The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1855-03-15
A Partisan novelette,.
BY EUGENE GUIyoT.

ueen engaged Tor the snort and busy perlo0y
to assist there, to add by her appearance to
the great vogue ofthis establishment.
! Eight or ten days before New Years Days,
a gentleman, we will call him BARON,
though that is not perhaps his real title, en-
tered the store to purchase some New Year
gifts. The Baron was rich provincial la nd
owner, he had come TO Paris to pass por-
ton of the winter there, and wished to do |
things as became wealthy and distinguished
bachelor, as we'll as man OF taste. He adj
dressed the handsome blonde, caught at once
by her gentle face, desiring to- see the rich
est goods, and they were laid before him;
beautiful boxes, elegant bags, charming fam
cies, all those wonders OF gliding and PASTE
board, that confectioneries, in the last fort
night in December, and on the first of jan
uary. sell to us as dearly as if they were in
deed master pieces of true art, chiseled in the
precious metals.
/ The Baron turned them over, examined
discussed their merits, was disdainful, under
termined, on the same object he changed his
\ opinion a d oxen of times, rejecting or requir-
ing it to be reproduced anew.
SHOW me that little box. Bah, decidedly,
it's shape is ridiculous! What think you of
lit! You think it handsome, do you, Now,
it appears to me in bad taste; can you ex-
plain to me the subject of this painting
pointing to one on box. The young girl
explains, and the Baron replies, you think
so! think you wrong; but, nonsense,
what can you know about the matter, about
, history and mythology, shop girl; come
: show me something else.'
r A hundred new objects were placed before
his eyes, but the difficult purchaser only re-
commenced his doubts, his questions and dis
/ likes; it was sometimes yes, sometimes no,
will, and then | will not. SHOW me that
/ card case, that box, that bag as the case
might be, thus putting the poor girl to a score
of trials, and wounding too, her self-respect
1 with taunting remarks, by the way, on the
!, explanations which he required and which
she gave him. After two hours thus passed
he ended by saying: well! well! choose
!, yourself. | throw myself on your taste
This was really the best thing he could do,
v and the selection was perfect amounting to
5 fifty louis, which he forthwith paid, adding
I that as he should return again to make a fur
D ther assortment, he would leave the present
purchase until then.
In fact, on the morrow he re-entered, and
[ the same scene was gone through with the
D young lady, who showed the same grace, the
c same patience, and the same ease of lam
e guage.
'Are you employed by the year in this
store!' said the troublesome visitor, skllfully
Introducing the question.
: No SIR was the answer 'only fer the busy
d time of the New Year.
Il THAT is to say until the 18th Of the
. month";
: 'And then / return to my embroidery
5 "a poor trade, You make about two francs
i dav, think.
e1 DE it so, it is enough
J, Notwithstanding the dry reply, the Baron
n would have pursued the subject further, nd
he not been checked by the girls calm bu,
! assured reserve; so he confined himself to
~ mis- purchases, which were as rich as before.
i At last he paid. filled his carriage with the
various articles. and left himself on foot.
e On New Years day, at midnight. our
d heroine returned; on entering her room she
Y found there all those charming niceties, all
those delicious CONNECTIONS, that she had her.
D self chosen for her lordy purchaser with so
much WEAKNESS, and with the Offering there
: was, too, a little note. II ran-.No one re-
e fuses bonbons.' THAT may be, but not hun.
: dred louis WORTH it is little too much; and
e counting the envelopes, she determined at
!. once to send them back. But where! There
/. was the difficulty; she did not even know the
e name of the giver. Perhaps, she thought,
h he will return to the store. In the mean
: while | will keep all these things as they
|, are. will not touch sugar plum.
}. The first fortnight in January passed way;
|, but as the eccentric purchaser did not reap
|. pear, the poor girl, about to leave the shop
c and return TO her customary sewing, felt both
i annoyed and vexed with the TOO generous
a giver Of sweets, when who, one fine morning,
: should enter the store, with the easiest air
n imaginable, and ask for an ounce of gum
d drops, than this very individual. Blushing,
! confused and COMPOUNDED, our heroine could
e hardly comply with his request but the Ba-
v rcn came to her aid. You have,' said he,
s something to reproach me with, but read
: this letter, it will give you fitting cxplana-
ton.'
e What this explanation was, any one NAV
S divine. Attracted at first by her face, the
g Baron had finally been won by her seductive
i manner; the proofs to which he subjected
her as an unknown buyer, had brought out
all her charming qualities of mind; the in.
o quiries he had made since resulted in the
n most satisfactory manner. Finding in her
o character, talent, patience, good principles
) and beauty, he offered her marriage, his
: forty years, and an income of sixty thousand
n francs.
We have given this long anecdote with all
g It's circumstances, because it is fact; and
: let us add, that the Baroness Countess, or
h simple Mrs, if you will. is to-day one
II of the most amiable women of Paris. One
e OF the elegant notabilities of the Chaussee
: d'Antin her drawing rooms are highly fire.
If quented and brilliant. She makes no mys-
IT terry of her origin, and why should she seek to
: hide it? In the Paris world all is both known
y and unknown. There, they are indulgent to
: obscure birth and wars provided they are