The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1871-09-22

why, MademOiselle Jaqueline,' was
my bold answer.
Mademoiselle drew in, as if resent
/ ing it. The dimples went away; the
mouth grew grave.
4 must tell you Monsieur, that you
are not to touch my work. she said.
Then, after little silence, in which
one blush had chased another across
her cheek, she went on in a lower
| tone. I-Monsieur-I sell itp
l don't say the avowal did not give
me shock. ] certainly had wonder
ed at the constant, uuWearied Weav-
ing of that beautiful embroidery, but
I had never thought of this. Ideas
whirled through my mind. 1 was
| rich-bah 1t would never have done.
All to do now was, not to let her see
my surprise.
'And receive fabulous sums for it, I
dare say, MademOiselle,' was my care
| less remark. i have o small cousin
at home who sells her Water-cOlOr
drawings
1t was to put her at her ease. But
she believed me. French ideas are so
different from ours.
And your-smalI cousin Monsieur,
is she obliged to do SOP
She prefers it, She says it is pleas
anter to be q hOney-bee than drOne,
and has some grand financial talk
about every producer, little or large,
adding to the wealth of the country
i add to the wealth of my father,
said Jaqueline, proudly. IF l did not
we should want much. We are poor.
Your-sma1 cOusin--MOnsieur, lives
at home with you, you said q
Yes, she helps to keep my house.
She is good little sOul-one of the
salt of the earth. Shall bring her to
see you? You seem to have so few
friends
'Few?' she repeated, presently. But
have sufficient. I have good friends.
She must paint well, Monsieur
who? My small cousin? Finely.
Autumn leaves of hollywood. l
have a portfolio of her sketches; deli
cate, fanciful things, full of real ge-
MUS. should have pleasure in show
ing the M to you.'
Thanks, Monsieur, do not care for
such things.'
Now what has put her out? Was it
the small cousin?' I suppose 1 ought
to have said that the mother, an in
valid, was with me too; and that both
were soon going, through the small
Cousins marriage, to another home.
Il beg your pardon, Monsieur;
would not seem ungracious. If you
will bring the sketches, my father and
viii be pleased to see Them
No. said, laughing, Il shall not
trouble you with them. But instead,
Mademoiselle Jaqueline, what do you
say to the opera, tonight? / came to
offer you places
She held her breath. A strange
look of delight passed over her face.
And in the same moment her father
entered. General, can I persuade
you and mademOiselle to accept seats
at the opera, tonight, with me?"
The general, who had once been in
the habit of comforting, not receiving,
benefits, drew himseifup a few inches,
then hesitated, and glanced at his
daughters shining face.
"She is but Child with a wave OF
his hand. Monsieur, with the great
est pleasure
What picture she was, to be sure,
as she stepped, in the flare of the gas
light, from the door to the carriage,
| that night! The corner of her shawl
was flung on her head: A piece OF
her own work it was, but, nevertheless
lace that all the rustling dam who
swept to tLeir places might have en-
| We'd, as it lay on her shoulders and
| on the darkness of her hair, like hOar
! frost.
1t was an old opera, doubtless famil-
lar to both father and daughter, in the
| bygOne days of their own land; for as
| its melodies renewed themselves now
and again, a look of fond intelligence
| passed between them. Her face rip
| pied with smiles; her little fan kept
the measure; she was radiant with
satisfaction; and saw the old general
himself winking and blinking hard
that no one might fancy he had teal
| in his eye.
'Oh!' che cIied, as we separated thai
night, how happy you have made
mel It was like reading a sweet ole
story over again. 1t was returning
from exile-it was being back in
France
/ We grew to be familiar friends
| When 1 went to Vanley place, Jaque-
line would remain at work in the
room, now taking trifiing part in the
conversation, now keeping her peace
/ altogether. 1 carried her, one day, 6
basket of FrOntignac grapes, full o.
| the sunshine of France, as l told her
on another day punches of viOlets
sometimes q handful Of fresh, fail
roses. She was q freakish little thing
with all her pretty moods; to-day ful
of thanks, tomorrow scarcely voueh-
safing q syllable. began to fancy
that she had some unpleasant suspi
clon concerning me. I left her at las
10 herself, to try the effect of differ
ent treatment. One could be inter
ested, too, in the courteous old exile
, himself, so full at once of pride anC
humility. 1 ventured, after some con
IesfsT 70, 70 ~
as pupil, that L might obtain tina
facility OF conversation in French
, which neither books nor common
teachers can give. He accepted M
} proposal smilingly, having takeI
/ great pains, he said, to perfect hlmsel
and his daughter in English, with
} view to this same purpose, but neYe
having been able to bring his courag
: to the point of begging for pupils.
! was the less astOnished at his RIacrity
, when he absolutely receive a penn,
, for his lessons, declaring that alread,
: knew all he could impart to me; an
: this he held to; was 1 not their GOO
friend, he said.
Now, when abandoned MademOi
selle JRqueline to her own devices
| paying court alone to her father, m.
> little lady became unbroken ice.
} cannot say that / dislike the symU
2 tom. It melted ever so sIightIy
Though, one morning, when I had inc
g dentally mentioned to the general tha
D I should that evening be at the hous
s of Madame ROselius, who gave a gran
= bail in honor of her sons marriage.
: I'VE have the cards alsO,i said tn
: general, with the least perceptible al
S in the world.
f And viii 60, Of course / said.
y No, 1 think the word is otherwise
r said he, smiling in JaqueIine's diTeC
i ton. You have been acquainted
n monsieur, with much of our ATTAIN
e My little witch -AIademoisell
ROchejaqueiein, I would say-Tefust
z TO meet those grand ladies who Wes