The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1871-08-03
My POrter's Daughter.

"BOa jour madam; any letters for
me to-day" asked my friend Jules
of the pOrter's wife, as he and / as
| eended from the three rooms and
kitchen we occupied and were wont
to call our apartments. 1t is true
they were dU sirielHs, but R'5HpO7fj /;
they were light and airy, and from
/ the windows a beautiful vista of
hOusetops and chimney-pOts, with
the Phantom and the paviliOns Of the
Louvre, met our gaze. "Any letters"
repeated Jules, as Nine. Jaques, the
FORTRESS, replied TO the salutation.
The good dame smOOthed down her
apron, adjusted her cap, and having
assumed an air of profound woe and
eOmmiseration, produced a letter, deep
ly edged with black.
"Ah, / fear monsieur will have bad
news" said the little woman, "fOr /
sure such letters always tell of some
ones death.".
Jules took the letter, and was soon
deeply engaged in reading its ccn-
tents.
"Read it, mon ami" and tell me
shall laugh or weep, and he, having
read the letter, handed it to me.
MY dear aunt" he resumed, "peace
with her, whom I have not seen for
ten years, she died, therefore should
weep: but she has left me 10 900
francs a year. So we will dine at
the 'TriO8 FrereS,' drink to my coed
aunts rest in their famed Burgundy
for it was her favorite wine and"
"GOod morning, mama; how de-
lighted / am to see yOu,n cried sweet
voice at the door of the lodge, and in
another minute the speaker was in the
arms of Nine. .Jaques.
"My dear child, is ityOu ?n eXclaim-
ed madame; .'Hell who would have
tlf5ughtOf seeing you back Sc soon!
It is my little Marie, meSsieurs," said
the FORTRESS and her little.eyes twinkle
with pleasure, in answer to our mute
inquiries.
Marie turned, and, bestowing on US
a rOgllish glance, made a profound
bow. EEG 6E-s-tt.
f'Come, come, Jules" said ], grasp
ing his arm, for he stood rooted TO the
spot, gazing at the blushing Marie (;
'come mon ami, long TO taste the
Bur CANDY" said /, fairly pulling him
TO the door. "GOOd morning ladies"
I added, and we were on our way
down the street.
az verify believe you have fallen in
IoVegpI Continued. z"Come Old fel-
low il won't do for Jules de Quenille
with 10 600 francs year TO fall in
love with a pOrter's daughter. But
Marie is handsome. Did you notice
what bewitchfng eyes had? and such
4, 4 1sarnsALs flharr
as small and white As those of a duch-
esss. lam sure she has n fine foot
and ankle, for her figure is perfect.
But EfOrgOt to congratulate you on
YOur good fortHi1e, Jules, "Wliy, what
is the matter? You are in clouds mon
chern
No, no, not i'm the Clouds" said
Jules, al was thinking, that is-yes-
was thinking of my poor aunt. But
Mile. Marie is beautiful; you are right;
it is a pity she is a pOrter's daughter"
Having hOnOred the memory of the
deceased aunt In q glass of BUrgandy,
we drank to BIarie, and we spoke Of
| of Marie, and Marie il was for the
whole evening. Even the pitt rerre
with our cafe was emptied in Marie's
honor.
Alas, my poor friend / saw he was
badly off when, for the twentieth
time, the next morn, ,ng ne descended
| the six Stages to see If there were any
| letters; but Marie was not there, and
madame was out, so Monsieur JAG
ques kept house, and Jules pride
would not permit him to ask the old
porter concerning her. He was proud
was my friend Jules; of good family
of the provinces, he had been brought
up to regard birth as one of the essen
EaIs whioha wife must IlOssess. 1t
is thus With all Erench a1e1 t1otwith
Standing the many deInocratic prin-
ciples they possess, pride of family is
| is with them as striking as it was Un-
der Louis XVI. Though in the ordin-
ary intercourse of life they forgot 0I
lost sight Of the principles, yet when
| the question of marriage is discussed
] they revive in all their pristine force
ayes, mon ami said Jules, laying
aside his pipe, and smoothing III,
] luXuriant mOustache and beard, "nOW
] that am a rich man, feel ita duty
owe my family to marry. But my
wife must be of good family; anc
| Marie is not. / know what you
would say; you English, when YOU
fall in love, forget all social distinction
but we French have more tirmnes:
! and conquer our feelings. We marry
for our family, and we grow old and
, feel happy that we have done a good
action. This is true greatness. You
English cannot appreciate 1t"
''Theu yOu'n forget Marie" said /
land won't see her any more"
'But / will see her again." he re
piled and only speak to her, that,
may forget my unfortunate pelchGjH
for you know an illiterate woman
disgusts me, and ! am sure she |:
, without elucati0n.ps sft
An hour afterwards, as I passed th'
pOrter's lodge on my way to the post
office, l saw my friend engaged in n
animated conversation with Marie.
"Are you disgUsted with her
: JulesH' / asked on my return tha
/ evening.
: al am more in love than ever,r h,
lrepIied i'she is as well informed an,
accomplished rs she is beautiful, bu
what would my father say +? she is bu
pOrter's daughter. :"
"Ah,n thought, she thinks Of wha
, his father would say; assuredly sh
has gained one point, she has conquer
: ed his own pride"
Thus the week passed. Marie wa
> only TO be seen in the afternoon; sh
dressed i'm a style much above he
station, I thought, but she was a pei
feet lady that one lost sight OF tn
apparent incOngruity. Ny friend wa
. perfectly enTaptured; he spoke an
e thought Of nothing but Marie. tn
+ merits of my own sweet little b'