The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1916-10-01
A War Widow
By 8. A. KosLEGARD, Of Weston.

weston.
The rain nghtfa had clarified the murky atmosphere Of
lts Vapors and the lights the boulevard CLEANED like myriad
o. sfs IN Raahs purple urban The hrong streamed
Seated in solitary of the tables between wrfed
green's was Pierre noted bouevarer rependent evening
clothes and flashing Jewels He ndoeny slipped his brandy and
soda and inhaled from negligible gare Through
lids he viewed the volatile with passing interest 1t was
period Of Partisan life reawakened from the close
pean Compared with the past preceding the to the
GSiors was as the drabnes of pearls the user of diamonds
Inc tears OF bereavement were drying the light and warmth of
new nope vi te survivors Of the great war were its soldiers
very young generations and inevitable warwdow In the cate
CORY Of human salvage Pierre deemed himself lucky His years
had debared him from enlistment While the land rembed in
the hroes of martial strife Pierre had experienced little
he had always done.
In the night pageant filing sidewalk before which Pierre
many alone base who make up the night life
Paris gallant bouearders like Pierre young veterans
Entente Allies students bouevarder and more desoate
widows Few of the crowd looked toward Pierre except
occasional painted woman and maybe warwdow and then
The warwidow with their usrous appealing eyes,
jewels the night Their crngng forms and air Of loneliness
stamped their To desuoy gaze these hapess
relics Of the the dominant figures the scene
Suddenly from the crowd, there appeared particularly
studs his shirt Her gaze roved the immediate scene
swiftly and then seemed to rest in tragic appeal Pierre Peres
heargave leap Of ardor and delight The moved
Pierre prang his feet and tossed the waiter He
to pursue the widow and if possible to learn her Identity
When he stepped to the sidewalk he her PAGES
ahead snuousy making her through the crowd She did
into little square with its walks big benches
ectedy dropped When she stopped experienced
time the place and the girl had contributed the right situation
Pierre strobe boldly forward and stopped at the bench He lifted
his hat
Pardon madane!" he said politely
The girl started convulsivey and stared at the speaker.
Madame is weary" said Pierre soicitousIy.
yes monsieur lstessy answered the girl
Madame has suffered bereavement by the cruel WARP?
tinued Pierre.
The young widows face haunted expression.
lures refined very pale The eyes bright like stars
Pierre felt a strange mastery in the girls presence
Ah monsieur, you have spoken atefuly do suffer. My
Jean true of France He lies in Monmartre" A
stAed sob shook the girls form as she spoke.
y" is cruel said Pierre ruefuly. He drew himself up
utey and with consolation added Madame try bear
grief There much for You are young There FRIEND
Thank you monsieur replied the girl in brooding tones
4 give you sympathy assured Pierre 81 am son of France
madame, left TO help care for the unfortunate"
Ah monsieur are kind Everyone is 50 knd said the
widow.
ing He sank into the seat beside her and rested eneang
hand upon her shoulder
The young widow Strengthened up proudly and turned her
am Louise Blauvelt Jean my husband was killed at the
ntangements at Veru when he volunteered the wires
But flame from German machine cut him down He
Mon Dieu he Madame Louise eulogzed Pierre Your
sacrifice will atone somewhat the living will their partto
help madame bear her grief Pardon Madame Louise am Pierre
Voare have wealth and influence. would feel honored
your good friend. mplore madame to consider
Il monsieur other has spoken like that replied
the girl smiling family esteem your Friendship but
would not burden others with grief would bear
alone!
MADAME indeed brave" Pierre; but the way
is long and trying and will be very lonely Pierre mpusvey
madame"
The widow sat mute her eyes averted from Pierre steady
gaze He pressed her hand nervousy for her to speak
1.-The ta way long and nd weary she repeated at length
ately A my life have wandered hrougomy familiar Paris
very lonely Not till this night when gances momentary
at the terrace have behed the who has
wise fate has ordained this meeting will be your
companion, Madame Louise"
NO. mol" fatered the girl Her head uncertainty
Pierre acted dcvey His went about her her
his bosom.
Don't dont" gasped the girl
Louise, Louise love you" cried Pierre
mo, no." she exclaimed
Pierre found her lips andkissed them rapturously
NO. MOI" cried the girl vehemeny She struggled desper
atey to free herself from the mans embrace and succeeded
tho nlnn in thnnn tanlrnl n,ntriI.