Year: 1874

spired by what was left of her old low


of the surprising and the picturesque


She had married and unmarried will


the baron with the anne impulses.


She had thrown folded paper upoI


the Goals in spite of the Cuban's shriel
and leap, and it had burned to ashes
| Madame turned to her visitor again
There was an Undesirable feebleness in
the action. It seemed as if her eyes
almost failed to penetrate to the corner
where the baron stood.


Remember always that you have
but one wife. Forget me am moth
ing am going. The beautiful girl,
the baroness, the old and garrulous
complainer, are all passing away with
me. / leave nothing behind, no child,
no grief, no identity. / am lost from
nowhere. The Lord has led me hither
so that I might DO enc more service, and
that being completed | must depart.
You are going back to France you are
going among your old friends, and you
will enjoy yourself. You will leave be-
hind You a wife who will be a teacher
of languages and a child whom you
have never seen. Be careful that you
do not act now so that your money shall
be curse to you; be careful of -


A sound was heard beside the door.
Madame raised her hand to her fore
head in order to shield off the light.
The baron was going away.


He was slipping out. He was depart
ing like robber, careful of his steps
and circumspect in his course. He
was creeping away from difficulties and
perplexities. The atmosphere of re-
proaches and obligations did not please
him. He wanted to get into the sun
shine again.


Madame suddenly struggled to rise.
She grasped the arms of the chair with
great haste. It was a contest with her
infrmities. The Cuban assisted her.


She cried after the baron, who had
gained the door,


"But your wife here You have not
spoken to her She


The baron looked back and shook his
head with a smile:-


"Oh no. she wishes me away, and 1
am going"


Madame took a step forward with her
head raised, uttering at the same time
a sound which might have been taken
equally we'll for a laugh or an eutburst
of grief.


"Then ask about your boy. Say
something leave some message He is
very beautiful; am sure you would
like to see him. His eyes are like his
mothers, but his mouth You would
admire him do. What will you not
mention him ? will tell him faithfully.
You will not? Mop"


He disappeared in the dark hall.
Presently they heard him rattling at
the bolts of the outer door.


Madame reached forward with gath
cred strength. She cried in a terrible
voice,


Lucien Lucien -


AS she reached the door of the apart
ment. her vigor spent itself. She seized
the glistening bolt with both hands and
listened with protruding eyes and parted |
lips. The noise of the closing of the |
outer door resounded like thunder.


Madame whispered to the Cuban with |
such intensity that the chamber was |
illed with the voice.


"He has gone he has gone p


The Cuban caught her as she was
about TO fall, and laid her in her loung-
ng chair.


Madame's death occurred twelve |



band. In an interval of reason she
arranged that the small income of
certain uncomfortable property that she
should be devoted to the sup
port and education of her husbands
,hild. She was unable to do more than
his. As she was finally sinking back
nto the arms of her beloved companion,
Ihe was partially aroused by a rapid jar
ing of her frail bed. This was caused
~ the porters, who were piling trunks
n the hall.


The CuEan raiHed tears upon the
drunken face, and clasped the stifened
lands to her bosom. One wreck van
shed another began its crippled jour
ley.


The grave of Madame is at Green
wood. 1t is designated by square tab
ct which has been thrown on one side
~ the frosts. Upon it is her maiden
lame. 1t obliges the beholder to think
hat she died unmarried. Besides it is
n enormous pile of white marble reared
o the memory of politician. People
,ather every day to inspect the mon
trous construction, for it cost an i'm
nense sum, and to see it in all its as
,ects they are compelled to trample the
arth over the adjacent grave; there.
ore when tho weather is bad there is
title bog in front of the stone, and when
he day is hot there is a surface of pow
lered dust. The violets placed there
lever live the day out; they are pulver-
zed with the earth, though they are as
ften renewed.