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65 THE FIRST TEARS. collect to have loved at eighteen. You will forgetasT have — forgotten, and you will not feel any ill-effects from ite” Jacques shook his head sadly. ‘Yes! yes! everybody talks that way, farmer of revenue. ‘‘Eh? My God! at your age I already _ believed myself in the river because I had lost the object of my first flame. But, bah! I have lost many others since. Let us talk sense, my boy; you will understand me, for 79 you do not lack for intelligence. Several gentlemen of the neighborhood have asked me for Suzanne’s hand. Can I conscientiously prefer you who have nothing, neither pro- fession, nor fortune, and repulse those who have both?’’ Jacques lowered his head, and a tear fell to the ground. ‘*Parbleau, if you were rich and noble,’’ resumed Mon- sieur de Malzonvilliers, ‘‘I should wish for no other son- in-law than yourself. ’’ ‘“*If I were rich and noble?’’ exclaimed Janqube. "YY es, certainly.”’ continued the “Well, monsieur, I shall endeavor to win fortune and nobility.’ “Listen: then, my friend, these things do not come quickly. I do not promise you to wait.’”’ Jacques hesitated a moment; then raising his eyes to heaven, he said: “God sparing me, monsieur, I shall make as much haute as I can.’ ‘‘Poor fellow!’’ murmured Monsieur de Malvonsitiiers: as Jacques moved away; ‘‘it is truly unfortunate that he is nota marquis, or at least a millionaire, ’ Jacques directed his course with a slow but firm step toward a part of the park of Malzonvilliers where Suzanne ~ was accustomed to walk at this hour, a book or some needlework in her hand. He accosted her resolutely and related to her the conversation which he had just had with her father; his voice trembled, but his glance was steady. Suzanne had felt herself blush at Jacques’ first word, but soon overcoming her emotions, she had fixed — upon ‘her lover that clear and serene look which beamed | like a star in the depths of her blue eyes. ‘““Your father has left me no hope, mademoiselle,”’ said — . Jacques, after he had finished his narrative; ‘‘neverthe- less Iam determined to undertake everything to merit 979 you Do you permit me: ‘‘Do you love me, Jacques?”’ said the young girl, in that — sweet and vibrating voice which sounded like crystal. ~ ‘Do I love you? Iwould give my life for my sister — comicbooks.con