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COLLEGE R VVIMTKO.
Fro... ./Zfje
He was a guile'cs* liege youth.
Thai mirro.ed mode.-tv aud truth;
Ami MUiieunies at me musty room
Ills ,w r cawed, to clet-e the gloom.
One Sfe to n .lie tva-> then .
Arranxiß-' thing- with kind y care.
At Often -lie loot done Ik-I re.
There came a knoes uptime door.
Our student, sensitive to fears
Of i hougbtieaa comrades’ I tughiug jeers.
Had unit f ime t" make deposit
Of hie dear -i-ter tu a cio-et :
Tnen haste the door to open wide;
His guest unhidden stent inside.
He w* a rheerv-faeed old man,
And with apologie- Is-gan
For calling, and then el him know
That more than llflv years ago,
When he was in lit- vontbfiu hiootn.
He’d occupied that ierv room:
So thought he’d take the ciiauee, he said,
To see the chaiig s time had made
“The same old win low , same old vtew —
Ha ba! the sane old picture-, to
And then he lapped them wah Ids cane.
Anil Isßahed Ins merry u.' i again.
“The -amc old sofa. I declare'
Dear me! ftniuat is- worse for wear.
The same old sfelve- !” And ib'-n became
And spied the closet door. "The -ant-
Oh, my!” A woman’s <lres peeped through,
t/uick as he ronld lie rm.ed it 10.
He shook his head. "All! ah ! the same
Old game, young man, the same old game I”
“Would yon rnv reputation !itr?”
Tna youth gasped: "That’s mv i-ter sir!”
"Ah!” said tile old man, with u sigh,
“The same old he—the sitiie old I e!”
tiKORIiK BIKPSETE,
Trapflyof Hie fine Des Manias.
A STORY.
BY ANNA KATHARINE GREEN,
Author of "The Leavenworth Case,” "Haal
and Ring,” "The Mystery of the
MUL.” etc., etc.
[Copyright UtSR. AU Right* Reserved*'
I was walking alcng tbe Rue des Mar
tins. I was thoughtful, for I bad just be n
witness to a sight that greatly moved me.
.My duties as a reporter lor one of the
large Pans dailies bad taken me to Havre
just as tbe ship came In which brought
the Communists borne from exile, and
hardened, as 1 confess myself to be, to tbe
more frequent aspects of human suffer
ing, tbe sight of those men crowding (or
ward to catch tbe first glimpse of country
and tbe friends who bad c one to meet
them touched me with a feeling that was
not unlike compassion. 1 was thinking
of them and wondering w bat sort of fate
awaited tbe older men 1 saw there,
when a sudden cry from over my beau
startled me Irom my musings, and look
ing up 1 saw a woman peering out of
the top window of a wretched apartment.
She showed such signs oi distress iu ner
countenance that 1 at once knew some
thing tei rible bad occurred within, aud
foreseeing matter for my next article,l im
mediatelv entered tbe Douse.
1 found myself confronted by frightened
faces everywhere. All the inmates knew
that something was wrong on the top
floor, but no one kuew just what. They
followed me when they saw me determin
ed to nuil out. l'ne consequence was that
a small crowd pressed tteninil me as I
mounted tbe last stair; a crowd that
seemed to awe if not alarm the trembling
woman who await' and me at tbe top, for
she started back as she saw it, muttering
to herself:
“Mon Dleu! Klise never had so many
visitors belorel”
A door swinging on its hinges at tbe
right of this woman at once attracted my
attention. Advancing with small cere
mony. I threw it open. 1 found my ex
pectations in ire than realized. Oo the
bed before me lay tbe outstre'ched form
of a woman, tbe r cJlor and fixedness of'
whose face bespoke death, Not a natural
death either, lor she was dressed as if she
had just come in from the street, with the
exception of her bonnet, which lay on tbe
floor b> side her, where it bad evidently
been flung by a careless hand. Other
wise ttie room was in perfect order, l may
even say in holiday order. From the work
neatly folded on the shelf to tbe small
buaob of freab flowers that adorned a
table set nui with an untouoned meal—-a
m al which even In the bunted glance 1
gave it 1 saw was arranged lor two—ail
beapokeone of those rare days of rest and
relaxation which now and then enter a
french working womau’s life.
“On a bed before me lay the outstretched
form of a woman.'’
But the dead lace on tbe pillow! W bat
<hd 11 betoken ? Had murder crept into
tbia bumble dwelling or wan it a suicide 1
beheld? Involuntarily drawing nearer
the lied, 1 looked at tbe lane before me
more closely. It was that of a young
and pretty woman, and while touchingly
meagre and sad was touchingly delicaie
also, it was almost a lady’s lace, and
bad it not been lor tne evidence of toil dis-
S laved by the hands 1 should certainly
ave taken it ror such. As it was I could
not doubt that a real working woman lay
there, though. Iroin the marks of refine
ment observable in her dress and the pre
sence of certain choice books on the shelf
over her bead, sne was evidently a woman
Of tasie and education.
“It is a suicide!” 1 declared seeing a
nottle of well-known poison protruding
front under tbe pillow,
“Of course It is,” murmured a voice
oyer my shoulder. Don’t you see what
she has written on that paper near you?’’
I glanced down at tbe (able bv which
I was standing and saw a sheet of com
mon not* paper Inscribed with these
words:
My husband was a Communist and was
exiled, lie was all I had in tbe world,
end since bis departure I have onlv lived
to see him again. Hut I have hud no news,
no letter. I have been pa'lent, h >wever,
for I have waited for this day. But it bus
come, and ft has not brought him 1 went
to the ship myself and looked at every
roan who left it. He was not am Ml gat
them. Ho now I know be is dead. That
being so, there le uo more reason why 1
Should live. Klisk I’icakii.
Involuntarily I bad read these words
aloud. A murmur of almost ferocious
sympathy greeted them Iron tbe crowd
Hist nail gathered at my back. The sound
disturbed me, tor my tuougbts bail flown
atones to toe snip and that throng ol pale
and eagwr men 1 bad mya>df so n in tne
morning. I felt a strange inclination to be
IMone. snd shouldering inv way out past
ae bumble table set so touchingly with a
meal sever destined to be eaten I made
tuy way Into ihe ball.
Hut before I could reach the stairs a
woman advanced and laid her band on my
arm It was tbe saute who bad gived the
krai slat in. 7
“Would v u mihii stepping into rav
rooms minute!" she asked. “ I uere is
; souielUii g i should like to show you.
i Ns iirally curious, I followed at once.
"What is it?" I inquired, when we
were shut in an apartment of even
i scantier proportions than the one we bad
just left.
I -Only some letters wbien Kllse put Into
i my hands a dttie while ago—before—be
-1 lore she sbow.-d h-rsell so tired of life,
i y,, u we naif been neighbors here, and
j Klise, ibough she was far above me—she
was horn a lady Monsieur—was kind to
me. ami told me many of her griefs. I
1 could not appreciate ruem all, for i neve
(was educated, hut 1 do know what it is to
love, for 1 had a good husband m'selt
once, and so whan soe -p >ke of him 1
' '-oil’d understand. And there was not a
i day who did not sneak of him. It was as
if he always stood at her side. Her very
eyes had a far-away look, as if she whs
seeing something more than tne rest ol
us did. I used to have an awe of her,
especially when she smiled to herself.”
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"Only tome letters which Elite pul into
my hands.”
“It is very sad,” said I. “And did she
never hear from him after be was taken
awav ?”
“No. bhe npver doubted that he lived,
though, and would come back. “1 feel it
here,’ she used to say, laying her hand on
her heart. - Why else do i live?’she would
arid. Only yesterday her face was like
tbe sunlight. ‘1 am sure he will come
home with the rest,’ she cried, and then I
shall know why he did not write. Did
you see how she had his dinner ready ? I
went with her to market, and it *a>
touching to hear her say, ‘I must get
Mis.’or •! must get that; be used to like
it so.’ ”
"Did you go with her to the wharf?” I
asked, willing to learn all I could.
"No, Monsieur. She didn't seem to
want me to. But I shall never forget the
look she gave me as she went out of the
door. Toere wasn’t any dount iu it. To
my fooPsu mind it seemed to say, ‘I shall
never he lonely in this room any more.’
Mon Dieu ! when I think bow that look
must have brightened wnen she saw the
poor wanderers crowding forward out of
the ship and then have faded away to what
it was when sbecame back alone my heart
is ready to break.”
“You saw hor, then, after her return?”
“A moment. She come to my door with
tbe letters you have there. As soon as 1
saw her I knew wbat had happened, hut
1 ooulun’t speak. My tongue seemed to
cleave to the roof of my mouth. You see, 1
had been as sure as she that he would be
ihree with the rest.”
“Didn’t you say anything then?”
“Not a word; she didn't give me a
chance. ‘My husband is dead.’ was ber
greeting as she opened tbe door. ‘I look
ed in (be face of every one of tbe exiles as
they left the ship, and he was not there.
I want to leave these letters with y*u;
they were m ant tor him.’ And without
looking me in the face she laid tbe pack
age down with a slow stiff movement, as
it she were already half dead herselt.tbev
went out and closed the door. There was
something in ber look which told me not
to follow her.” •
“But weren’t you afraid of what she
would do? Didn’t you fear she might com
mit suicide?”
“No, sir. Yet if I had I don’t think l
should have followed her.” Then as 1
looked up surprised the good woman
hastened to sav:
“It is a sadder story than you think. If
you care to hear—”
1 did not wait for ber to finish.
“Tell me all you know about ner,”said I.
Tbe woman eagerly plied. Tne
facts which she gave me, together with a
few otners aiterwards gleaned by me
from a different source, form tbe basis ui
tbe following history, a history which 1
sin sure you will pardon me for giving in
my own words rather than in those of my
informants:
Elise Lepage was not a beauty, yet in
her earlier youth, at 1. ast, she possessed
a charm which always insured her tbe
admiration and very often the love ot
those with whom she came in contact.
Her father, who was a musician of some
what mediocretalent, recugm/.ed this
charm, and in bis simple way calculated
upon its winning her a suitable husband,
notwithstanding bis small means and her
consequent lack of a dowry. To bun she
was a paragon, and wnen, at tne close of
a long dav of unremitting labor at the
piano, ho saw her approaching him in a
dainty tresn robe ready lor their usual
walk on the boulovard, bis face would
light up wilb such pride and j >y luat me
loving girl who watched him felt the tear
gush to her eye at tbe same moment tbe
smile rose to her lip.
They lived in a plain but sutnciently
comfortable apartmeut, and had lor neigh
bors two young men by the name ol
I’icard, brothers. These two young men
occupied tbe apartment above them; and
one of them, tbe youngest, having some
taste for music, a natural acquaintance
had sprung up between him ami M. Lep
age, which presently involved the Older
brother and Mile. Lepage. Tie con
sequence was that Jeau,ibe elder brother,
fell in love wtin tbe Ircsb, ohaiminj
young girl, and, being kißMlf I mag of
uo conventional prejudices—the luture
Com in uii Ist in fact—Ue ode red to marry
her witlioutanv other tortuue than that of
her youtn snd ninny virtues. The old
father was delighted. First, because lie
tell himself failing in nealth and was
anxious to see bis darling's luture secur
ed; and secondly, because he liked this
man better than any one else in tne world
save and ekcetiliiig always his dear and
much admired daughter. Why he felt
thisextraordinary aifecUon for a man of
whom he was lorcud to acknowledge to
huus.df ho knew but little he could not
have told if he bad tried, t erialuly it
was not because he understood him, for
he did not; neither was it because tne
ot her possessed attractions ol a pecul'ar
or marked nature. Jean I’icard was not
handsome nor was be even gifted In man
ner or conversation, yet old Mr. Lepage
loved him and hailed toe prospect-, ot ms
being his son-in-law witu as much f rv >r
as if he wore tbe owner of millions Instead
of being tne physician ol one ot tbe poor
est and worst oaying quarters in the
whole city. He trusted him, and Dial fact,
perhaps, illustrates tne chai acter of the
| two men. For .lean I’iuard was to be
trusted in alt matters ol tbe heart and
coll act -nee; it was only his Ueail that was
: at fault, or. perhaps, 1 should say his
' temperament. He Had inherited iradi
-1 lions ot the First Involution,and believed
| absolutely In the might of the people. But
ol this lie had nothing to say in these days.
Ins head and his heart heuig joined in trio
one wish, the one bone, tbe one purpose,
to make Klise his wife.
Tlie evening widen he bad chosen to
speak to M. Lepage—be had never
breai lied a word of bis desires to K ie
hcisoil—was, as he aiterwards remember
ed, an especially beautiful one. |’ne imam
j was shining, and as, tilled with the Joy of
j a •unoessfol suit, h> stepped from the
l apartment el il. Leuagsiouroihlng m ibe
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quiet beauty of this round and sereaeorb
touched the poetry that exists with all true
love in ihe heart, and drew nim. in spite oi
bis usually active wavs, to a window
o|>ening from the corridor on to a small
garden belonging to tbe concierge. He was
I" king from trls window and dreaming
of Elis?, when his glance, which had lieen
mechanically fixed upon a leafy retreat
beneath him, became earnest, deep and in
quiring, and with a startled g.-stureof
surprise he bent forward and listened as I*
hi- life depended upon his bearing what
vventonio the garden below him. Had he
seen anytning w inch threatened bis happi
ness, and if so whatS’
Ilis firm and controlled countenance
tells little, but his wandering look and the
unsteady step with which he leaves the
window and betakes himself to bis own
room bespeak strong agitation. If we
follow him and watch him as a half hour
later he slowly rou-es from the deep and
troubled brooding into wuich he bad sunk
immediately up in bis entrance, and turn
ing towards tbe door, waits with a look
not to be mistaken for the advance of the
step just becoming audible upon the
stairs,we shall undoubtedly learn from his
own lips what it is that has disturbed him
o deeply at a mom-n the esteemed himself
so profoundly blessed,
Y'etis be going u> speak ? His lips have
opened, his face has assumed a terribleex
pression, he has ev-n advanced two paces
toward the door to meet the expected
comer, when suddenly he pauses. The
tace be sees before him is not the one he
anticipated. Itistnatof his brother, to b
sure, but it rto<-s no:, wear the look he had
schooled himself to m et, the triumph
ant look that goes with bappv love, how
ever wrongful yit may be won. The sur-
P'ise upsets bun. aud for a moment tbe
voids falter on his ton ue. then all bis
manhood reaa-e ts itselt, and imperious v
•eckoning b:s oroiher to enter, hecloses
tbs door and st mls with tbe hautile still
m t is grasp, lookm : at ramil e.
"You are in troutile.”said he, shortly.
“ Wbat is it?” Then as he saw his brotber
-tart and uneasily drop hi* eyes added
bitterly: “Have you told ber what you
are, and does she refuse to marry you?”
"Camille, who was of a fiery natu-e, but
who for certain reasons stood some wbal
in awe of bis brother, looked toramunent
as if he could have leaped at bis throat,
but he testrained himself, and w hile the
veins s w.-,led on his forehead and his face
grew fiery rod he st.amm-red:
“Whom do you mean by her? Ido not
understand you.”
“Tnat is not true, you understand me
oertectly,” was tbe rude but brave Jean’s
stralrbtforward response. "But, if you
tnu-t have names l a'lude to Elise, the
pure,innocent,high-minded eirl whom by
arts Ido not profess to understand you
nave succeeded iu pleasing, till, foraueht
I know, she considers you a model of vir
tue and goodness.”
"And if she did,” broke in the other,
impetuously.
Jean drew a deep breath and drew slow,
ly back.
■•I should undeceive her,” he declared,
“if by the act 1 a ienated her good-will
forever.”
Cainilte, who for some cause did pot re
sent tbe first clause of this sentence,
started at the second, and gave bis brother
a sharp lo ik.
“Mon Dieu!” exclaimed he. with as
much wonder as jealousy in his tone. “Do
you love her too?”
Tbe look which Jean turned upon his
brotber made that other’s weak and selfish
heart stand still.
“1 love her,” said he. “I will not say
too. for you do not love her. Had you
loved her you would have fled from her in
stead of using all your arts secretly to win
tier. A criminal—”
“Hush!’’ exclaimed the other, with a
terrified look around him that for some
reason made Jean quail with a sense of
apprehension. "Do"you want todrawtbe
police upon me?”
With a stride Jean advanced upon bis
brotber. and, laving his strong band on
bis sbouders, uncompromisingly turned
him towards the I'gbt.
“You tremble,” be muttered unde'bis
breath. “You shrinx, and your facets
likemarble. Mon Dieu,Camille,ls there
anything new ?”
With asuppressed cry Camille tore him
sell from his brother’s hands.
“Who has given you the right to ques
tion mef’be cried. "1 will not have it. 1
have had enough of your spying.” And
dinging himself violently towards tbe
door of bis own room, he was on th ■
point of disappearing from Jean’s pres
ence. when tbe latter, with another move
ment ol bis strong arm, drew him back
tuil himself entered the apartment.
In an instant he came back. His face
was likestoneand he had in his hand a va
lise fully packed, which be set heavily
down on tbe table before < amide's eyes.
••Wbat does that mean?” he asked.
“Where are you going anil why have vou
kept your departure a secret from me?”
Fora moment the stricken Camille did
not reply; then ne broke down and.flinging
himself on his knees, burst forth with the
cry:
"I am a ruined man, Jean; I—l tried it
again,and this time it will beloundout.
ro-inoriow,to-nigiit, possih y. my employ
er will look over his hooks, and—”
“How much is it?” broke in Jean, in a
low, strained voice.
“Ten thousand francs,” murmered the
other. “Allgone.”
“Lost at play ?”
Camille nodded his bead.
Jean drew back, covering hia face for a
moment with his bands.
“I have jus' that amount,” he said,
“laved up. Your employer snail have it
to-morrow. As for you,” be added bitterly,
“1 wash my hands of you. This is
twice. ”
His voice broke, and he hurriedly with
drew to the wiudow, as it the sight of his
brother’s lace maddened nim.
He returned almost instantly, however,
and walking straight up to Camille de
manded:
“What were you doing there?” pointing
sternly below. “This bag shows you in
tended to aoscond to-nigbt. Were you
bidding ber farewell or—”
He had not strength to finish, but
his look tilted up tbe hiatus left by his
words.
Camille faltered beneath that glance.
If be could have seen a wav to escap-,
his lurtive, worr ed look showed he would
have availed himself of it. Hot his
brother’s eye held him and would have
the tr.i'h. With a gasp be broke lorih:
“1 have bidden her farewell. She does
not know why 1 go. She loves me and
she trusts me. I—l would have per
suaded ber to go with me if I could. 1
love her, 1 sav, wbutever you may call it.
I love her, do you hear, aod II 1 could
have induced uer to leave her lather you
would not have caught me la this box. It
was my despair.”
11“ stopped. There was something in
.lean's lace which tool him lha> silence
was better than MMMt at tins WWattl,
The first words ot Jean convinced him ol
It.
“You are a villain,” said be, “and tbe
punishment of your villainy shall be a
confession. I hope to marry Elise Lepage.”
he went on, raLiug his hand lor silence as
he saw his brolbei alsmt to protesi, “and
I do not Intend she shall waste her lile in
useless regrets over tho loss of one so
unworthy as yourself. ConM, then, and
In her presence, if not In that of bar
lather, proclaim yourself tbecritnlnal you
are or—”
“Or what?” askd tho other, with a wild
gleam, half ol defiance, hall of 'ear.
“Ur 1 keep ui.v ten thousand francs and
I leave you to the lender mercies of a mau
I wnnse' justice, you have reason to know,
is stron rer icati h s mercy.”
| A cold sweat broke out on Camille's
| lace. Hu looked at bis brother with great
| staring eves as it tie could hardlv be.
Levs in the alternative that was offered
him. Weeing it. J. ao continued:
“It is three years since the day 1 first
awoke to tbe knowledge that 1 had for
mat brother u man who sad provoked the
justice of tbe law, and only escaped by
tlie ignorance or blindness of th<>e he bad
defrauded. In those three years I have
spared nothing, either in tbe way of money
or effort, to give you wbat you wanted
and save you.it possible. Irom' the repeti
tion of yo’urdastardly crime. How have
you repaid me? Bv stealing tbe fancy of
the woman I loved, or,” usCamilie faintly
objected, "the fancy of a girl whom you
knew I respected, and whom you also
anew would never have given you ber re
gard had she known your real character or
suspected the shadow that hung above
you. you true, you say, and
trusts you. That means she will remem
ber you lovingly in your absence, possi
bly wait for your return, when return you
never will. Elise is too fine a gir! to be
thus sacrificed,” asserted Jean, "and if 1
did not love ber I should still say. ‘Come
below, and show yourself to her for what
youare.’ Belter ah" should sutler this one
shock, that in itself carries healing, than
linger on for years a prey to a pain of long
ing tnat will be none the les-keen be
cause it will be so bravely hidden.”
But Camille had sunk heiore this pros
pect.
"I cannot,” he murmured, “I would
rather go to the galleys.”
Meantime, in ber own little room be
low, Elise was bitterly weeping. She bao
I >ved Camille almost unconsciously. Not
tili me saw nim about to leave herd'd sue
realize how deeply he had entered Into
herd'earns and hopes. Tnen the mystery
of bis departure heigntened its effect.
Tbougn tne ready tale tie told of the fine
position which had been offend him in h
mercantile house in Peru was plausible
enough, there was some‘hing in his man
ner and tbe tact that ne wished tocarrv
ber away with dim secretly that s’ ruck an
icy doubt io her heart, and devoted as she
was to him. she felt as it she would give
all tbe world, were it hers, to throw her
self into her lather's arms and ask him for
bis sympathy and counsel. But tnat w s
expressly forbidden. Her father mu-t
know nothing of her sorrow or ber love;
her will.ul lover would not have it. And
young as she was, innocent as her
thoughts were of wrong or deception,
th re was something in this ban laid be
tween ber and tne father sne so idolized
that wakened strange doubts and fearaib
her otherwise trusting bosom.
■ -
“ Meantime , in her own little room, Elise
teas bitterly weeping”
Her room adjoined that oi M. Lepage,
and more tbau once during her grief and
tears she had heard his restless foot ap
proach the door of cnmiuunicatioc, a
rhouth he were about te call ber to him
But be did not; be was so quiet heevi
dwntly thought she was asleep, and final
ly all became as still in his room as it
was deathlike in tier's. And E'ise wept on
Suddenly there came a lap, not on the
door she bad been so feartul of seeing
open, but on the one which led into th -
nall. Astonisned, frightened almost, sh"
crept to it and tamtly asked who was
there. A woman’s voice answered. 1
was the concierge, wno hand'd her a small
note. Hurrediy lighting her candle,
Elise unfolded it and read:
“MADKMOisitl.t.tt—lt is indispensable
that 1 should have a lew minuies’ con
versation with you to-night. It is 1-'
o’clock, therefore vour lather has retired
and your little silt ng room will he free. 1
shall' not come alone. Respectfully,
“Jkan Picard.”
A whirl of thoughts swept through
Ellse’s brain. She felt dizzy, alrao-r
sick, but she did not hesitate. Opening
tne door into her father’s room, sh>
glided in. All was quiet. Toe good man
was evidently asleep. Hastily crossing
the floor she gained tbe little sitting
room beyond, and clos ng the door behind
her, struck a li-bt. Then, stopping buta
moment to regain breath ana still the
nervous beatin.'B of ber heart, she ap
proached the null do >r and sottly opened
it. A low cry escaped ner as she did so.
the two men siandiog on the threshold
bore in their countenance such ot
subdoed agitation.
“What is it?” she faintly breathed, fall
ing back witu a slow step as they entered.
“Wny are you here so late? And togeth
er*” gbe could not help adding as ber
eves roamed from tne one face to the
other, boto so white, both so drawn, both
so tilled with that strange look which a
woman only sees on tbe countenance ol
the man who loves her.
As Camille did not answer, Jean re
plied:
“Mademoiselle, said be, “I nave come
here on a very disagreeable duty, i have
come to bear my broluer tell you tho truth.
Camille, speak.”
Camille, thus abjured, cast one glance
of burning anguish at b s brother, tuen
in a voice so unnatural Elise could
scarcely believe it his own, exclaimed
bitterly:
“He wishes me to tell you lam a vil
lain. It is not a pleasant thing to sav ol
one’s self, M idemois lie, but it is true. I
am a villain and—and 1 advise you to lor
get me.”
Tue deep misery expressed in his tones
shook Jean a little, but he was inexora
ble. Hiving one glance at Elise, who
seemingly turned into stone by the terri
ble nature of her lover’s words, stood
brcatules and pale before them, be said:
“It is not euoiub, Camille: tell her why
you go away to-night. Tell ber it is a
iligbt.”
••You have said it,’’murmured the other,
half savagely: tnen us Jean remained un
changed in look and attitude,cried harsh
ly: "Mademoiselle, 1 am unworthy of your
attention. I—l am no longer an honest
man. I—l hava—”
“Molen,” added a deep. Arm voice.
The silence taut loilowed this word was
such as could lie lelt.
“And you wished to take me with
you!” were tbe words that first interrupt
ed it.
“1 love you,” murmured Camille In a
broken miserable tone.
Elise turned slowly away.
• My lather! my lather!” burst tnvolun
tat ilv from her lips, and she held out her
arms in dumb entreaty to tne door Inal
separated her from her blessed parent.
Instantly and as il In answer to her ap
peal, a strange murmur arose from that
room, an Inarticulate, almost an ag mixed
mil' mur that st uck terror to tbe Ueui is ol
those who liurd it.
“My lather 1" again cried Elise. and this
time she rushed at tbs door and tore It
widely open. Her lather lay stivt med
lie .ire her on the floor, having evidently
; fallen in his efforts to auswur her sum
j moos.
It was midnight, two hours after the
; latai ev ot recorded In the above lines.
Around the bedside ol M. Lepage were
grouped a physic an, a priest, tbe con
cierye, Jean I’ioaril and ms daughter.
Camille was alreidy far away.
l’ue physician bad given them no hope.
In an hour or less tue poor muslcan’s
! soul would be far awur. He was sensible
of it himself. Upon his first return to con
sciousness he had said:
“This is death.”
Elise, overwhelmed as she was, could
not weep. Her one thought seemed to be:
“Supposing 1 had lis:ened to Canidle’s
entreaties, and had been flying from Paris
in this terrible hour!”
Jean Picard on tbecontrary, shed more
than one tear. Pei baps the restraint be
bad put upon himself iu the tragic scene
which bad preceded this catastrophe
was naviug its revr-n re upon him now, or
perhaps the look of p'-ace wth which the
old man surveyed him and bis daughter,
standing as tDey were, side by side,struck
him by its contrast to the sad reality. It
was mulnight. as 1 have said, and the
clock was striking, as it ceased the dying
man spoke:
"May I not see vour two hands joined?”
be asked, gazing tenderly at Jean and
Elise.
As though a thunderbolt had fallen at
ber feet, Elise started and fell back.
Jean hastily cleared tbe room and then
leading her gently up to the bedside, he
said solemnly:
“Mademoiselle, you must pardon your
father. Three hours ago 1 bad the honor
to ask of him your hand in marriage, and
he nad tee go'glness to accord it to me.
lie d'les not know that we have had no
conversation on this ma'ter since, and
that therefore such words must fall upou
you with a shock.”
“Did you—wee you—” she stammered,
“thinking of this when you—”
"Mademoiselle,” interrupted Jean,
“wha'ever I have ever done or said has
beeu more for vour sake than my own;
believe that.' 1 And he threw a glance at
M. Lepage which she could not lail to un
derstand.
Hid ng her face in her bands, Elise
knelt by tbe bedside. She could feel her
father’s band (all on ner head,caressingly,
lingeringly. In a minute more she heard
him say:
“He is a good man, you will marry
him, Elise?” Tnen as she did not an
swer, be added softly, “I should die so
appy.”
'Vnh a spring she stood upright. "Jean
Picard.” she said, “do you wish me for
vour wife?”
A great light which she could not heln
noticing In” that solemn hour settled
slowly over all his face.
“There is nothing l wish so much,” he
answered; “it baa been my dream for
months.”
“After what you know of rov heart,”
she murmured, but so low the dying man
could not hear ber.
“Elise," was the equally low answer,
“I do not expect you to love me just yet,
but you need a protector; let me be that
protector. You need smi-one to comtor;
you and provide you with a borne; let me
be tba friend, and 1 will trust my love to
make you satisfied in the end.”
“You are a good man.” she murmured
In unconscious repetition oi her father's
words and scarcely knowing what she
did, she laid her band in bis seeing mo e
clearly tb * smile that parted her poor
lather’s lips at the action than the
solemn 100-, above with which Jean
Picard accepted the trust thus imparted
to him.
And so it was that Elise Lepage became
the wile of Jean Picard, and a tragedy of
the heart was begun which end> and, as we
have seen, in her death. For Eiise was a
conscientious woman, and once married
set all her hopes on the prospect of some
day becoming as much a wile in heart as
she was now in name. But that heart
was at first too sore with tbe violent
wrench It trad sustained to experience
much beyond gratitude, and months
rolled by without Jean Picard discover
ing iu hi 9 young wile’s studiously kind
manner any token oi that passion which
inflam'd his own lite. Yet the germ it
not the flower of it was in her breast. Un
consciously to berseli her husband was
becoming ail In all to ber, but the leoling
she ► xperienced for him was so different
from that she bad given to bis unworthy
brother that she did not recognize it
for what it was and called It simply
friendship.
The stirring events of tbe war and the
openmg days of the Commune did
not alter matters. A numbness seemed
.o settle upon Elise as she saw tier bus
band gradually identuylng himself with
i cause she both mistrusted and feared.
That her coldnees drove him into tne
savage warfare ol the barricades she did
not tmnk. Sne knew him well enough to
perceive that however it was with others,
with him it was a matter of conscience to
uphold what he called the rights of tne
people. And perceiving this sbe did not
lose ber respeot for bun, though her ter
rors accumulated and an element of
dread cam® Into ber regard lor him
which caused her less and less to suspect
the true nature of tbe emotions he in
spired.
Nor did the culmination of his career
and bissubsequentaowntall fully awaken
her. Like a tireain the dreadiul days
passed in which he was tried, condemned
and sentenced to exile; lise a dream came
toe time of parting. And not till she felt
herself torn from his damning arms did
sue realize that lile was ending for her,
toat tbe moment of death had come and
she bad never told him she loved him.
Making a vigorous effort, for her senses
seemed to be leaiing ber, she
turned, all tremulous with pas
sionate feeling, and bolding out
her arms to him. was about to utter what
would have illumined his exile, when
doubt, that black shadow ot the soul,
glided again across her spirit and saying
to herself, “Vis but a boundless re.'ret ai
the loss ol his goodness,” sbe permitted
herself only tocry:
“Good-bye, Jean. I will be true to you
in your absence, and work if need be with
my ow n bands to sustain myself till you
come back.”
His sail smile told her when too late
what sbe bad done, or rather had omitted
to do.
Tue memory of that smile never left
her. It haunted her day and night. The
strug.'lc into wnich sne was forced for
berdaily bread only served to perpetuate
Der remorse. From a somewhat practical
woman she hecame a dream r ol dreams.
All her soul centred in the one wlsn, the
one hope, of seeing him again, it only to
whisper in his ears tbe truth that was
every day becoming more and more ap
parent to her own heart. Sn>-dan and not
write it to him. The first few dutiful let
ters sne had sent hud never b- en answer
ed and she was of a temperament that
made it impossible for tier to risk the
caatioeor her h -art’s storv lulllnr into
alien or unsympathetic hands. Hut she
could not entirely smother her desiie tor
utterance. Ho the let'ers came to be writ
ten, which, though never stmt, contained
the beatings ot her heart through 'hat
long and dreary separation, letters which
sne evidently fully expected would yet
meet hleeiee and tell him in sweetest
language what her own tongue had tailed
to do on that memorable day ot their
parting.
lint nope, cherished to the last, went
suddenly out. Lke a candle extinguished.
The ship which waste bring the exibs
home arrived In safety, and sum saw in
and saw mein, but did not s. • him. The
blow was fatal. \V illiout asking a ques
tion or doubting tbe iPami which hoi
fallen upon him. and tbere'ore upon n r.
sne returned boms and put, as we have
seen, a desperate end to her own life.
l,ove long repressed had bad its full re
venge. She could not live without its oi>-
lent.
Huch was the story of Elise I’icard, told
me In suiiatanoe by tbe good woman who
had belrleudej ber und In detail Ov tbe
letlera she bad left bentnd her in'this
same woman's charge. 1 bad scarcely
reached me end, that is, nad scarcely
laid the la*t letter down, when a sudden
I nuhhub rose in the h|| without, followed
Ova pitiful low moan welch aom -how or
1 ortuei u woke hi me a peculiar apprenen.
i sloe, oprlngingtoihs door I Hung h open.
1 Never snail i forget the picture that wet
my eyes. Frozen each in his place by
some great emotion, the eager crowd
before me stood silent, aghast gazing at
a figure that, emaciated almost beyond
the semblance of a man. crouched against
tbe wall which led towards the room oi
death.
Toe hush, the intolerable anguish ex
pressed by that form, bent almost double
nv the sudden weight of woe which bad
fallen upon it. toucoed me to tbe quick.
Grasping the hand of the first person 1
could reach. I asked:
"Who is he? What does this mean V’
But I dal not need an answer to my
question. I knew witaout words that Jean
Picard stod before me.
I learned afterwards that he was among
the men that passed before her eyes on the
wharf, but be waa so changed by disease
and grief she bad not reeogn zed him. He
had been spending the last two hours in a
search for her.
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