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Pierre weekly free press. (Pierre, S.D.) 1889-19??, July 31, 1913, Image 6

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iifl ltd taita
ptlhMfaiA ^v"
fallen in.lpVe with a, girl
Infe oh his- cpmfnls-
r#, the
he had disced attend
^K'fcad proposed and/been
••jnm-ir- n^t get an opportunity to
Ms life. He wm 'ordered
Iftdiliere wan plenty of work,*?
...leapent fwo years away tiro**
••Mipdd. Mime and beauty. It wu a
for him. He had np oppor,
»Mtf#Wndhi*$n!ome,.and tlfere-
"iv *^1*
was obliged to save It, tt§t it
md of/(hat time, when be had matW
A&djieiwaito g^tthree month"' leaye of
*enoe, be bad a little money wad a good
3 of common npM^Ht had dsV««
J. tnatead of Wafting his |le he
-that he was full or healthy «M'
bltlin. and, while be could' not terse!
the girl, he bad grimly resolved to set
along without her." He dl* -propose td
do. one thin*, however, and that WM
get to England a* fasta* ever he oettltli
call on. her and. let herknow fioW iMli
be wae getting alone 'Without H«r He
reached the Hotel at noon~&ji 'Wai JutfH
leaving the hotel to call ott hit if night.
She lived in Kerfelngtenf It.. WAD «. I
delightful September night, with a full
moon, and he walked dtjra^W the
house, repeating, on tha way a deftfeft
tlpies or more the quaatlon, 'leltiM
Borough* at home?" ho that, bis vole#
Would not tremble thesughuist particle,
even l^f^re th^i^ant, Hlevo|ee41d
not tremble alther, Whan the critical
moment arrlTOd, buthe was a Ittll*
astonished that the aarvant should Uahf
er him Into thedrawlng room Without
Maying a word or even asking for hi*
fcard. He was still more astonished to
find that there waa no light lnthe ream
save the stream ofmoonligtat that
slanted in a£ the windows. Aat«nl«h»
.merit waa not the word .tor the Ob-'
casion when h« aaw Violet BorqWlM
herself leahlngon theslllotthe Wlh
-dow in the-moonligqt aitd he alnioet
jrasped when ahe said In the iigit ilti
er-of»fact way: "X knew you WOVldV
«ome Jad|I"^
,: il4 your* he exclaimed, sinking un
iuivited Into a chair. .,
ehe repeatcd. Then ha not
iced that she waa crying.
1 hope 1 don't intrude—parhape I
had better call again?*'
She paid no attenlon to the^auggaa"
tion, butstlli lookingout pf the win
dow, Mid "Your voice has obanfed
idj great deal."
fauppos^ It has." he anawandi
said' you would be a ohanged
11 did not auppdse it would
csuMn? a ».
the pyrposa. too.
ly opening
id I'
"'It nil
a «i«(%
so soon." she contlntiad. VOh,
^^Otwulul Isn't itr •,
,t wl5t 1 did not know that If
It, tmfaed'^
mm' t?
Itt traHaed0— -\:,,
you. Jest? You, know, I,
affair of ours—your lova tff'l
..,. I'l
There Is" too flfiiol
I tool
•,- .3
Into tban
We were Bltungnogether^n ^ne oi the
private dining rooms at the Caf» Riche,
my friend' Afidre 'Palmai*. the famou^
violinist, and niyeelf.
He Waa in evening dri»s, ahd amon#
the many orders Wh loh covered his coaf^
tape lis I noticed W the fllst/time life
Grand Cross of the.Blue £iafcle..l
He a&w< that I wa» looking ai it, and
said in his: soft melodious voicerv "You
are looking at my Blue "Eagle, Paul.
Would you like ito hear the little ro
mance connecte-l .with It
V,' '**•.
"Whyi.^rtainly, Andrei"
"Well, it's an old story,!' he comment
ed. r'lt--.'ii^ea back to niyillrat yoiuth,
When I was still poor,"- unknown and
"I had accepted an otter from an im
presario to Vplay at v? thi Casino at'
Si^eveningeA. The lvalary was ymall,
biA it Was, the only offer I had, and
had to give private lessons io' help ou%.
"I played two numbers every night
before a very fashionable audience. &nd
wa* very cOrdlally, recelved. -When I
"had played maybe a dozen times no^
tlced two ladies, one young, the other
older, always seated is- the same seat
nf ix the platform. The younger aeemed
quite enrfcpturad' With my playing.'
"One mornlnaf at breakfast the waiter
brought me a letter: stamped, with a
royal crown.
I opened it. It contained onty a few
Hnes^ aaking me to* c^at-A, MrtalH
villa the aame aftern'odti,' #nd. "w
signed Louiie frlncess of iAltMib^rg 1
At* the afterhoori at 4 ra^ Ahp'1
of the villa with Shaking hand. I Vii
that was awkward and unused {of He
etiquette of high' soclety vand dr«ad6d'
to meet the princess, whom I lafow to
I Ibe related to ,th# imperial family, but I
calmed dowb, When I saw fh^ertfeme
simplicity of thfe nceptlofnyMn.
"A minute later- two ladies' entered,
•and I immediately recognised in the
younger my adtqirer fr^m the C^ilno.
Ac «ril thr«t linHW weeki:
waa. to -caoeivfe a price which1
1008 N WRBatfWT
Au?BTS R.04$&VCZ».
ring which waa ettlf Where she put it
herself, ye-\rs ago.
"Monsieur Paima," she said softly,
"you have not, forgotten me I knew
you. would not. But give me back, mj
ring. It has brought you happiness, 1
hope, as 1 wished it would. To m* hap
piness is a stranger, but if you give it
back' it may still'bring me some In
return I will give you a sign of my un*
She took the ring, whtcn I- held Out to
her, and bade me goodby.
In the evening a chamberlain brought
me a small ,box. It contained the Grand
Cross of the B!ue Eagle and a card
with the words:
*'A cross is, all *1 have to give. tt
•y, •. "Mary."
I 'looked at my friend. A teat
glistened in his eye and we sat
long in: silence.
.. "Iiet us go, Paul," he finally said, "I
need fresh air, and the life on the
boulevard will wlpp out the thoughts
.of what might have been but should
not be."
Anything to Bsat the Wast.
/Harold Bolce in the July Booklovers
Magazine: In my article in the June
Issue of this magazine attention waa
directed to the purpose of Japan to
graft, a new religion upon the world-*
ttcosmopolitan creed that.should be an
amalgamationf upon, rationalistic lines
of many of the-precepts of eveiV Phil
os sphy and faith. Since that article
waa written newa has been cabled from
Toklo of a movement on the
'part Of the mikado's government
to 'establish a national eligibnj
modeled upon the Christian i^-sys
tem, the interpreted purpose of 'which
Is to entitle Japan, now a pagan natioi
io membership in the international
brotherhood of Christian "powers.
lit would thus appear or the surface
that Japan was prepared to copy th«
II ,,
•in illi
"teat. had
^, \.
I if 1
uia*or Altenbttrg, tends" from which/It has borrowed
M«t'iUaa'lffnai«v' •MA'Ukiial!..'"
iter, P^n^ess Mary,
to give ber leaaons
td' did^tny''vwpy '-Wirt'
_'J.' 'il
mechanics and the arts of war, and
that, theretofore in Its larger purpose,
to civilise Gh!ri£, the movement of the
Sinrlse Kthgdom would be dooperatlve
Wlth the pioneer wo*"k of C3hrlfl
'evaAgeM in pagan Asla.
No deduction could be ^urther from
the In Its ambition to shape
China's rapidly changing) destinies Jap
an may find, It expedient to adopt a
state religion, and even give it some'
Christian name.: By such lnnovatioH it
wo^ld secure, in lts .pbllos6phlca! and
commercial conquest or China, the sym
pathy and support bt the' Chiistian
World, Instead of the deep and Abiding
hOM(Ullty that Would be, provoked if Jap
an's actual intentions were undlgulsed.
With secret yet fervent contempt for
the teachings' ot the wast, and wltlr
a proud and determined
exalt the Mongolian Orient
era Id of the .political and commercial
world. Japan .WlH nqt hesitate Iti- ita
ln, China adopt any of the
litanies, religions, Nations, or sacer
dotalism of the -it that may servd
advaiwe the Asiatlc cause/
Mrs.- .Cameron liked, pink, and Mr.:
Cameron had furnished her boudoir In
rose color and silver. She wae partial
to flowers, and her husband. had given
a standing order to a florlst to keep her
wants supplied. She
and three Or four gilded cage swung
from the... ceiling, each' one, thrilling
with delicious melody. In, faot, Mrs.
Cameron had everything She wanted,
and, as previously intimated, was far
from satisfied.
"Like him well enoughV repeated
Annie Clark, who, having Just left
school, thought that a young wife who
had wedded the man she loved ought to
be. extremely happy. "Oh, Rosle! how
tcoldly you speak!'
Oh! These Cool(S.
Mrs, Oldwed—I see you, so very^llttle.
Why don't you 0me arouncLin the af
Mrs. Newwed—I can't. My cook only
allows mc one afternoon off a week.
(copyright 1904, fay W. R. Hearst.) 'v.fau the time. Sometimes I think
a re id
/"Yes," safd Mrs.
in answer should be happier If Clarence
to hej- friend's remark, '1 like him, well worship^ me wute so devotedly,
enough,^1 suppose."
Mrs. Cameron Was iust nineteen,-a
bride of six months, and a lovely, baael
eyed brunette. She had everything be a relief if lie' could And faultfeocca
that heart could desire, and conse-
quently wasn't exactly pleased With?
fond of birds,
,, ..... 1 «3ai '.£
see the japs loat a /couple of ships
•ad^ Ipt of men."
"Tea this war seems to be getting
fi a
r- iff 1.6 ml
at- Pd lUce to ae# a Ilttto Ud^
it-fetf* a.jbjb«w.
"Oh, Bosle!'
"It's a bore, you- know," said the
young wife confidentially. "It would
slonally. He's too good! Now, Sophie
Markham is actually afraid of her bus-,
band—a: great, handsome f^low, with a'
lovely black silk mustache like an-Ital-
fen brigand. Oh, it must be charming
to be a little afraid- of one's hus
"Now:' Rosle!" cried the astounded
Mips Clark, "what nonsense you are
"Well, I can't help It," said Mrs. snaps and snatls and puppy dogs' tails,'
Cameron, letting her head fall languid
ly back on'the rose satin .cushion of the
low, easy chair on which she sat.
"One gets tired of cakes and champagne
You'd recommend, on the contrary.
eh?" laughed' Annie, also, quoting
nursery rhyme.
"Not exactly that: but one does get
tired of perpetual honey and sunshine,"
said unreasonable Bosle, as she reached
out her hand fqr her embroidery. "And
now you promised to tell me all about
Kitty Smith's trousseau."
As It happened, Mrs. Cameron's
beautiful drawing room was seperated
from iie!r boudoir, by portlerres. Mr.,
Cameron Reading his paper, sat on the
side of the driaperies. and heard this
conversation—an eaves dropper In spite
of himself His cheeks burned, he bit
his Hps,. and the blodd rushed through
So Bolsle. waa-getting tired of him!:
Well, after all it was better to thor-'
oughly .comprtthftnd the-whole state of
the case. Ho was too amiable, was he?,
Mr. Came?o'.i flung aside the crum-i
pled paper £ud walked once or twice
the length,oi the rooms.
'Til see. tisat the fault is corrected,"
he said to himself with a grim smile.
And he went off jto his business with
out the usual good-bye
Mrs. Cameron sat down, crimson to
the very rac.s of her hair.
'Clarence," she said, with difAcuity
controlling her voice, "is it necessary
to insult me thus, before the servants?"
"Yes madaip, it Is. If a wife'doesn't
comprehend her duty. It is high time
she should be made to do so. I will
trouble you for a cup of coffee.
Mrs., Cameron was mortifled, stunned,
dazed. She was entirely unused to this
style of .domestic reproof. .Almost by
fore the dessert—with,which her hus
band found plenty of faplt, intimating
that ft would be better |f his wife re-'
mained"at home to atteiid to household
matters a little 'more, instead of gad
ding abroad the, whole time—the door
bell sbunded.
'It's .dear mamma and Aunt Lizzie,
come to 4fefend the evening," said Rosle,
jumping up.
"Confound them!" roared/Mr. Camer
on, smiting the table with his fist can't
I have a quiet.evening once in a while?"'
"I^-I told Stem you would take ua
to the th£atre'tonlght," hesitated Roste,
the colo^ coming and going changefully
in her face.
dare say it- max seem so to you,
child, said Mrs Cameron, patronizingly.
'•But, If you ever get married"—
"Of course I shall," aald pretty An*
nle, who had: not the slightest Idea
of being an old maid.
"Well, When you are about to get
married, don't marry -a. man who is
'sugar' and spice and/all that's nice!'
It's much too Insipid!"
in which
he generally Indulged.
Mrs. Camerbn went out shopping in
the afternoon, i'nd was detained a little,
but it did not (worry her in the lfast.
"Clarence doesn't mind," she said
and so she spent an extra half hour In
deciding wether she would have'tan or
pearl gray for her new kid gloves, and
whether she looked better in a hat
trimmed with Bweet brier of simple1
Held daisies.
'Tm,a little late, Tin afraid," Bhe said,
as. she entered the dining-room, wh'ere
her husband was prancing up and
down like the proverbial ''caged lion" of
"Late, madam! 1 should say you
were!":retorted*her husband.in a tono
which fairly made Mrs. Cameron start.
"It's half-past seven if It's a second.
Btit I suppose you think my time'is of
no vulue."
"I've born this long enougtf went
on the indignant husband. "And I give,
you fair notice that. I shal1 bear it no,
longei .Jane!"'—to the glp.—"bring in
the dinner at.once, and tomorrow lgt it
be seryed-attseven, .punctually, whether
your mistresB is here or not."
"Yes, -sir." said Jane, as she dls-«-'
appeared grinning,.Into the kitchen.
"Indeed!" Mai' I ask madam, who
authorised you to make that state
ment?'' crisply queried the husband.
"Am I a mere puppet In your hands,
ah a
am I supposed to have no, will
or deslre of my bWn?" •,
"But youk Will- go, wont
ence?'" faltered poor Rosle.
"No ,madam, I will not," said -Mr.'
Cameron, rlsliig and looking for his
hat. "I prOposh to vend the -evening
quietly at tny club."
you, Clar-
He1bolted out Of the room, nearly
falllhg over ihls mother-in-law in the,
passage, and muttering to himself:
i. "By Joye! If l'd stopped another, mln
ute thoae-teara would,^have conquered'
ina, iPoor.:llttl^Rosl««:'*
It waa past twelve before he returned
NeVtr in^all. the jexperience of their,
married' llfe had he been so late before
'hJ-4P»^hf said .he savagely.'
"Now Mrs. Cameron. I mean to put an
Mid once for (Ul, to thia sort of thing,"
"I wafc so anxious about you, Clar
ence,'-pleaded-poor Roaie
^'Anmloiia!'' aneerlnglr repeated he.'
^Do ydu suppose John Markham allowa
his wlte_tp alt up for Ijttmr'
^Ijpshie!' I wouldn't have you
Uke John Markham for the world!"
exclaimed JRosle, bui«Ung into tears.
""WwUdn't yduT' aaldlie, the faintest
susptclon of a smile glimmering under SI
the* ends of his mustache: "Now
thought It would, be ehwroltog to be
little afraid ot one's hdfbaad, and:
know .J}U«ar and all tliat'a nice'
''•piftng- ib heif6
did Mra. Cameroiv-^nd ti
my oo to sult
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