Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1870-12-13

Eyes, Ernest Sylvestre.
Ernest Sylyestre, commission mer-
chant. 1t appears that he has a short
memory, for he has noted down oil that
he intends TO do for the next week.
Here was luck. tl nl
II do not yet understand you"
"Here was an opportunity of getting
rid Of myself Of becoming somebody
else. ! resolved, as far at least as the
memoranda went, TO become Mr. Ernest
Sylvestre, and see whether his life was
more amusing than my own"
"Well, sir, and what have | to do with
either Mr.. Sylvestre or yourself7.
81 would Just tell you an extract from
the journal, listen: Go TO the Bourse
and buy ten shares of Rio Janeiro rail-
way stock They are the first which |
have marked off; for / have accom-
plisned it. The railway stock is in my
pocket. and the money in the hands of
The broker" II
"Still that does not concern me"
"Wait, madame, am coming to
you"
"No. 2. Send bouquet to Caroline,
also FIVE hundred francs. N. B.-The
last she will ever get"
"Did Monsieur Sylvestre write that?
Yes, madame"
"And who is Caroline, woman who
receives five hundred francs from him p
"She, madame, is nobody particular.
Sometimes Caroline is called Adeline,
Marceline, anything; there is Caroline
in every mans life, at some period or
another, and they cost a good many five
hundred francs"
"And what is the next articleW
90 Not to delay any longer, but to
make Nine. Santine an offer of my hand
at half-past two tomorrow, when she is
always at home.
"What insolencel Immediately after
the other article referring to Caroline,
what answer do you expect to your pro-
position"
"That, madame, / leave to fate, of
course, having attempted Sylvestre' S life,
| have to abide by his destiny"
"Then, monsieur" said Juliette, good
morning" AS she spoke Nine. Santine
got up, rang the bell, made profound
courtesy and left the room.
Without the slightest observation, the
queer visitor bowed and prepared to go,
but as the servant was long in answering
the bell, he had time to look around
him. The first thing which struck him
was a portrait of the lady who had just
gone out.
"By Jovel" be exclaimed, "but that
is a pretty woman; | thought she was
when | was talking to her; but as Syl-
vestre's memoranda didn't say anything
about her beauty, / has. no right to OBJ
serve it. She is very pretty"
Please, sir, madame says am to
open the door for you.
"Who is your mistress2
Please, sir, won't you go2"
mo- here is something | forgot to
give you" Girard put gold Napoleon
in her hand
"My mistress, sir" said Rose, most
innocently and unconsciously dropping
the money into her apron, my mistress
is young widow, rich, much at loss
for something to take her out of the mo-
notony of life, and too pretty not to be
hattered by admiration"
"Very well reasoned, but you see | am
afraid to mix up two lives, mine and Syl-
vestres. By the way, who is Sylvestre-
lover?"
mo, sir; husband favored by the
uncle.
I'm not afraid of him. but look here,
there is nothing further down in the
memoranda book except to go to the
Theater Francais tonight to see-ye
gods, what an old fogy that Sylvestre
must bel-to see 'Phedre.' Classical
tragedy without Rachel / don't think
/ can accomplish this sacrifice.
Suppose, instead of going to the the
ater-"
At this moment the door opened, and
Juliette again appeared, but with her
bonnet on; on seeing Horace she started
back.
why, sir, are you here still? How
ever, am going out.
$50 am |.
II can't help that"
"Nor can you help being in the rail-
way carriage. Allow me to be your
escort."
"a gentleman who is perfect stran-
ger to mel"
mot at all At this moment repre-
sent your friend Ernest Sylvestre.
. you could not represent man | dis
like more. would rather go with you
in propria persona. Rose, tell my uncle
i shall be back to dinner"
Nine. Santine drew her mantilla grace
fully around her, and, followed by Hor-
ace, who actually fell in love with her
beautiful Creole walk and bearing, pro-
ceeded to the railway depot She took
no notice of Horace Girard, but when
the train started and she found him sit
ting opposite to her, she uttered little
shrek of surprise, blushed, and then
turned away with smile.
1t takes but fifteen minutes to go from
St. Cloud to Paris. But never was more
accomplished in so short time. Nine.
Santine had but just arrived from Peru.
The young and old Frenchmen estab-
lished in Peru had all taken TO the SLOW
enly habits of the Peruvian caballeros,
while a fastidious Peruvian governess
had educated Juliette in the Partisan
traditions, telling her that Paris con-
tanned such men as she saw in the fash
ion plates, and read of in the few French
novels they could get.
NJ. Santine, her late husband, had in
no way realized this ideal, and Juliette
would really have been an unhappy wo-
man had not Providence, under the form
of copperhead snake, set her free.
Now NJ. Sylvestre, the only man whom
the prudence of NJ. Delbecque, her uncle,
introduced to her, resembled the late
husband more than the ideal. She turned
from him with aversion.
This strange visitor exactly answered
to the descriptions Of Sue and Balzae;
he was, beside, exceedingly handsome,
and full Of the epigrammatic, anthithet-
ical conversation for which Parisians
are renowned
The train began TO give warning that
they were reaching their destination.
Girard was silent but he looked implor-
ingly at Nine. Santine.
Juliette looked, however, earelessly
out of the window; but just as the cars
riage gave a jerk, the steam a shrek,
the conductor a whistle, she turned to
Qirard
Are you quite sure there is not an
other item in the memoranda
Quite-nOl" exclaimed Horace, sud
denly comprehending her meaning. l