The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1921-10-22

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oked at him he looked at her
ienly. to the great surprise of
~ found nothing more to say
g at all.
wv Jean is no longer tranquil +;
'atience and at the same time
row he sees the moment of his
e approach. Yet how could
and resist the temptation of
charm?
honorable man Jean felt for
money horror, positive hor-
ttina's mind the sensation of
come at the same time that
, jeans. But, while he, horri-
1 cast it violently from him,
he contrary had yielded in all
'licity of her perfect innocence
lOOd of emotion and of tender
TINA grew more tender, Jean
more gloomy. He was not
aid of loving; he was afraid
loved. He felt he ought to
hway, but he could not; the
pm was too strong.
I'D to avoid Bettina at recep-
4 even to leave without saying
ouch her hand" he thought,
et will escape me-"
cret! He did not know that
lead his heart like an open
Jean descended the stairs
Ids were upon his lips:
you, I adore you, and that
will see you no more!"
did not utter them; he actu-
hto the darkness.
standing in the hall door
no notice Of the rain driv-
her bare shoulders, watched
very well that he loved
thought, ''but now I am very
81 too-oh! yes! /, too"
lie Jean hastens to his dear
OF the cure to tell him that
he away Immediately to Paris
tok change into another regi-
mq I've the little hamlet forever.
An b his emotion he confessed
to THAT he adored Bettina.
madness which has seized
me klaimed. "Ah! IL she were
onlj
know what I think, Jean?"
excl bis good friend. "Jean. l
beli{ she loves you"
"ieve it, too; but that Is the
veryfI must 60. Her money is
the astacle."
Athoment someone Knocked
gently door.
It ftina.
Col kctly to Jean she cried.
oh, Id 1 am you are here"
Thebok both his hands in hers
md ehg the cure she said, Il
ave to beg you, monsieur lie
ure, 4 to my confession"
And kself she way saying, Il
7ish tdved! / wish to love! ]
7ish t{appy and to make him
Apply since he cannot have the
Ourag4y it, I must have the
ourageloth"
II and monsieur lie cure" she
Dntinubud, livery rich, but !
We molost for the good which
allowA do. So I have the care
this n. and I have always
ished Iny husband should be
orthy dring this great fortune
order lie should help me make
cd uses I thought of another
ing, TOD who will be my hus-
nd mui someone / can love!
ere is b who has done all he
q to col from me that he loves
!, but lot doubt that he loves
/. You I've me, Jean?"
Yes" Sean in a low voice, his
8 cast /, looking like a criIn'
l. Il do you"
I knew cry well, but l wanted
hear yoH it. And now. Jean,
;ay to II love your Do not
,e near yet. Before I came
2 IrthodI had a good stock Of
rage, buh see I have no longer
firm coeure Of a minute ago
now, meur lie cure. I want you
mot him. Tell me, Il
loves Md feels me worthy o.
love, shd he not agree to be my
,and7"
an" sal he old priest gravely
rry her, Is your duty"
ID as il took Bettina In his
the gi|continued, "You have
i told mmonsieur lie cure, that
was albt like your own SON
you wilhve two children. that
l."
month latbettina, In the simplest
siding d1ses, entered the church
I'D cure q mass. Jean and Bet
knelt befl him. He pronounced
,enedictid Then fl0ated from
gan the me reverie Of Chopin's
BetHna|had played the hrs'
she had entered that villag.
b. where las to be consecratet
her life.
this tn II was Bettina whe