Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1914-01-24

crsOn himself would not be apt 10
show surprise in any such noisy way.
II saw many things-Oh. many
things" the girl proceeded with an
admirable mixture of suggestion and
reserve. That day and other days
too She did not talk-Oh, no. she
did not talk. but saw-Oh. yes, |
saw that she-that ,ou-lN have to
say it, monsieur, that You were tres
bons amis after that week in LenoX.
"Well?' His utterance Of this word
was vigorous. but not tender What
are YOU coming to? What can YOU
have to show me in this connection
that will believe in for a moment?'
81 have these-is monsieur certaine
that no one can hear? | wouldn't have
anybody hear what have to tell you,
for the world-for all the world
no one can overhear."
For the first time hat day Sweet,
( water breathed a full, deep breath.
This assurance had sounded heartfelt.
blessings on her cunning young
head. She thinks of everything
You are unhappy. You have thought
/ Miss ChailoneT cold ;-that she had no
response for your yer ardent passion.
But" these words were uttered soto
voce and with telling pauses-"but
-I-know-yer much better than that.
She was yer proud She had right;
she was no poor girl like me-but she
spend hours-hours in writing letters
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once. for a leetle minute: while you
could breathe so short as that; and
it began with Cheri. or your English
for that, and It ended with words
Oh. yer much like these: You may
nevaire see these lines, which was
yer interesting. veree so. and made
one want to see what she did with
letters she wrote and nevaire mail. so
watch and look. and one day ! see
them. She had a leetle ivory box
Oh. yer nice, yer pretty. thought 1t
was jewels she kept locked up so
tight. But, non. non. non. 1t was let.
ters-these letters. | heard them rat
tie. rattle, not once but many times.
You believe me, monsieur"
Il believe you TO have taken every
advantage possible to spy upon your
mistress. believe that. yes"
From interest. monsieur, from
great interest"
"Self-interest"
AS monsieur pleases. But it was
strange. yer strange for a grande
dame like that to write letters
sheets on sheets-and then not send
them, nevaire. | dreamed of those let
ters-I could not help it, no; and
when she died so quick-with no word
for any one. no word at all, thought
of those writings so secret. SO of the
heart, and when no one noticed-or
thought about this box, or-or the key
she kept shut tight. oh, always tight
in her leetle gold purse, Monsieur,
do you want to see those letters >"
asked the girl. with a gulp. Evident
" his appearance frightened her-or
had her acting reached this point of
extreme finish? Il had nevaire the
chance to put them back. And-and
they belong to monsieur. They are
his-all his-and so beautiful! All
just like poetry"
Il don't consider them mine.
haven't a particle of confidence in you
or in your story. You are a thief
selfconvicted; or you're an agent of
the police whose motives | neither
understand nor care to investigate.
Take up your bag and go. | haven't
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tents"
She started to her feet. Sweetwater
heard her chair CRATE on the painted
floor, as she pushed it back in rising.
The brother rose too, but more calm
ly. Brotherson did net stir. Sweet
water felt his hopes rapidly dying
downtown into ashes, when sud
denly her voice broke forth in pants:
And Marie said-everybody said
that you loved our great lady; that
you, of the people, common, com
mon, working with the hands, living
with men and women working with
the hands, that you had soul, senti-
ment-what you will of the good and
the great, and that you would give
your eyes for her words, 81 fines, ST
spirituelles, so like des vers de poete.
False! false, all false, She was an
angel. You are-read that" she We
hemently broke in, opening her bag
| and whisking a paper down before
him. Read and understand my proud
and lovely lady. She did right to die
You are hard-hard. You would have
killed her if she had not"
Silence, woman! | will read moth
ing!" came kissing from the strong
mans teeth, set in almost ungovern-
able anger Take back this letter,
as you call it. and leave my room"
"Nevaire, You will not read? But
you shall. you shall. Behold another!
One, two, three. four!" Madly they
flew from her hand. Madly she con-
tinued her yituperative attack.
Beast, beast, That che should pour
out her innocent heart to you. you
do not want your money. Monsieur
of the common street, of the common
house. 1t would be dirt Pierre, it
would be dirt All. bah, je m'oublie
tout a fat. Pierre, il est bette. II re-
fuse de les TOUGHER Mais il faut
gull les touche, ST ie les laisse sur
lie plancher Va-t'en! Je me moque
de lui Canaille! L'homme du peu-
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