Richmond times-dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1914-current, 1916-06-04

his heavy white beard seemed a weight even
for his massive head to uphold but presently
he said:
We Russians otherwise. We must love
to live, We must be understood before
be happy He fixed upon US his extraordinary
eyes. young sad eyes in face wasted almost
TO disagreement. And who can understand
u.s." he continued softly. I'VE have dreamed
too much until it has diseased our sight. We
have looked into ourselves so long that We have
forgotten to bring out anything. Our hands do
little work In the world they are busy building
our souls. Yes, we think too much and not
enough together. We are brotherhood OF in
diriduals. and that is useless. We cannot for
get to feel and only exist as the others do
Our women love with love that stiles and
sunocates, our men with a passion SO strong
that 1t destroys.
q remember that together Miss Ingles and
Miss Rice said How wonderful" and that even
the Italian found Stiffness inappropriate) We
all seemed stricken to bond of silence. Sud
denly lnsaroff showed back his greyish hair
with magnificent gesture. emitted peculiar
cough and without any particular prelude
excuse. began the most strange tale that
have ever heard.
1--WE lived in the X. district. My father was
landed proprietor and something of a sports.
man. Had he not continually practised his
absurd flimsy theories on us and upon. his
land we might all have been-but then after
all should never have met her-however this
Inconsistency. My mother died before | re-
turned from my schooling and my brothers fed
from their uncongenial home to the army
When ! came back from my schooling to
that old house and had to listen to my fathers
tirades-he had now conceived new method
of moving grass felt depression with gay
ness beneath It. for was strong and had no
wound anywhere, neither cared | a scrap for
anybody; therefore I knew II was only mat.
ter of time
"of pretty women or any sort Of society
had no knowledge whatever. but was tor
tured with keen imagination.
I'll thought InSarOf flushed slightly as ia
crumpled up his bread.)
Then one morning at breakfast when our
stufy room was thoroughly saturated with my
dreams. suddenly my father said: "Andriuska,
| have great chance for you; it is to go as
secretary TO Count M.
"Where?" | said vaguely.
TO Paris my father replied, in soft, even
tones.
And how my heart leapt at the word Paris,
Tor 1t swung me out even beyond my dreams.
when does he want me?" asked, attempting
to appear nonchalant.
When you WILL, said my father. Are you
pleased?' he added, studying at the same time
some plans for farming instruments which
were were by his side.
Very, / managed to stammer for the glory
OF the news had begun to make sense for me.
Then why not 60 at once? However, do
you please. really must 60 out to the
threshing barn." and by the way he paused l
remember thinking with surprise. Why he is
embarrassed!'
$50 went to Paris"
Gould you speak French?" suddenly de-
manded Genario.
lnsaroff smiled. "As you speak English?"
60 on" said to Andre, with look of
annoyance for Genario.
Il went to Paris" he repeated softly. The
May month met me- how intoxicating that
first Impression was 1 drove a cab through
sunny crowded streets, where everybody sat
drinking, yet no one was drunk; where music
played at me through the long open windows
of the street cafes and women with thick black
hair, bold faces and round figures leaned on
stills and tossed doubtful pleasantries across
the street to one another. l remember on the
corner of the Boulevard man pick
backward one Of the leaning gossips and kiss
her roughly. How I shivered in spite Of the
sun. was just twenty-five. Is there anything
delicious youth with its pretty courage
and Its despair; its affections are charm
ing. Is 1t not so?" Nobody gainsaid him.
He continued: $50 passed in the crowded
street, by flower stalls and newspaper stands
and quiet green squares, to the house in the
Rue de Grenelle. How beautiful it was, first
and even last
Gan emotion made him pause) "And so
became her fathers secretary. The days wore
on for me; they were veritable masquerade
Of pleasure. !, who had seen nothing, saw
everything that is extraordinary pass before
my gaping eyes like pageant Yes! was
his secretary, but in time, through admiration
for him, was more than that: his servant,
slave almost. 1t was during those days of his
official career when his success had arrived
at its fullest tide that the beautiful house
with its vast salons and garden was frequently