Original Short Stories — Volume 03 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 160 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 03.

Original Short Stories — Volume 03 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 160 pages of information about Original Short Stories — Volume 03.

As no one had much faith in his constancy, the test was prolonged through the winter, and Berthe’s hand was not granted him until the spring.  The wedding took place in Paris at the beginning of May.

The young couple had decided not to take the conventional wedding trip, but after a little dance for the younger cousins, which would not be prolonged after eleven o’clock, in order that this day of lengthy ceremonies might not be too tiresome, the young pair were to spend the first night in the parental home and then, on the following morning, to leave for the beach so dear to their hearts, where they had first known and loved each other.

Night had come, and the dance was going on in the large parlor.  ’The two had retired into a little Japanese boudoir hung with bright silks and dimly lighted by the soft rays of a large colored lantern hanging from the ceiling like a gigantic egg.  Through the open window the fresh air from outside passed over their faces like a caress, for the night was warm and calm, full of the odor of spring.

They were silent, holding each other’s hands and from time to time squeezing them with all their might.  She sat there with a dreamy look, feeling a little lost at this great change in her life, but smiling, moved, ready to cry, often also almost ready to faint from joy, believing the whole world to be changed by what had just happened to her, uneasy, she knew not why, and feeling her whole body and soul filled with an indefinable and delicious lassitude.

He was looking at her persistently with a fixed smile.  He wished to speak, but found nothing to say, and so sat there, expressing all his ardor by pressures of the hand.  From time to time he would murmur:  “Berthe!” And each time she would raise her eyes to him with a look of tenderness; they would look at each other for a second and then her look, pierced and fascinated by his, would fall.

They found no thoughts to exchange.  They had been left alone, but occasionally some of the dancers would cast a rapid glance at them, as though they were the discreet and trusty witnesses of a mystery.

A door opened and a servant entered, holding on a tray a letter which a messenger had just brought.  Jacques, trembling, took this paper, overwhelmed by a vague and sudden fear, the mysterious terror of swift misfortune.

He looked for a longtime at the envelope, the writing on which he did not know, not daring to open it, not wishing to read it, with a wild desire to put it in his pocket and say to himself:  “I’ll leave that till to-morrow, when I’m far away!” But on one corner two big words, underlined, “Very urgent,” filled him with terror.  Saying, “Please excuse me, my dear,” he tore open the envelope.  He read the paper, grew frightfully pale, looked over it again, and, slowly, he seemed to spell it out word for word.

When he raised his head his whole expression showed how upset he was.  He stammered:  “My dear, it’s—­it’s from my best friend, who has had a very great misfortune.  He has need of me immediately—­for a matter of life or death.  Will you excuse me if I leave you for half an hour?  I’ll be right back.”

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