New-York tribune., 1910-06-19


ing to surround her head as with Ab,,ps.bs.
a halo. All | remember 1t Well
But there the beauty OF
earth in her fair skin with its delicate cOlOrng IN the
willowy and exquisitey nodded FORM while the
simple grace and dignity of her polse We're worthy
of an immortal goddess.
Suddenly lean must have experienced a million
thrills running through his entire being; for Louise
Mercer had glanced at him in passing, and her eyes
had looked away only to revert to h1m again. he
turned abruptly to his companion of moment be-
fore with irrelevant remark his lips; but his
companions chair was empty and his words were
wasted the air So he and, digging his hands
into his pockets strolled to u.s. having singled
me out as her fellow countryman
DO YOU know that young girl?"
YES | replied for I'm going to marry her
cousin Come and will present you; for l see that
is what you have in min" "
Louise was graciousness itself, you may be sure
she always that to anyone and everyone but
lean took it all to himself Already he had become
mere dough in her hands after three words exchanged
and making silent love to her with his eyes and
at the time such fool of himself that L sought
draw him away, though without success
TT was that very afternoon that he determined to
marry her-he told himself but lean
was very young yet, not much more than boy;
then too he artist, and Louise parents were
preiudiced-artists so seldom amount to ANYTHING =
YOU know how it is But when in addition the artist
is Frenchnan- can just see Mrs. MERGERS
eyebrows rise in depreciation with that little gesture
of her gloved hand. don't know why but | always
think of Mrs MERGERS hand If | ever thought of it
before at all, gloved. However, one must ac-
knowledge that it is trying for American mother
whose husband has made fortune in brokerage
firm with the not insignificant collaboration of her
own alert and practical mind, to their daughter
who was at least worthy of a startling American
fnancer diplomat, wasting her good favor on an
artist-and a Frenchmani
So the not much more than boy was packed back to
Berlin to complete his musical studies-his beloved
violin to which all his boyhoOd years had been conse
Grated, in the hope that separation would change
their feelings-and Louise returned to America
All went we'll for time, and Jean devoted him
self to his music with enthusiasm bordering on
the fanatic until day the startling news was
whispered in his that a certain Young Louise
Mercer spending the spring in Pars-in Paris
Berlin! 1t was that which was too much
for him Louise and he the same continent and
he with her
A Nd so afternoon when Mrs. and Miss Mercer
returned from a drive in the Bois who should
they behold IN the drawing awaiting them
but JEAN Jean, lmpatently striding up and down
his hands clasped behind his back, holding a tre-
mendous bunch of flowers. Was it any wonder thev
should stop short in the doorway speechess with
:mazement? But he to be disconnected
that he had taken important a step and
bowling very low to Mrs Mercer, he offered her the
flowers, touching with his lips the hand she icilv
extended him, and then, kissing that of Louise he
looked at her with wild ardor blurtng out without
further ado the purpose of his visit
Madam, have come to ask for the hand of YOUR
daughter. Mademoiselle Will you marry me? 1t
is use-l can no longer wait. You are not only
nv life and happiness, but my genius and nspira-