MARRIAGE OF LISETTE
i By Florence E. Campbell.
'(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Mam'zelle Lisette Guitard was
weeping in the' hyacinth beds and
Monsjeur Gaston Dr&uet wept,
top, unreservedly. But then he
was only 22 four years ohier
tlian Mam'zelle, nevertheless.
Outside tHe night air was frag-
Gazed With Wonder Into Her
New Husband's Face
rant with the odor of hyacinths
and jonquils, and the moon shone
as brightly as it always shines in
New Orleans in spring that is
to say, twice as brightly as any
Mam'zelle had stolen out of the
house in which her father and
mother and the two uncles, and
the maiden aunt and Sister 'Toin
ette and Brother Robert and th&
four bridesmaids and the ushera
were busily rehearsing the part
that they were to play at Mam'
zelle's wedding on the morrow.
Monsieur Thiboult was 57 and
enormously rich, and it wa$ to be
a fashionable affair. Mam'zelle
did notlove Monsieur Thiboult,
but her parents did.
"Poor Gaston !" she murmured,
laying her warm 'hand upon his
icily cold one. "Tonight we must
And, being only 18, she could
not help but feel a thrill of ro
mance in the sadness of the sep-'
"Angel! Beloved! Adored one!"
exclaimed the young man, "I can
not let you go. Come with me
now and let.us be married some
where. You do not love him, that
old pig of a Thiboult." u
"No, poor Gaston, I love you
only," answered the little bride-to-be-.
"But consider, Monsieur
Thiboult v will giye me mu,ch
money and-1 shall make my par
ents rich; poor parents, who have
slaved so bard for me."
"You shall not marry thcpig!"
shouted Gaston. "I will kill him
"Hush, Gaston !" exclaimed the
girl. "He will hear you. He
prowls about his garden by night
yes, would you "Believe me, he
is like a young man since he loves
me, and he composes songs to the;
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