Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1871-09-23


why, Mademoiselle Jaqueline,' was
my bold answer.
Mademoiselle drew In, rs If resent
ing it. The dimples went away; the
mouth grew grave.
L must tell you Monsieur, that you
are not to touch my work, she said.
Then, after q little silence, in which
one blush had chased another across
her cheek, she went on in a lower
tone. T-Monsieur-l sell it,!
| don't say the avowal did not give
me q shock. | certainly had wonder
cd at the constant, uuwearied weaV-
ing Of that beautiful embroidery, but
| had never thought of this. Ideas
whirled through my mind. l 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, l
dare say, Mademoiselle,' was my care
less remark. Il 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-small Cousin-Monsleur,
is she obliged to do SOP
'She prefers it. She says it is pleas
anter to be a honey-bee than a drone,
and has some grand financial talk
about every producer, little or large,
adding to the wealth of the country
Il add to the wealth Of my father
said Jaqueline, proudly. III | did not
we should want much. We are poor.
Your-small cousln--Monsieur, lives
at home with you, you said?
Yes, she helps to keep my house.
She is u good little sout-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. / have good friends.
She must paint well, Monsieur,
'Who? My small cousin? Finely.
Autumn leaves of hollywood. |
have a portfolio of her sketches; deli
cate, fanciful things, full of real ge-
MUS. l should have pleasure in show
ing them to YOU
Thanks, Monsieur, l do not care for
such things
Now what has put her out? Was il
the small cousin?' l suppose | 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.
i beg your pardon, Monsieur
would not seem ungracious. II you
will bring the sketches, my father and
| will be pleased to see them
NO. aaid, laughing, Il shall moi
trouble you with them, But instead
Mademoisclle Jaquelinc, what do yoU
say to the opera, tonight? | came tt
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 | persuade
you and mademoiselle to accept seats
ut the opera, tonight, with me"
The general, who had once been IL
the habit of comforting, not receiving
benefits, drew himselfup few inches
then hesitated, and glanced at hi
daughters shining face,
"She is but child, with wave o
his hand. Monsieur, with the great
est pleasure
| What u 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 shaw
was flung on her head. A piece o
her own work it was, but, nevertheless
lace that all the rustling DANES VIII
swept to their places might have en-
We'd, Us it lay on her shoulders ant
on the darkness Of her hair, like hOa
| frost,
| 1t was an old opera, doubtless famil
lar to both father and daughter, in tn
bygone days Of their own land; for a
its melodies renewed themselves noN
and again, u look of fond intelligenc
passed between them. Her face rip
pied with smiles; her little fan kcl
the measure; she was radiant wit
satisfaction; and saw the old genera
himself winking and blinking hare
that no one might fancy he had tea
in his eye.
'Ohv she cried, as we separated tha
night, 'how happy you have mad
me! 1t was like reading q sweet oil
story over again. 1t was rcturnin
from eXile-it was being back /
| France
: We grew TO be familiar friend
I When went to Vanley place, Jaqu'
l line would remain at work in IL
1 room, now taking a trilling part in IL
conversation, now keeping her peat
e altogether. | carried her, one day,
basket of Frontignac grapes, full
1 the sunshine Of France, as 1 told he
g on another day punches Of violet
!, sometimes a handful of fresh, ia
$ roses. She was u freakish little thin
Il with all her pretty moods; to-day FL
: of thanks, tomorrow scarcely V0ucl
d safng a syllable. l began to fant
= that she had some unpleasant susE
d cion concerning me. | left her at la
e TO herself, to try the effect of diife
e ent treatment. One could be int
II ested, too, in the courteous old eXi
it himself, 50 full at once OF pride al
humility. ventured, after some CO
d siderati0n, to propose myself to hi
It as pupil, that l might obtain th
e. facility Of conversation in Fren
- which neither books nor comm
% teachers can give. He accepted n
le proposal smilingly, having taxi
N great pains, he said, to perfect hims
s. and his daughter in English, with
le view to this same purpose, but neN
having been able to bring his coura
u to the point of begging for pupils.
lg was the less astonished ut his alacri
le when he absolutely receive a pen
te for his lessons, declaring that alrea
s. knew all he could impart to me; a
r. this he held to; was l not their &c
I'd friend, he said.
"a Now, when ! abandoned MAIDEN
selle Jaqueline to her own deviC
al paving court alone to her father !
~ little lady became unbrOken Ice.
to cannot say that / dislike the syn
he tom. 1t melted ever SO slight
though, one morning, when / had Ii
We dentally mentioned to the general Il
to | should that evening be at the ho
as of Madame Roselius, who gave a gra
n ball in honor Of her sons marriage.
rs I'VE have the cards also,' said
es- general, with the least perceptible
.ys in the world.
!; if And will go, Of COURSE | said.
ity No, | think the word is otherwi
l6r said he, smiling in Jaqueline's dill
lid ton, you have been acqualnI
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