The River Falls journal. (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1857-1861, 1857-11-04

Translated for the Albion.
THE LADIES' PET.

at his cousin Dutournefs.-"My friend, |
want you to do me great favor"
"Willingly; my, advice, myself, and
my purse, are at your disposition"
IL only want a few strokes of your
pen; do me favor of writing letter to
your sister, which she will immediately
show to her friend, Clemence Simonnet."
81 understand; you want me to say
all the good | possibly can of YOU"
No; but all the bad you can imagine
"What nonsenser'
"Only fancy! Ny marriage with Gle
mence, which has been arranged between
both families, since we were children, is
become a regular hobby of my fathers
This morning | received . letter, the sixth
. this month, pressing me to return to An
gouleme, and fulfill this engagement
all the more sacred, says he, that he has
made a promise in my name"
"And why not comply with his wishes
| don't see that you are so much to be
pitied Mile. Clcmence Simonnct'--
as a treasure, grant it; she is only
eighteen, pretty, clever, an angelic temper
and most seductive fortune. But-to
leave Paris, give up my bachelor life, be-
come mummy-oh! Dufournel, you
forget that l am not yet twenty six"
'Just the age when you ought to begin
to think of being happy"
"Happiness? but | have it; it is in the
life | lead. Oh my sweet, charming
bachelor days! No, it is not time to
sacrifice your various pleasures to q mo-
notonous existence Of tireside felicity"
81 know that W., your friends, call you
7 eyrmt cheri DIES Danes; but at the same
time | remember well enough some of
your confessions, to know that it is not al
ways sunshine. You have sometimes
been caught in foul weather"
"And pray, what would be q picture
without Shadows"
"But reccollect, for moment your
last three mishaps. One evening" at a
prude's, in the Marais. you spent fifteen
mortal hours in a sideboard, with moth
ing to satisfy the agonies of hunger but
the exquisite perfume of pate dc toie
gras, on the shelf above you. Did not
those fifteen hours Of torture, equal to
that of Tantalus, quite outweigh tho few
moments of pleasure that preceded them {?
81 have forgotten the torture; | still re-
member the moments of bliss"
'Have you also forgotten, whom you
were near being caught with an er-dan-
seuse, of the Porto St. Martin, and find
ing no other hiding place but dark cab
met, you went head over heels into bath
full of water that had been standing from
the day before"
"Charming woman! for her 1 would
have plunged into the ocean,"
"And at winter night spent on mar.
row balcony of the Rus des Martyrs,
with the thermometer at five degrees be-
low Zero-is that also-ono of your brill
liant bachelor days 2"
"My friend, your discourse is full Of
logic and cloqucnce; but it cannot change
my resolution. Write, then, to your Sis
ter, as | asked you. Dissipation, extrav-
agance, inconsistency - in short, endow
me with all the faults and sins that would
make me an impossible husband. Draw
my portrait so as to frighten the most i'll
trepid spinster 1t must be Clemenco her.
self, who will ask my father to leave me
in peace at Paris"
"ParJleu! ] need not draw much on
my imagination. have only to tell her
the truth"
ssThat's all ask of you"
Anatole pressed his cousin by the hand,
and went off humming the woll-known
rondo from the opera Of the VSsatandlnes.
Anatole was not exactly coxcomb or
fool; but chance had thrown him into
the midst of that eccentric world, and he
had caught its manners, habits, and tone.
He blackened his teeth by smoking cigars,
he injured his digestion by drinking
champagne; he rode; he gambIed; in
short he was one of the cohort of dandies
who haunt the Rome0ard DIES Italiens.
Sometime previous to his visit to Du-
fournel, Anatole, returning one evening
from the Circus of the Champs Elysees
preceived pink bonnet rapidly proceed
ING towards the Rond Point. A moment
was sufficient for our hero's practiced
glance, to discover by the gas-light two
black eyes singularly expressive, very
charming figure, and diminutivo foot,
it itself enough to inhame stole philqso-
pher, if, without being absurd, we could
/ imafiine such worthless amongst the pro-
auctions of our enlightened age Ana
toIe followed the pink bonnet for some
minutes, and then proceeded boldly to the
attack.
"Take care, Madame, there is trench
which you don't preceive: you will fall IN
to it."
''Thank you Monsieur"
'Madame is going to NeuillyP'
! ''No Monsieur" she answered, as she
turned down the Alice dies Vendees.
'sYou are alone, Madame, and it is very
late. Allow me to escort you"
Anatole's proposition received for all
answer curt bow, and the lady hurried
on without saying word. But our adj
venturer WI s hot the man to be so easily
discouraged. He confined to walk along
side the pink bonnet. Some passers-by
remarked this, and began to laugh. The
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