Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1860-07-11
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WOMAN, AS DRAWN BY MONSIEUR MT.
CHELET
A Story by HyppoIItc Lucns.
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH

Moucbe, young girl of eighteen The mar.
rage seemed suitable in regard to fortune
character, and all other requisites. Bonifaco
possessing two hundred thousand francs ow.
ing nothing, and joining to this capital the
hundred thousand francs that his wife had re.
celVed III dowry, increased his funds by his
operations at the Bourse, and raised his income
ltiout the risk OF ruin. This pleased him
nc liked the excitement caused by the rise and
fall of stocks and the chat upon the Boule-
ward, and IN the evening, while his wife, in
company with her mother and two or three
Old relations, passed the time quietly occupied
win embroidery, he went to smoke his cigar
and read the newspapers at the neighboring
cafe, and sometimes, we must admit, to play
game OF dominoes, his wife finding no fault
with it, and his mendge could, not reasonably
be classed with those unfortunate ones of
which NJ Jourdan has so pitilesSly and elo-
quently exposed the mysteries. No cloud had
ever crossed the brow of this married pair.
The honeymoon yet shone in all its lustre
One day Michette said to her husband, "They
talk much of book of M. Michelet, called
Love l would like very much to read it,
my dear"
Nothing more easy" responded Boniface
Il will get it for you to-day. Michelet is a
great hlstorian-a man of science and magi-
nation"
He male great eulogium upon M Niche
let Bontace, in short, bought his wife the
bOok-"LAmour"
Some days passed. during which Michette
devoured the fascinating pages.
The night following the reading of the book
Mchette did not sleep. She turned and re-
turned her pretty head upon the pillow, and
Boniface awakened many times from his pro-
found sleep, and usually accustomed TO see
her tasting the sweets of refreshing repose
could not help toward morning inquiring what
agitated her, and suggesting that her mother
might perhaps have put queer tea in the tea
pot,
NO." replied Michette, 81 only took my
tea according to our custom but do you not
know that woman is being always ill 2"
"Md totP said Boniface, 81 had not yet
perceived it, as far as you are concerned, at
least; you eat well, even better than l you
digest like duck. Nothing fatigues you
neither theatres, nor balls, nor the horse.
have never yet heard you complain"
1--WE suffer, and do not complain, respond.
ell Michette. "FOr example, | have never
said that the odor Of cigars was insupporta-
BILE, and that it irritated my nervous sys-
tenn"
"How !" said Boniface, sitting up in bed
your father smokes, your brothers smoke
you have been brought up in the midst of to-
bacco smoke"
THAT is very different" said Michetto, "and
l had not felt the discomfort of it in my bed
room but you came i'll last evening smoking,
and you even threw the end of your cigar into
the fire."
THAT is true" said Boniface "and since it
annoys you, will smoke no more, except out
of doors"
Bonitace tried to go to sleep again, but he
could not accomplish it. He was troubled at
the agitation of his wife, and the nervous sus-
ceptibility which she had never before mani
tested. Michette did not close her eyes either
she had obtained one little concession from her
husband, but the chapter of concessions that
she had yet to obtain was of the longest An
entire plan was formed in the mind of Mi
Ghetto.
After the breakfast, which was little sad,
for Michette was more and more dreamy the
young wife timdy spoke again;
"My dear" said she, "you have promised
not to smoke any more"
"In the house." hastily added Boniface,
understand.
an the house, be it," said Michette; II
would not deprive you abruptly Of pleasure,
if pleasure it be"
Eyes, certainly, it is pleasure"
as it worth smile from your wife 2"
"No, certainly not, but yet"
Let us talk no more OF it at present.
have something more serious to discuss"
You frighten me, said Boniface, "what
can it be then z"
at u.s. my dear, that Paris is not made for
conjugal tenderness, and that l am unhappy"
you unhappy? And why, good heavens
What is wanting to you?"
Mature"
Mature 2"
Il want the air of the fields, the concert of
81, L.,Ia AL 80.
you, to love you as you deserve to be loved,
with all the poetry that is in my soul"
But find myself sufficiently loved"
"Ohl do not say that you wrong us both.
The designations OF the world do not admit of
love. We have at Romainville charming
little cottage with large garden, where
could live so happily with you. 1t would be
paradise"
Are you mad :? And my affairs 2"
Your affairs do not require your constant
presence at Paris, You will come here occa-
sionally."
''But it is impossible must give up every
thing"
"Well, if that were SO, have we not enough
to live generously, especially in the country,
with simple peasant woman of the neighbor-
hood for the heavy work of the house 2"
"And your mother, and your father, and
your brothers and your relations 2"
"Ought not a woman to leave all to follow
her husband? The Evangelist himself has
said it, and l am only happy with you-with
you alone"
care you jealous Can any one have put
foolish ideas in your head 2"
"No, my dear, l know that you love me
but it is to preserve your love eternally, and
to give all mine in exchange, that | beg you to
accede to my request; my happiness, my
health all depend upon il.
And Michette shed torrent of tears. Bon.
iface could not see Michette weep without
softening. He was so good natured AT last,
to console her little, he said to her:
"That needs reflection, We will see"
Mchette by this, one will see, understood
that the cause was gained. Boniface, howev-
Ssr, ran to assemble all the family of Oiseau
Mouche to inform them Of his wife's resolu.
ton. Mr. and Madame Oiseau Mouche, and
the brothers of Michette, conld not compre.
bend this fancy of hers. Her mother purpos-
ed to herself to reproach her daughter for thus
abandoning them without any good reason.
And she did reproach her but Michette wept
while 0bstinately adhering to her project.
The father, Oiseau Mouche, quite beside HIM
sell, swore that he would never see his daugh.
ter again. She resisted alike the menaces and
prayers OF her parents.
Bonilace, weary of the strife, and persuaded
tbat lhere were some concealed motives Of
jealousy, and that a fortnight passed in the
country at the beginning of winter would
change the face of things, consented at last to
transport himself to his little lonely cottage at
Romainville, that Michette called ia Maison
du Berger"
She was 50 joyous and satisfied. full of little
attentions, and in word, so afiectionate. tho.
Bon,aee, Tor the INST few days, felt no regrets.
They got peasant woman who undars,oad
little cooking who was ordered 10 re,no;u
below stairs and mover to ascend to the 6rst
floor, except to sweep the rooms. Still Micb.