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THE PJTTSBURG- DISPATCH, SATURDAY, JULY 23. 189a
AUTUMN LEAVES.
VVEITTES FOR THE DISl'ATCU
. ' " 'BY MONA CAIRD.
Author of "The Wing of Azrael," "Whom Nature Leadeth,"
"A Romance of the Moors," etc., ete.
C0PYB1GHT, 1892.
Sunshine and silence. It was a wide
eyed country, not such as we call beautiful.
The earth has foregone her spells; she lay
brown and shorn and quiet. The sky was a
strons: radiant blue. Winter was coming;
there was a dream of her in the air; the
birds sang of her thoughtfully, and the wind
was touched frith chill reminiscences. But
what matter? let her come, let the fate of
the year be fulfilled.
These fancies drifted throueh a head
cushioned on moss and half hidden among
leafage on the verge of a little wood, over
looking wide rough spaces of English
country.
A pair of sprawling legs revealed their
presence at intervals by commotions among
dead leaves. The naturally dark face was
still more bronzed with August sunshine; it
was the face of a man saddened ith years;
ne had keen eyes, a thick beard" and
whisKers like the undergrowth that now
encompassed it a forehead that friends
called "bumpv," evebrowsshaeevand over
shadowing. The features were heaTy but
not chaise. In form the loiterer seemed
cigantic; he failed neither in length, breadth
nor thickness.
The vast depression which his hulk made
in surrounding brambles amused him.
"I have gained in extension it I have lost
in elevation since those benignant days,
which this old tree knows as well as I!""he
said inwardly, apostrophising the presiding
oak, which gently, at intervals, sent a
stealthy leaf to join its fallen comrades.
The man vhut his eyes and lay very stilL
And io! the oak tree no longer shed its
leaves and rustled mournfully; it was green
with the first pale green of spring; the
wliifl of primroses came up through the
wood; the air was lull of promise, and the
baud that now lay with close-shut palm
seemed to clasp another smaller, softer
hand! the lost" moments renewed them
selves,sept back wind-like over the years,
catue close, caretsed, thrilled every nerve,
and stirred each drop of blood The eyes
opened and the vision remained. The sclf-f-ytue
spot, the self-same tree. Startlingly
familiar was each bend and contortion of
those old branches; every leaf seemed an
old friend ! and the little wound in the
trunk just above the level of the brow
painful, almost terrible was the vividness
of sensation it evoked. So impossible to
the bewildered senses seemed old Time's
wild work, sweeping away, tearing down,
dimming, destroying, while the old scene
stared with unaltered eyes, and babbled
distractingly of the human things that
could never be again.
Xever again the thought ate and fretted
in the mind as acid upon steeL It was
ridiculous as well as cruel, when every
bird's note, every stir in the air, every sigh
of the woodlands insisted that these things
were still living and keenly living. In an
other second must be a footstep sending a
ripple through the silence the breaking of
a stick, the pushing of a light, white figure
through the branches. A wind swept east
ward the heads of the trees; the dead leaves
swirled over the body of the man whose
face was turned toward the earth.
The rush of wind had concealed from him
the sound of someone approaching. A young
fellow, loosely attired, with a big Panama
hat shading his eyes, made a sudden pause
on coming to the vast form among the un
dergrowth at the oak tree's loot. He was
Blightly built, with a thin, wcrn facc'and
thoughtful expression. After a few sec
onds the close presence of a human being
seemed to make itself felt, and the Hercu
lean bulk stirred.
"Taking a brisk walk!''was the young
man's murmured comment,
'j.nebCL r start? J.
"Oh! It's yff5, is it? Come to measure
the difference between principle and prac
tice." "It is me, or I, as odious grammatical
people will have it, forgetting that me is
the most self-effacing form of expression
showing that the speaker looks at himself
objectively."
"I think you are about the most self
effacing fellow I know," said the elder man,
arranging his substance slowly against the
oak trunk.
"Self-effacement. Mr. Parkes, is compar
atively easy to a man of moderate size,"
said "Wilfred Turner, sinking down among
the underwood.
"Have you room?" asked Mr. Parkes
benevolently.
"Thank you, I have found a crevice. I
like your way of taking exercise."
Joseph Parkes grunted.
"I thought, sir, when I sawyou yesterday
at Warrington Court that you had a rever
ence lor literature."
"So I had, when you saw me yesterday at
Warrington Court"
"Your to-day's variation lands you in
contempt for the great world-rudder. Ah,
foolish youth, for whom the shrine is
empty! "Replenish thy faith and set alight
again the sacred lamp of reverence, lest
evil things befall thee! Know that the
muses remain in their majesty, though at
intervals their votaries take exercise under
oak trees and think upon the days that are
no more."
"Ah! is that what yon are doing!" Wil
fred exclaimed.
"Young man," said Joseph Parkes, "I
have a Past."
"I cohgratulate you," Wilfred returned.
The man of letters gave a short laugh.
"I always knew it," Wilfred went on.
"You have been envied and called success
ful; but I felt there-was something out of
gear with you. You seem at times so weary
of things and people."
"2Cot altogether on acconnt of my Past,
however," said Joseph Parkes. "Were I
as innocent of a Past as yourself, I think I
should get tired of writing fugitive articles
lor newspapers; I should weary of being
everlastingly smart, and critical, and tell
ing, and all that. I have extravagant and
ridiculous longings to say what I really '
think sometimes, a confession which I know I
I mav rely on you to hold sacred in your j
own bosom." I
Wilfred buttoned up his flannel coat I
secretively. I
"That's right. Yes, it gets absolutely j
ridiculous, it does indeed. However, it is .
the way of the world, and one must keep '
one's grumbling for one's self-effacing
friends"
"Who wish most heartilv thev eonld An '
something more useful tbanlisten to them,"
taid Willred.
Then with some hesitation he went on to
suggest a lew ideas of a more hopeful char- ,
actf r. Why did not Mr. Parkes say the
thing he wanted to say? Why not write a
book on his own account? Honest speech '
was far more wanted than smart newspaper I
articles.
"But bread and butter for aged mothers
and spinster sisters is wanted more per
emptorily than either," observed Parkes.
And yet, and yet!
Ah! yes, Wilfred talked boldly; it was
just the wav Joseph Parkes used to ta'k at
his age; one's heart warmed to such talk,
but ah, me! Did he not know that there
was a Succubus stalking the highwavs of
the world, a creature who had swallowed
generations of dreams and centuries of
hopes, who fattened on belief, and added
cubits to her stature on the nutritious diet
of young Ambition?
Wilfred sighed.
"Do we then all go through the same
phases and finish the same?
"As surely as the oak tree begins with
green and ends with russet."
"But we may all be wrong," said Wil
fred.
"Nothing more likely. We can't even '
be left in peace with a gloomy conviction.
However, I believe there is one hope for a
man in this life, and that is the love of a
good woman. If yon miss that you come to
bur state beiore the end, unless jfou lose be-
lief in love and woman altogether, which is
worse."
"Oh, that's what you think!" cried "Wil
fred. "That is interesting."
lie continued reflectively, chewinga Btalk
of grass and letting his thoughts run in the
channel that for the last lortnight they had
worn deep with their perpetual trampling.
At the home of hig friend, Tom "Whittlng
ham, in the neighborhood where he was
now staying, was a fellow guest named
Madame de Verneville, whose strange charm
filled him with doubt, excitement and
trouble. lie could not understand her. She
had lost her husband about a year ago in
some outlandish place in the East, where
they had lived for many years. He was a
Frenchman, whom she had astonished
everybody bv marrying, for no one liked
him, and until she had accepted him Bere
nice herself as all her relations said in be
wilderment had spoken of him with but
scant respect. She had always been
wavward and unexpected a problem
to " her family. That she, with
her intense love of all that was
brilliant and intoxicating in life, should
have consented to burr herself in Asia
Minor, where her prosy old husband had an
' appointment, filled everyone who knew her
with dismay. Some unhappv love affair
was suspected, but Berenice liamed all at
tempts to discover the truth. Her usual
reticence made it the more remarkable that
she should have taken Wilfred, to some
slight extent, into her confidence. She told
him that she had returned to the scenes of
her early life because it was here that she
had enjoyed and thrown away the greatest
happiness that had ever come to her or ever
could come. She warned him never to allow
a moment's anger or pique to induce him to
sacrifice what he valued deeply; it was
worse to owe a great loss to oneself than
to any other person for then one could
not comfortably nurse a grievance. Madame
de Verneville had followed the example
of all who came under the influence of
Wilfred Turner, whose obvious nobility of
character and perfect loyalty, had laden
him with a towering pile of confidences, a
burden heavy with responsibility and often
lraught with danger. For those to whom
he gave sympathy and service had, in many
cases, followed the strange instinct of the
average human being to demand from au
unstinting giver, more and more, as he
gives more, tosnding upon his gifts a sort
of vested interest, an inalienable claim for
renewed bounties, each claimant acting as
ifhiswasthe only case with which the
donor had to deal, ana as if he had no ship
of his own to pilot through the straits and
shoals.
Madame de Verneville, to do her justice,
had not instituted a right to Wilfred's serv
ices on the foundation of his sympathy;
she saw and told him that he had too many
people on his 'shoulders it was weighing
him down, and exhausting his nervous
grasp of life, he must not submit to the
self-indulgent thoughtlessness of men and
women who were 'not strong enough to re
tain the perpendicular without leaning
their whole weight on someone else, minus
even the ceremony of permission. How
MaJame de Verneville knew that Wilfred
was so placed, puzzled him not a little.
Was she casting over him some spell of the
mesmeric order, which made it possible for
her to read his thoughts! He had made
light of her power in her presence, and had
jokingly challenged ber to subjugate his
will, it she could; now he began to wish he
had not defied her. He felt in his heart
that at her command, he would be ready to
do anything.
One of her strangest characteristics was
her passion and genius lor dancing. At
Oldham House, where they were staying,
she had inspired the whole party with the
same mania, and every evening, in the gar
den, they used to dance to the sound of
music that came from the open drawing
room window not ordinary movements of
sedate measure, but wild spirited national
dances that she had taught them, full of
character and abandon.
Wilfred was roused from his reverie by
the voice of his companion, who had appar
ently been indulging in the same luxury.
"Years ago," he began, "on this very
spot "
"Another confidence, by Jove!" Wilfred
inwardly exclaimed.
"A little drama took place, of which I
was the hero. Why I should sentimentalize
over it to you, my dear fellow, I don't
know, but you seem to secrete confidences
as the liver secretes bile. Listen, then, to
my tale," said Joseph Parkes melodramati
cally. "On a stormy night at the end of the
fifteenth century a solitary horseman but
I see you grow restive. Stay, then I will
lay my story in your own era. Under this
old oak tree there were clandestine meet
ings in times long past She swore and I
swore we were prodigal of oaths. But one
fine day she did not keep her appointment,
and when I returned home I found a letter
that broke my heart and the engagement I
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went my way, and we never met again. The
thing is as ancient m a sun myth, I heard
shortly afterward of her engagement to
some other fellow, whose very name I do
not know. Whether the is alive or dead at
this moment I am in perfeot ignorance. I
walked the earth a raging dynio; my contributions-to
periodicals Degan to take an
edge that editors liked; I wrote like a
fiend, half-starving as I was in my fourth
floor room overlooking the artlftlo chimney
pota of Islington. That was the beginning
of my success as a journalist I recom
mend everv aspirant to journalism to get
engaged and jilted. It is most inspiring."
"I am very sorry for T"u," said Wilfred,
simply. A suspicion had Hashed upon his
mind, generated by the union of two con
fidences, and the longer he thought about it,
the more probable it seemed to him that the
double communication, eaeh giving only a
portion of the truth, when put together
made the whole.
"But is it on this account that you have
never married?" asked Wilfred.
"I think it is. My ideal of woman re
ceived so rude a shock; and then I have seen
too much of the inside of domestic life, f
would rather be in mv grave- than falsely
married. My solitude at least is a nega
tive evil; but an enforced companionship
Donnerund blitz! no thank you."
"Yet if that woman were to come back
and stand here as she stood then, perhaps
your opinion would change."
"I am a fool," he said, "but not twice
fool!"
Then after a long pause, he went on to
describe his first meeting with her, point
ing oat the roofs of Warrington Court
where it had taken place. Her father had
sold the place to Mr. Horsford, Joseph's
present host
Joseph Parkes strnggled up. "Come,
come, it's time to go home. They dine at a
to eight"
"Plenty of time, then, to come around
and see our Cottage Club," said Wilfred,
"it's worth a visit"
The suggestion was adopted, though
Joseph Parkes hoped there were not a lot
of literary peoplethere; he was tired of the
jargon, confound it!
It was a place for those who pine for rest
and silence, yet who desire occasional op
portunity lor informal social pleasures.
Some years ago a group of artists had taken
the cottage, engaging a clever and benevo
lent relative of one of the members Mrs.
Haverlev as housekeeper or hostess.
"Good heavensl" the man of letters ex
claimed. "Iiook at that library and those
old world vistas of warden bevondl What
a place to rest or work, or idle or make love
in!"
"Nobody here need be sociable unless he
pleases,-" Wilfred explained; "the rooms
are all divided by a movable canvas screen,
so that each room is a study as well as a
bedroom, and there is no such thing as in
terruption known in this house. A man
may be a hermit all the morning and don
the cap and bells in the evening if it so
fileases him. It is the first taste of real
iberty I have ever had in my life."
A young fellow in a loose coat, carrying
a canvas in his hand and brushes in his
mouth, passed through the library.
He gave a friendly nod and removed the
brushes.
"Just going to finish my sketch of the
mill jond," he said. "By the way, Wil
fred, it has "been arranged that we shall all
come over here to-night after dinner the
members have unanimously invited our
party we are to have a repast of fruit aud
wines and lemonade and claret cup Mrs.
Haverlev has said it and a frolic most
jocund. "You will bring your friend "
Tom Whitingham added, with a bow to Jos
eph Parkes.
It was explained that the latter was stay
ing at Warrington Court till to-morrow,
when inexorable affairs called him to town.
"As Madame de Verneville is to be of
the party we are certain to have some danc
ing it is really an experience to see her
dance and how infectious it is Mr.
Parkes must come and join the revels."
Joseph executed an elephantine pas de
deux, and the young artist went away
laughing. ,
"Well, what do you think of it?" in
quired Wilfred. "Wouldn't this console
you almost as well as woman's love?"
"Better, my dear fellow, better," said
Joseph; "bury me here, I beseech you. In
life I am banished, in death. let me dwell
among you."
"But your grave wonld make us sad.
"Not so; vou would sav: Here lies one
who knew not how to live, therefore he
dies. The roses grow the better for him
for me there is no snch rest business calls
me away; there is no help for it If my
soul's salvation depended on my staying
here to-morrow, I could not stay. Business
is business. My grave shall some day re
mind you of the desert outside your gates.
Now I must go. I am a pelican in the wil
derness, a sparrow on the housetop; I must
go back to dress for dinner. Consider the
humiliation.
He tnrned and hastened away in evidently
mournful mood.
"Poor Joseph! Behind a thin veil of
cynicism what a big, kind, sad heart is beat
ing forlorn!" thought Wilfred, watching
the sinking of the sun, and all the pomp
and circumstance of his heavenly burial.
The inmates of Oldham House strolled over
in small detachments to the Cottage Club
after dinner. Wilfred was the last to go,
and he went alone. As he came near to the
cottage his ear caught faint sounds of
music. Someone was playing a rollicking
reel tune that went to the brain like strong
wine, while under the trees a company of
fantastic-looking beings were dancing in
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the moonlight With nimble steps sharp
to the rhythm, alternately emphatio and
cursory, light, agile, with now and then a
swimming movement through the trees, this
fleet-footed company danced in solemn
silence.
Among the dancers Wilfred at once saw
Berenice de Verneville. J
She was dressed In white, and her gar
ment followed every movement like an
echo, creating a lovely series of sinuous
lines melting and reforming as she went
Eccentric and strange though it was, the
dance was almost a work of genius.
Two figures watched the scene from the
path, and Wilfred saw that they were
Joseph Parkes and his host, Mr. Horsford.
Tom'Whittingham was among the dancers.
"I can't stand this any longer," muttered
Wilfred, rushing into the fray.
On ran the music with delicious agility;
the figures jigged, and spun and swam sud
denly away, with elbow on hip, arm" flung
aloft, and body turned to right and left;
then there was setting to partners, and
minute iigging of couples face to face.
Whether or not Madame de Verneville
were beautiful it would have been bard to
decide; hers was a spell-working faoe,
potent, fascinating; the firm, supple little
figure suggested the idea of a tiger in its in
finite grace and power. As she danced the
movement ran through every muscle; it
spread nice a nppie across water.
Her hair was fair and heavy, recalling
the thick, marble locks of some Greek
statue. Her eyes were deep blue, and she
had a pair of dark eyebrows, giving a singu
lar effect of contrast to the fair hair.
She smiled at Wilfred, aud her glance
was half friendly, half teasing. He felt as
if he were being drawn out of himself
toward this Biren-like being. His will was
enthralled. They were still flattening the
tormented ground with unceasing steps, but
gradually Wilfred felt that he was being
drawn aside, always dancing, drawn away,
and away into the dimness of the tree's,
toward the upper terraces.
What was happening to him? Was he
asleep or awake? Madame de Verneville
seemed to be still luring him on, up the
pathway to the terrace garden, and still
without a word. Up and up the two fig
ures went, silently dancing. When they
arrived at the first terrace, she stopped, and
said quietly, "That answered welL"
"What answered well, in the name of
heaven?" inquired Wilfred, leaning against
the railing and panting.
"What do you think induced you to
dance up that hill after me?" she inquired.
"The devil!" he exclaimed.
"uni excuse me; it was X! Xbe power
that brought yon here was not in you, but
in me. It is for me to be exhausted; but
don't say again that I can't control, your
will."
"What do you want with me?" he asked.
"Nothing whatever; you can go now, if
you like," she said indifferently. But he
did not go; .the atmosphere as of another
world seemed to envelop him as he watched
her half sitting, half leaning on the parapet
of the terrace, and speaking to him in quiet
tones. He never knew how long they sat
there together in the moonlight
The pessimism and unbelief which had
been creeping into his blood that afternoon
melted under the potency of this new solv
ent Without a word of argument this
magician had convinced him that life was
supremely worth living. If there is an en
grossing, enchanting, mysterious, and beau
tiful dwelling place under heaven, it is this
world of moonlight and shadow, of autumn
nights and days, this most dramatic world,
where each hour may hold for us the crisis
of our late.
He haa scarcely time to consider whether
the genial power were good or evil. It was
like fine wine; strong, rich, seductive.
Joseph Parkes' words came back to him.
"The only hope and consolation for a man
is in the love of a good woman. If he
misses that "
He felt awe-struc'r, full of fear, of hope,
surprise; he tried to summon reason and
common sense to the rescue, when suddenly
a big form loomed before him.
"Holloa! it's you!" exclaimed Wilfred.
"I tear that will scarcely serve as an in
troduction," said Joseph Parkes, politely.
Madame de Verneville looked up very
suddenly, and ber hand tightened its grasp
of the palisade. She bent her head, and
buried her face from the moonlight
"You have found a charming seat here,"
said Joseph, filling up the awkward pause.
A constrained conversation was carried on,
as if at an afternoon call. Josech Parkes
complimented Madame de Verneville on the
dance she had led under the lime trees.
"We all took it ill when you deserted us,
and the dancing began to flag soon after. I
think the ,men are half ashamed of them
selves now, and can't quite understand what
possessed thein."
' "This lady is a mesmerist," said Wilfred.
"I can quite believe it," Joseph an
swered. "You very nearly drew old Horsford into
the circle. He wonld have been kicking up
his majestic heels in another two minutes
if you had staved. What's the matter?"
he asked suddenly, noticing Wilfred's face.
"Nothing," was the instinctive response.
"I'll take a little stroll, I think."
He plunged away rather unsteadily into
the darkness. Movement seemed a neces
sity to him. He wandered on and on
among the intricate shrubberies, up and
down the terraces, round end round, return
ing unawares again and again to the same
spot There was a forlorn lichen-covered
statue of a youth playing on a flute on one
of the shadowed terraces, and this green
and dispirited young man had an odd sort
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of attraction for Wilfred. He felt a vague
sense of pleasure or relief whenever he
came in sight of the monotonous flute
player. The struggle in his mind was ob
scure, as the sense -of pain when the con
sciousness Is confused but not subdued by
chloroform. He struggled, bus he scarcely
knew against what 1 A sense of loss, of re
gret, emptiness; a future forlorn and green
and still, like the existence of the poor
flute player. What did it mean ? Where
were the buoyant feelings of joy and be
lief, of interest and delicious excitement
that had plunged him into a new world ?
The pulse of lite had suddenly flagged and
fallen far below its normal rate.
Why? Had this woman mesmerized him
into all this tumnlt of feeling? Was it an
unreal, unwholesome excitement for which
he had to pay as for any other sort of
orgle l
Or was it was It jealousy ?
His brain twam and his self-respect
sickened at the suspicion. Had he not
been desiring above all things to see his
friend and benefactor a happy and a heart
filled man? Had he not been willing
to give years of his life for that friend's
sake?
Now occurred a chance of the wish being
fulfilled, au opportunity for Wilfred to aid
in its accomplishment and he did not could
not rejoice 1 It seemed as if Fate had heard
his desires, and, with ironic intent, had
forthwith placed him in this strange pre
dicament that he might feel his weakness
and inconstancy of motive. Fate, however,
should not have the laugh altogether on her
side.
Wilfred raised his head resolutely. He
was shaken, but not conquered. Gratitude,
sympathy, affection, friendshiD were not
so easily overturned, though rebel emotions
migh't sweep the soul bare for a miserable
half hour.
He retraced his steps toward the terrace,
leaving the flute-player still piping silently
to the listening shrubberies.
The two figures were sitting in the same
spot as before, almost in the same attitudes.
The woman's face was turned toward the
darkness.
She was not recognized. If Wilfred so
willed it the recognition might not take
place, and since Joseph must at all hazards
return to town to-morrow this singular
meeting might remain without result
Why interfere with the natural course of
things?
The good angels of the man and the
woman seemed to plead with him: "Give
them this happiness; it is yours to bestow
or withhold. The years since their parting
have brought rich gifts to them. Sorrow
and loneliness, knowledge ol life, vain toils
and ambition have taught them how to prize
what lies now within their grasp. With
hold it not."
"But how do I know that they would
take it?" Wilfred argued feverishly. "She
avoids recognition; she will not love him
now more than she loved him then."
"Give them the chance," urged the other,
voices..
"She might, perhaps, love me."
Wilfred shook off the thought He
joined the two figures on the terrace, find
ing them in much the same positions as be
fore, Madame de Yerneville always with
her face turned away. She spoke very
little, and not m her usual voice. Draw
ing his friend aside, Wilfred went straight
to the point "There," he said, "is the
heroine of your story of this morning."
Joseph Parkes asked sharply what he
meant But Wilfred would say no more.
The elder man laid his band on the parapet;
his self-respect demanded that he should
keep calm. He scarcely doubted that Wil
fred was right that attitude, that bend of
the head; the only wonder was that he had
not recognized her instantly. But the
revelation was so sudden, so bewildering,
that he scarcely knew what emotions moved
him.
His first idea was to escape from the spell
like power that in the old days used to hold
him captive. He felt that this power had
increased in strength. The charm was of a
kind to shun, unless he was willing to let
the woman fool him a second time. But
a new impulse moved him to go up to
Madame de Vernevijle. He introdnced
himself quietly, and she looked at him
with an expression of fear and excitemen't
in her dyes.
"Go on say it, say it," she cried, hur
riedly. "I have no defense to make."
"And I have no reproaches," said Joseph
with dignity.
The light died out of her face at his
tone.
"Don't go," she said to Wilfred.
"I am sorry we have met." said Joseph
Parkes; "such meetings must always be
painful."
'I regret that my unlucky presence
should give you pain. I did not ordain the
meeting."
She rose and stood looking at her former
lover with a face full of grief.
Wilfred wondered that his friend did not
seek to detain her as she prepared to retrace
her steps down the steep pathway to the
house.
"Goodby," she said. She seemed re
luctant to move, but as Joseph answered
"Goodby, Madame de Verneville," she
caught her breath and went down the path
at a rapid pace.
"Are you going to let her go?" cried
Wilfred, "good heavens, you are out of
your mind."
"Don't make it harder forme to keep my
head," Joseph pleaded; "that woman has
heartlessly thrown me over once in her life
is she to have that amusement the second
time?"
"She told me this morning that she came
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to this place because here she had enjoyed
and thrown away the greatest joy she had
ever had in her life or ever could hare; does
that mean that she went back to her alle
giance or that she has always remained in
different to you?"
"Don't tempt me with inch fancies ami
after all to be twice fooled? What devil's
potency is in some women that "
"Oh! go and stop her!" cried Wilfred, ex
citedly. He pushed his friend down the path and
turned away in the darkness.
There was no donbt now in Wilfred's
mind that Berenice had written that letter,
in a mere fit of anger or suspicion some
kind person might have been calumniating
Joseph and his way of coldly accepting
his dismissal without a word was doubtless
the reason why the misunderstanding had
ended so disastrously. Berenice was ob
viously a very prond woman, with all ber
fantastic, wayward qualities.
Wilfred saw the whole story; how she bad
mourned for what she had flung away in her
girlhood, yet had been too proud to confess
it to the man who had given her no chance
of doing so by a single word of regret or
even of reproach. Perhaps it might have
seemed to her that he had been glad to be
freed from the engagement.
An hour later Willred, still wandering
among the shadows of the upper terraces,
caught the sound of musio irom below. It
was the same fascinating reel that had lured
him into the dance at the beginning of this
strange evening.
They must be dancing again. Was she
with thorn this time. He went to the ter
race edge and peered down.
He could see a few dancers under the
limes, but neither Berenice nor Joseph was
of the number.
Wilfred moved away, seeking half con
sciously the terrace ol the flute player.
The statue was in deep shadow now, a
pallid, lonely figure against the background
ol dark shrubs.
Wilfred stood leaning against the pedestal
fighting down a dull pain in bis heart Be
fore him was a long vista of silvered foliage,
Sale with moonlight He started and caught
is breath as two figures emerged from the
side of the avenue. They paused, and stood
gazing down the long ghostly lines of silent
trees. Then the man bent down and kissed
the fair hair that gleamed in the moonlight
by his side; and the two figures moved
and passed together, band locked in hand,
down the silvered avenue.
Presently the flute player, still impatient,
found himself once more piping, forlorn in
the solitude.
The End.
LATE NEWS IN BRIEF.
Mt. Etna Is still boiling over.
Typhus is epidemic at Faohna, Mexico.
A short-lived rebellion In Bolivia has
been suppressed.
Missouri's ex-Treasurer, Nolan d, Is now
in the penitentiary.
English Catholics will take up collections
ior iusbi. jouns nrs sunerers.
The thermometer is still sporting; above
the 1C0 In the shade mark: in Kansas.
The proposed invasion of Cuba from
Florida by fillbusterers has been postponed.
The French Dahomey expedition will
start from Kotonou for the interior in Sep
tember. European powers will concentrate
squadrons at Cadiz, Spain, to watch
Morocco.
All vessels arriving at Danube ports
from Russia are subjected to seven days'
quarantine.
Chicago German societies will hold a
demonstration against Sunday closing of the
World's Fair.
Prince Bismarck has (riven up his pro
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UtSlUJUU UlllUB.
Many orphans and nuns lost their lives
in the burning of an asylum at la Paz,
.Bolivia, Friday.
The restrictions upon travel in the
Shoshone Vulley. In tho Coaur d'Alene re
gion, havo been removed.
An extra session of the Argentine Con
gress has been called to consider the finan
cial condition of Buenos Ayres.
The Chinese population in Montreal,
Toronto and other eastern Canadian cities
has doubled within four months.
The Sunday Best League and the Fed
eration of Labor In New Orleans have united
to enforce the Sunday closing law.
Chicago's City Direotory credits her with
a population of 1,120,000, approximately the
same as the estimate of the sohool census.
Tho Italian cruiser Giovanni Bausan has
been ordered to proceed to New York In Oc
tober to take part in the Columbus celebra
tion. The German Ministry of the Interior has
issued orders to the frontlerguaras to main
tain constant vigilance to prevent the entry
into Germany of Russian Hebrews.
Milwaukee lias another boodle sensation.
A discrepancy of $34,000 has been fonnd in
the accounts of the Water Department The
City Engineer admits the shortage, bnt says
it Is due to bad collections.
Temporary barracks containing 100 sleep
ing laborers working on the Chicago gas
pipe line, near Loansport, Ind., collapsed
Friday night. Two Italians wore killed and
15 workmen seriously injured.
At Toronto Friday evening, a number of
men working on a new railway bridge were
precipitated to the tracks 20 feet below
through the collapse of a timber. D.
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October 13-has been fixed as the date for
the Inauguration of President Pena, in the
Argentine Republic The Rouqstas Mlstris
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