The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1910-01-18
S1,00 A YEAR IN ADVANCE.

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fectly delightful / have little tingles
down to my finger tips-the ones you
are squeezing and the others-and |
| feel all hubby near my heart, just like
that liquid in your glass. And is that
what all the other men are saying to
the ladies here that makes them smile
and look so pleased?"
Once more. after a puzzled look, the
man gave vent to prolonged laughter.
II give il up" he said at last. 81
only know you are the most entranc-
| ing and battling bit of femininity |
have ever encountered in my varied
career"
Later as they were slipping their
| coffee the man inquired, What would
you like to do now? It's rather late
for the theatre; would YOU care to
look in at a ball?"
Pierette considered and pursed her
pretty mouth in the effort
Il think should like to ride in the
carriage YOU brought me in; that
didn't make noise or smell horribly.
May we?"
Certainly; anything you like"
| Soon they were dashing through
brilliantly lighted and thronged thor
oughfares to plunge suddenly into
still and silent street lined with dig
nifed and solemn houses. Then again
the glare and noise and movement.
After a time Pierretto said. And now
| would like intense quiet and peace,
and green trees and gardens"
Obedient to her within the motor was
whirled about, and ere long they were
rolling smoothly into fresher. sweeter
air and along silent roads. Above a
! young spring moon made shadows OF
swaying branch and loaf Pierretto
sank back against the cushions with n
sigh OF supreme content.
What q glorious night" said the
man, looking up at the stars.
Don't" murmured Pierrette ner-
vously. "Pierrot might
What did you say?" inquired the
man.
"Oh. nothing" She shiyored a lit
| tie The man reached for her own
cloak lying on the opposite seat, but
Plerrette stopped him. NO, no, I'm
net cold yet"
Presently she found one Of her
gloveless hands nesting contentedly in
that of the man. She liked the warm
human clasp. She was very we'll sat
isfied and leaned a little nearer to
him
And this is really real, isn't it?"
she whispered
1T seems to me more like a dream
than anything 1 have ever expert.
enced." said the man quietly. Very
tenderly he put an arm about her and
drew her to him. She did not resist
but tTembled with shyHess and n GER
tain sweet delight. She lay against
his arm, her heart beating to sufToca-
ton, but with an infinitely pleasing
| palpitation.
in the penumbra Of long line of
! dropping trees the man bent to her
! lips. For an instant she yielded to the
new, divine madness; she became gid
| dy, then, burning through her brain
| like a white hot iron soaring all else
! away was the thought. what would
Pierrot soy?' She could not tell him
/ this
she tried to draw away but the man
! held her close.
mo. no. sweetheart; | can never
let You so. Witch or sprite-what.
ever You are-you have woven a spell
about me that / cannot understand.
but l know you can never break.
care not who nor what you are:
want yoI aud shall have you and keep
| you with me forever though l fight
the whole world to get you. Dearest,
look at me; let me see your eyes"
! All this was real. real.
Pierrettc struggled franticary to
free herself You must let me go!
/ You must let me go!" she painted.
Why won't You let me go?"
because | love You"
No, no; this is not love I know
! now-this isn't real Real love means
! sacrifice. subservience Of self. and all
devotion She broke into sobs and
fell back quivcring. I'm cold. so cold
and frightened"
The man caught IN her cloak and
put it carefully about her and then
Softly but swiftly she noated up In
| tho still night air-and on and on. In
/ and mp. The noise and roar Of tho
city's streets gave way TO an inenable
silence and coolness: the great belts
Of Illumination became again tiny
points Of light Sweet and fresh the
1areicd night air famed her hot
/ checks
With a little cry of joy ana relief
che slipped upon a low hanging cloud
and began TO scramble up it's side.
There. In the halflipht was some one
standing, who now came to her with
! outstretched arms
"PieTette"
'Pierrotl' And she was sobbinr ON
| his breast and clinging to him with
frantic clutch Mover. never Let me
go again. found all the real things
down there were only Dretenoo whilo
all we pretend here is really real."-
The Taller
/
Baton Came into Use.
When was the musical baton first