Omaha daily bee., 1912-09-08
THE SEMI MONTHLY MAGAZINE SECTION

MY 1atner does not want Scanual,
she said.
"Just so, ;" he replied, sharply; "just
so. l foresaw that; and that was why l
had your cousin 'Emboise near at hand.
Once I disappear, he becomes your hus-
band. He is the man you have married
in the eyes of men. -
"You are the man l have married in
the eyes of the Church" "
"The Church! The Church! There
are means of arranging matters with the
Church. o.. Your marriage can be an
nulled'
con what pretext that we can ad-
mit?"
He remained silent, thinking over all
those points that he had not considered,
all those points that were trivial and ab-
surd for him, but that were serious for
her.
''I am your wife in the eyes of God. "
She gave him a look that showed
neither scOrn nor animosity, nor even
anger; and he realized that she failed to
see in him the outlaw and the evil-doer,
but remembered only the man who was
her husband and to whom the priest had
bound her until the hour of death.
He took a step toward her and OBJ
served her more attentively. She did not
lower her eyes at first But she blushed
And never had he seen so pathetic
a face, one marked with such modesty
and such dignity. He said to her, as on
that first evening in Paris:
"Oh, your eyes . the calm and sad
ness of your eyes the beauty OF your
eyes!"
She dropped her head and stammered:
"Go away go! >. :"
In the presence of her confusion, he
received quick intuition of the deeper
feelings that stirred her, unknown to her
self. In that spinster soul, with its ro-
mantle power of imagination, it's I'M
satisfied yearnings, its poring over old
world books, he suddenly ly represented, in
that exceptional moment and in conse-
quence of the unconventional circum-
stances of their meetings, Byronic hero,
a romantic and chivalrous brigand. One
evening, in spite of all obstacles, he, the
world famed adyenturer, already emo
bled in song and story and exalted by his
own audacity, had come to her and
slipped the magic ring upon her finger.
A mystic and passionate betrothal, as in
the days of the Corsair and Hermann.
Greatly moved and touched, he was ON
the verge of giving way to an enthusiastic
impulse and exclaiming:
NLet us go away together! =. Let
us fly! -. You are my bride . my
wife. e. Share my dangers, my sorrows
and my joys. It will be strange and
vigorous, proud and magnificent life
But Angelique eyes once more were
raised to his; and they were so pure and
so noble that he blushed in his turn. This
was not the woman to whom such words
could be addressed. He whispered:
''Forgive me. l am contemplate
wretch. =. | have wrecked your life.
"No," she replied, softly. son the
contrary, you have shown me where my
real life les.''
He was about to ask her to explain. But
she had opened the door and was pointing
the way to him. Nothing more could be
spoken between them. He went without
a word, bowling very low as he passed.
A month later, Angelique de Sarzeau-
Vend6me, Princesse de Bourbon Conde,
lawful wife of Arsene Lupin, took the
veil; and, under the name of Soeur Au-
guste, buried herself within the walls of
the Visitation Convent.
On the day of the ceremony, the mother
superior of the convent received heavy,
sealed envelope containing a letter with