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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (March 14, 1903)
THE COURIER me, and whom you will treat very defer entially and encouragingly, for she is extremely timid. Now go and bring me a little wine, of the sort I like best" At last the bell rang. She must in deed be very timid, he thought, when he heard the faint sound, and then his fancy dreamed of tapering, little fingers, and of a delicate, white baby-hand, hid den beneath pearl-gray, well-fitting gloves. Casting a quick glance at the ticking pendule, he noticed that the hands indicated ten minutes after four. With a slightly trembling and well perfumed hand, he gave his light mus tache an artistic, enterprising curve, and created an aesthetic sort of disorder among the cushions of his divan. "The lady Is here," announced Ed mond. "Good; conduct iier hither." A feminine silhouette, exquisite, insin uating, supple, ravishing, attracted his eyes. "Oh, master," she stammered, faintly, behind a sombre veil, which failed to hide a beautifully rounded chin, suggesting the crescent moon appearing from under a dark cloud. He made two steps in advance towards her; seized her fragile-looking fingers, and imprinted thereon the longest and most fervent kiss that he had In his re pertoire. "Do you forgive me for Intruding and for depriving you of part of your so valuable time?" she asked. Her voice betrayed more confidence and firmness. "Why, of course, dear madame; I am really and inexpressibly delighted at your visiting me In my humble apart ments." "For ever so long a time, venerable master, have I desired to meet you. I am so fond of your writings. Many passages they contain I have committed to memory. You possess such a delicate, tender fancy, and then your style is so gracefully masculine, and your Ideas are so much In sympathy with mine. How charmingly you describe the passionate love which throbs in the heart and veins of Loys. The current story, I be lieve, Is your chef-d'oeuvre. It made such a deep Impression upon me that I could not resist any longer the desire to write and to see you. If you only knew how wildly my heart beats!" "Really," he asked, and then he made a movement with his hands as if he were anxious to make an Investigation into the alarming condition of his fair Interlocutor's little heart. ' "Vertigo seized me In your ante-cham-5jS ber. You know, it is so ictimldatlong to call upon a man of genius. I really be lieve ray eyes are troubling me, that the walls are turning round me." "1 think you had better remove your veil," he suggested tenatlvely. "Do you think so? Well, then . . . I think I had better take off my hat, too, for It is bo heavy!" "A capital idea, and I would suggest that you likewise take off your cloak. Now, don't you feel relieved? Be seated upon the divan. This cushion shall caress your beautiful shoulder, and this one I shall place beneath your divine feet. Now, what do you think of this? Does your heart still beat so fast?" "It is a little quieter. Thank you ever so much, dear master!" "Oh, happy heart; If I only could say the same thing of mine; the beating of mine almost deprives me of the power of breathing!" "I am so sorry, monsieur." "No, call me Loys, since my hero ap pears to have captivated you so com pletely. I cannot tell you how glad I am to see you before me, to have made your acquaintance! Do you know that 1 adore you?" "Impossible!" "Believe me, when I say that 1 adore you, that I love you, love you as only he can love who has never known the divine passion before." She sighed, and with eyelashes lower ed, softly whispered: "And I love you!" "Ah," he wildly exclaimed. He stretched forth his arms to seize her in a passionate embrace, but, to his im mense surprise, she drew away from him, and, resolutely, took up her hat and arranged her veil. "Why, explain; have I done wrong; have I hurt your feelings?" he finally managed to ask in a stammering fashion. "Don't touch me; I am done with you; you don't love me at all; you are an imposter!" "But, dear madame, let me assure you that I am sincere, that you are all the world to me; that my love for you Is overwhelming. Is ... " "Fiddlesticks! I know better; you only feign, you try to fool me!" "Dear madame, let me explain, let me tell you that ..." "No use," she snapped out, excitedly, and then, pointing with her finger towards the almost Inaudlbly ticking pendule, and slightly shrugging her beautiful shoulders, she added: You have not even broken the spring TO WED YOUNG MILLIONAIRE bbbbbbVv"? " &Pv?' iHEK.1 1- vH bbbbk 'iirfjHBlllBiW .bbbbbH bbbbb JfliLLLKvrLBLkV sbbbbbbH BBrTBBBBBBBBBBBflBBBBBBBBHBBk. .BBhBBBBBBBBBBH bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbL. 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The above portraits of Pope Leo at various ages offer an Interesting contrast.
