Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1913-03-04

ed US in our present style Of living
Where are your castles in Saxony,
your hotel in Paris--the wealth Of
which you used to speak before I be-
came your wife?"
Wrathful as he Is, the count smiles.
Madame, you drive me to some
thing which particularly dislike
candor. / have no hotel in Paris, and
no castles in Saxony. The former I
possessed for a little while during my
first countess's lifetime; the latter,
never. Madame, you married me for
my title, I married you for your
wealth. 1t was a fair bargain; let us
each be content with It."
The color leaps into her pale face.
She springs up from the sofa, like an
enraged empress. A breath Of soft air
sighs through the salon, the wax
lights throw long CLEANS upon the
audible in the little garden.
And you tell me this to my face,
Count Stahl!"
"Oui, madame-why not? You have
long been aware Of II fact. Would I
have fettered myse for any other
consideration than wealth? True, your
are beautiful; but so are thousands of
other women. A man soon tires of
beauty. And as for you, madame, you
gave your hand to me when your heart
was in the keeping Of another-ah!
you vince. You flung sentiment aside
to become a countess, and you showed
great wisdom in so doing; but, beg of
you, be courteous be just-do not for
get that our marriage was a purely
business transaction in your eyes, as
we'll as in mi,e."
It is the bitter truth in these words
that makes her cringe.
And once you swore that you loved
mel" she says, scornfully.
True, madame, and I did-in my
own way; but would you have me
waste my passion upon a creature OF
marble-a statue? Heaven forbid.
Long ago you killed my love with your
/ coldness. Let us now be content to
live for the world. You have wealth
sufficient for us both. You shall pur-
sue your way, will pursue mine. You
have the rank which you desired, l the
fortune-though I tell you frankly that
am tired of the manner in which 1t
| is doled out to me. Madame, / wish
you to write few instructions to your
father upon this subject. / desire him
to settle upon me, altogether indepen-
dent of the sums which he may pay to
you, an annuity Orwell. let us say
| fifty thousand dollars-a very moder-
alS Sulll lOI PiiNolS SAPNhSSS OA
man Of my rank. I will bring pen and
paper, and you shall write the letter
now, under my eyes. My needs are
pressing, and the sooner we arrange
our pecuniary affairs in satisfactory
manner the happier lives we are like
| ly to live here in this adorable Paris
which we both love-"
Yes, it had come to this, after two
short years of married life! The con-
tempt, the aversion, in her face might
have intimidated another man; but
Count Otto had grown familiar with
that look, and was quite unmoved by
| it.
Am I to understand that you have
| no resources whatever" she says
that you are hencegorth to be a de-
pendent upon my fathers bounty?"
He frowns.
Madame, you are unfortunate in
your choice of words. The honor which
II have conferred upon your money
making father by giving his daughter
my noble name is more than an equiv
alent for any sum, however large, that
he can settle upon me. l have not
sou in the world, countess l beg you
will loan me your purse till relief ar
rives from America"
A bitter smile curls her lip.
You are welcome to the purse,
count-you will find in it a few five
franc pieces. You have borrowed Of