Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1914-02-03

proper apprecla- Is
ton Of delightful ~
effects. do you q;
think" he added
J once, "that the beauty Of a perfect
rose and its exquisite perfume could
appeal to me more if ! knew the eel
| lular processes by which it was built
and went to its roots to see the filth
and ordure by which it was nourished3
No, my friend, l take my rose for what
| 1t is and what it is is what it seems to
be. I'm distinctly a superhcialist.'
| So it was not so surprising that Bra
/ Wien became entirely devoted to La
Marchesa. Nobody knew anything
about La Marchesa.
One or two of Bravien's intimates
thought first to warn him against the
growing infatuation. They asked him
what he knew about her antecedents.
Not a blamed thing" replied Bra
wen, land don't care CONTINENTAL
and wouldn't thank anybody for tell
ing me-"
Il was nearly a year after that that
Bravien sat in La Marchesa's little
boudoir with the air Of man thor
oughly at home there. Bravien
stretching out a hand touched cares
singly the daintily formed ankle dis.
. played beneath a tumbled cloud OF
laces. She quickly drew the foot back
and there was a startled look in her
eyes. "Verboten," she s-i1, MY
friend you are to be very good. like
you at a distance tonight" 4
Il may not touch your" he asked
. mot by the least tip Of your little
! finger" she replied, demurely. Il am
Mademoiselle Nitouche, whom you
may worship from afar."
well, then, 1t shall be as you say"
he said. Il will sit here and worship
you from afar. By the Lord" he add
ed, with energy, 81 believe / do
worship you"
She laughed, incredulously. "When
l am gone," she said, do you go to a
| picture gallery and select the best
painted picture of woman and wor-
ship that. All, man like you has
sources of consolation"
Listen" he said. 81 know you
/ NhAlh IAaS OdlC lOI YOU lOI your
beauty, and I confess it may have
been that that first attracted me to
| you. But l have known you very
well indeed since then, my dear. Il
/ is just you l love, not your beauty.
What do you mean by When / am
gone?"
81 am going to leave you," she said,
trembling. Tell me, my friend, do
you think you would love me if my
beauty were gone instead?"
Il know l would" he said. "Shall
swear it to your"
Very we'll, then, will tell you to
comfort you that will soon return to
you. l am going to Paris, where af-
fairs call me, but you must not come
with me. Stay and be patient"
Take that handkerchief from your
face" he said, suddenly and in a per
emptory tone.
You will excuse me-and keep away
from me. There will be no farewells."
Suddenly she sprang to her feet,
wait for me there for ten minutes"
II was a long ten minutes to Bra
wien, but at last the door that led to
the inner room opened and La Mari
chesa appeared, heavily yelled
What is this?" said Bravien. start
ing up.
1T is to be test" she answered, I'M
strange, faint voice, Look"
Bravien looked and with horror I'M
his eyes staggered back to the ottomanl
and there he sat, his face hidden in his
hands, his brain awhirl. Minute after
minute passed with no sound but thel
ticking Of the little clock on the mani
tel. Then he felt a soft hand laidl
caressingly on his head-and he shud.
dered.
FAREWELL"
1t was late in the afternoon Of the
same day when his man, entering his
room, found him pale and dsordered
staring blankly before him.
"A note for you. SIR"
Bravien took the tiny billet from his
hand and when the man had left the
room, tore II open and read:
1T is farewell. after all You viii
never see me again, nor l you. We
have been happy together and | might
have held you longer, but showed you
the roots of the rose. Oh, but the
prize you tempted me with was too
great-to be truly loved! Oh. fool
Well. 1t is past. and forsyss /, too.
am disillusioned. You scw nay face
and In that moment l saw your sonl'