimlr. that drives
us onT'
Drives us on! You. You. toOr
Its not a woman's part, Is IT,
He caught her round the waist
and she allowed his clasp. but she
grew pale. yet smiled again softly.
IF all life were an evening at Fon.
tainebleau-a fine evening at Fontaine
bleau!' she murmured In the low clear.
ness which marked her voice.
"Mightn't II Beg
with WARP And with what drives
us onT'
He sighed. and his sigh puzzled her.
ooh, WELL" she cried, Eat least you
know I'm Sophy Crouch, and my IA
Their was as mean as the man who
opens your lodge gate"
The sky had gone a blue black. A
single star somberly announced the
coming pageant.
'And his daughter high as the hopes
that beckon me 10 my career"
you've a wonderful way of talking
smiled Sophy Grouch-simple Essex In
contact with Paris at that instant.
you'll be my wife, SophieT
81 don't think Lady Meg will keeI
me long Pharos is working hard. Sc
Marie Zerkovitch declares. | should
bring you a dot OF $500 francs!'
"Do you love IneT
The old question rang clear in the
still cir Who has not heard It OF wO
men OF uttered 1t OF menf Often sc
easy, sometimes so hard. When all Is
right save one thing, or when all is
wrong save one thing. then 1t is hard
TO answer and may have been hard tC
ask With Casimir there was no doubt
save the doubt of the answer. Sophy
stood poised on hesitation. The pres
ent seemed perfect. Only an unknown
future cried TO her through the falling
night.
"Ill win glory for your he cried
1.-THE emperor will fghtr'
"You're no emperor's mani" she
Knocked.
"Yes. while he means France. I'm
for anybody who means France" Fol
moment serious. the next he kisses
her hand merrily. cor for anybody
who'll give me a wreath. a medal, {
toy TO bring home to her love"
you're very fascinating" Sophy con
fessed.
II was not the word. Caslmlr fel
from his exaltation. "Its not love
that of yours" he said.
Mol don't know. You might max