Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1867-11-23

woman might be the cause of great
eqyali to this lady. What a contrast
with the society of such gentlemen as
MI. de Norboune, M. de Talleyrand,
and the high-minded aud polished no.
bility of France. Whenever thinking
of this transaction particularly when
absent from his wife and tilling the
garden of the cottage which they were
going to inhabit,) he felt such pangs
and heartfelt throbbings as to make
him apprehensive, on his return TO Mrs.
Muller's, to meet the looks OF his be-
loved wife, whom he expected to see
bathed in tears. nj awhile, the good
hostess would give him hearty shake
of the hand and repeat to him. ''Hap-
Nv husband Happy husband y
At last came the day when the fugi-
tive family left the boarding house of
Mrs. Muller 10 go and iDhabit their
little cottage, when they were to be at
last exempt from want, with an only
servant, a negro-a kind of Jack-of-all-
trades, viz gardener, fOotman and
cook-the last function NJ. de la Tour
| du. Pin dreaded most of all to see him
undertake.
IL was almost dinner time. The poor
emigrant went into his little garden to
gather some fruit, and tarried as long
as possible. On his return home ms
| wife was absent. Looking for her he
entered the kitchen, and saw young
country-woman, who, with her back TO
| the door, was kneading dough; her
arms of snowy whiteness we're bare to
the elbows.
Mons. de la Tour -dn-Pin started; the
young woman turned round. Ii was
| his beloved wife, who had exchanged
her muslin and silk for a country dress
not as for a fancy ball, but to play
the part OF a real farmers wife. AT the
sight of her husband her cheeks crim-
soned, and she joined her hands In a
supplIcating manner-"Ohl my love,
said she, don't laugh at pe. am as
| expert as Mrs. Muller.
Too full of profound emotion to
speak, he clasped her to his bosom anu
kissed her iervently. From his inqni-
ries, he learned that when he thought
her given up to despair, she had en-
ployed her time more usefully for their
future happiness. She had taken les
sons from Mrs. Muller and her servants,
aud, after six months, had become
skiliful Ia the culinary art, a thorough
housekeeper-d discovering her angelic
nature and admirable foFtitude.
dearest" continued She, eff You
knew how easy it Is. We, IN a moment,
understand what would cost country
woman sometimes one or two years
Now we shall be happy-yon will 10
longer be afraid of enntG for me, nor
doubts about my abilities, OF which
Will give you many proofs" said she,
looking with Dewltching smile at ham.
"Oome, come, yOu promised rs salad,
aud am going to bake for tomorrow;
the oven is hot. To-day the bread of
the town will debut obi henceforwaTd
leave it to me-"
From that moment, Madame lie In
Tour-dn.P Pin kept her word. She iiI-
sisted on going herself TO Boston to sell
her vegetables and cream cheeses. IL
was on such an errand that NJ. de
TalIeyrand met her. The day after he
went to pay her visit, and found her
in the poultry yard, surrounded by a
host of fowls, hungry chicks and
pigeons.
She was all that she had promised TO
be. Besides, her health had been SO
much benefited that she seemed less
fatigued by the hOusework than if she
had attended the balls in the winter.
Her beauty, which had been remarka-
BILE in the gorgeous palace OF Versailles,
was dazzling in her cottage III the New
World. NJ. de Talleyrand said SO to
her.
sIndeed - replied she with naivete,
indeed, do you think so ? / am de-
lighted TO hear it. a woman is always
and everywhere proud of her personal
attractions.
At that moment the black servant
bolted into the drawing room, holding
in his hand his jacket with long rent
in the back; ''Missis him jacket torn;
please mend him.
She Immediately took n needle, re-
paired Cullah's jacket, and continued
the conversation with a charming sim
plioify
This little adventure left a deep i'm
preston on the mind of M. de Talley.
rand, who used to relate it with that
tone of voice peculiar to his carnations.