The Portland daily press., 1865-08-21

sAAsn AaSned upon him, and he bent over her
ana took her hand, and said in Freneh--"But
thou hast friend yet left belovedn -@ 5ae
That day he looked upon the dead face of
the flower girls mother, and did what a son
might have done. The foreign lady lies IN
quiet grave with little cross above her head.
| and there were two mourners, her daughter
and PAU Dupont. It was beside that grave
he said to her tender words of comfort-there
also, he whispered a5lsss rrssats siga
"Ihou can'st sell flowers no longer. Thou
dost not hate me. Let my heart shelter thee
| be my wife, lss1is.s.f sifl,f
g And in this brief time she had learned to
/ understand his native tongue LONELY and
loving him as he did her, there was but one
answer to be given. .a9l That night an old Driest
married them, and Paul took his wife home to
his atelier Asweet, sweet task it seemed to
dry heT tears, 70 comfort her; very sweet to
teach her his native tongue. His English and
her French were on par; but lovers can un-
derstand each other WI out langua& OF any
KIND. The prettiest paid ever saw sFere deaf
and dumb, and held converse with tl}esr eyes,
For few days their atelier was a Paradise,
| and then 81 h8
1t was then in the dead hour of the night
They started wide awake together with
noise and glare about them. y The building
was on ire. People were screaming, wood
cracking, flames licking up door-posts and
window-trames with its red tongues. Fifteen
minutes more would have been the end of
them. As it was, Pani had barely time to
wrap his darling in a coverlid and fly down
I the blazing stairs for life. She was not hurt
but he WINS singed about the face and hands,
| and badly burnt his arm. He hardly knew it
until the next day, when the debris Of the fur
niture was rescued from the ruins, and they
found another lodging
Then the pain became more severe. That
he didn't mind as long as she nursed him; but
as the days passed on, and he grew rather
worse than better the fear that he might not
be able to, paint before their little purse grew
empty, grew rather strong. The surgeon shook
his head and looked grave oyer the burn and
would give no opinion. -Estelle-that was the
name Paul had given her, and She had accept
ed, because her English name, Ruth, was a
mysterious impossibility to his French t0ngne
did all she could. She spent the sous fru-
gally with an old man who sold cheap articles
OF food on one side of his shop, while on the
other were stored old books, waste paper and
rags. Paul knew him well. Many Of those
old books had been found amidst his refuse,
and bought for few sous. He sympathized
with and prescribed for the artist Ali in
vain. The arm grew worse; and slowly, day
by day, the little money vanished, until they
were penniless. s,e ,,'sa3. ,5,.i ~ .l..s.l'
Thatfir day Of absolute want Paul kissed
his wife with many words of love- and went
out to see the surgeon. He came back with a
white face and sat down, saying nothing. Es-
telle tembled. She crept up to him and kiss
ed his forehead. Then he burst into tears,
and sobbed in her BOSOM The surgeon hal
told him that his arm must come off or he must
die. A terrible fate for an artist and yoang
man of twenty-three Hna .ssasadE e sl'ia
: Il must die," he said there is no CHOICE
Il will work for you" she sobbed "only live
for men sHfse8 ;1n lil4 issis.S Il.I. f..''I-sedf
Lao. l
one Of mine, ," said Paul. We cannot live, but
we can die together" ss1s5sa .lsllsss '.rS5
She spoke in her native language, and he
his, in their excitement. Then they were 81
lent She knew what he meant. Forgive him.
reader; he was French, and a sFrenchman's
first idea IN trouble is charcoal That was it
charcoal and an air tight room. She had no
wish to die but her husband was her world,
and she could not exist without him.. After a
while, sitting together sofrowftll and hungry
m that gloomy room, she was quite Of his way
OF thinking. She only said: s"Wait until to-
night" and he answered, sAs you will, chere
dneie.o elI3gil iss.lA isiffiiia3tifa EI1 Gfl
So they waited, and at dusk began their
preparations. They made their windows and
their chimney air-tight, and set furnace in
the middle OF the room. Then Paul said, II
viii bring the charcoal. Ny friend, the shop
keeper, viii wait some time for his money; but
no matter, he viii not begrudge it.n -
Is He tooka basket, and went out through the
darkness to the little shop. g To the inquiries
of its owner, he replied that t'he was better
would soon be Wel.Y As he said this his eye
rested on the charcoal and he smiled. The
grocer was unconscious. He bent over the
black fuel measuring it. Your basket has
hole in it" he said, ssThe coal will escape, and
soil Madame's neat floor. Wait, / viii repair
it.n Searching among the rubbish he found
piece OF crnmpled parchment and laid it IN the