Litchfield enquirer., 1871-01-19
From Appieton's Journal, ys!s MADAME DE LISLE OR. HOW g s LEFT PARIS IN JULY, 197O., 1'

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 At the beginning of July, 1870. | was re- siding in Paris in, the second story ots No. 5I Avenue Montague. My back. windows looked out upon a queer little villa of the Louis XII. style, with gravelled court Tn front, and 8 garden full of trees behind, the only access to which from the avenue was by narrow passage, which you enter ed by a small gate, over which was inscrib- ed. in ,modss st characters, t'Nos49. Yeai s.
 I disc V red, soon after took my lOdg- ings in No 5l, that No. 49 was occupied by Madame de Eisle, Ltheswidow of a French officer who lad been killed in the Crimea. or at Solferino, or somewhere or. other, 1 saw that she was handsome and distin- gnished in personal appearance, and Isoon learned that she moved in the best society. and was generally regarded, as ai brilliant woman of fair reputation and comfortable income Her origin seemed to be uncer- tain Some said she was English, others that she was an American from South Car olina, and others still that,she was 6 Ger man. I had become tolerably familiar with her face from my back windows, aud at length had the honor to be introduced to her at party at the British embassy. She seemed to recognize me as n helghbor and smiled graciously, but male no obser- vation beyond few formal remarks. a9' A |. Those early July days were stirring ones ill Paris. Something was in the air-the mutterings before the storm. Olivier was important. and the Chambers restless. The Quartier Latin was in a suppressed tumult all the time, the emperor was ill, and all sorts of reports were afoat. Then came the Spanish complication, the Hohenzol- Tern business, and the Benedetti affair, and behold we were plunged into. war with Prussia.
 The effect was fine. All the turbulent elements rushed to arms. Serious people saw through the emperor's attempt to make diversion, but were rather disposed to encourage it. The troops were summoned. {. and Le Bmuf marched to the frontier. Those who remained at home prepared tri- umphal arches, and shouted, "On to Der lin Y ,E... {
 My most intimate acquaintance among tho French was a student named Bour- gogne. Poor Jules he was always, burst. ing into my rooms with some exciting nar- ration, and it was he that brought me the news of the enthusiasm of the students quarter, and the rallying of all. classes at the prospect of glory to be easily won from the slow and stupid Teuton.
 a "Our boundaries are to be rectifed at last r! he shouted. 1.-The Eagles of France shall build their nts sts. in the Siebenge berge." s...x aA.r
 ''Fair and softly, my good "friend,' I would say, for had not forgotten my win. ter in Berlin, and the drillings of the aad- ,oehr, and the needle gun experiments. "Your German is an ugly fellow to rouse i; he is like General Scott's description of the Yankee ,; .The hardest fellow in the world to get into 2 fight, and the hard est to get out of it when his blood IS up:'" --~-..
 ::He lacks elan," dogmatized Bourgogre. after the manner of young France. ''It is all very we'll to talk of Prussia against Aus tria, but wait till they measure swords with France. Our first victory will rally to our standard all the nations of South Germany, trampled under the iron heel of Bismarck. Cochonp, hissed Jules, getting excited, Ca bas la Prussel" ..fri aEz la :
 I warded off discussion by alluding 10 my neighbor, Madame de Lisle, knowing that a spice of romance will divert Q Frenchman from his most glorious theories and for while Bourgogne consented to drop the subject of chassepots and needle guns, to look out of my window upon the villa, and take comprehensive survey of the premises but his ardent soul soon re- turned to the charge, and he ended by dragging me out to witness a grand review of the army of the Rhine on the Champ de Mars. mad Is seuagU s,.1. 9s.ss grae9 sd
 We found the Pont de Jena blocked with blouses. The Faubourg St. Antoine was taking holiday like ourselves. and the few police officers on the spot had their hands full. .as .raz.,.,.. aafa,isll sa.
 A carriage that was trayersing the bridge seemed to give umbrage to the mob, and one or two were shying sticks at the driver and arude oavrier was trying to put his head into the window. 2af tzssnel!4as3 srs
 "Mon Dleu,! there is, lady within" shouted Bourgogne, indignant, as he sprang forward to avenge the insult. I followed closely. There were few hard knocks, 8 thunder of sdcres, the police came up, and the throng divided, leaving a clear space through which the carriage passed rapidly.
 caught a glimpse, as the horses sprang on, at q tranquil face smiling serene recog- hilton, and then Bourgogne and I had as much as we could manage in evading the wrath of the blouses; and eluding the vigil lance of the se,yents de viAe, which we final~ ly accomplished by slipping through the crowd and escaping pursuit by dexterous. celerity. We found ourselves at last, very hot and tired, upon the Champ de Mars
 s'Mair, quelle course, de chien .panted' Bourgogne, wiping, his 2. brow, ''but what a face! am sure have seen 1t somewhere. Beautiful as a thousand dev- ills ! She must be discovered"
 'That will not be dificult, 2 said, smil- ing at his enthusiasm, .'It was my fair neighbor."
 ssEn effet, "s said Bourgogne,, stopping short, and looking atme ouriously She recognized you. and smiled; and it was not my fine eyes, after all. that she apprecia- ted. An, you are . fine nsoache, my boy, and here break my head and my shins to procure an adventure for you.p Bien; but mark me, I shall go with you to the first reception of madame that you attend, by this lance, broken in the service of yon distressed dame. And he rnefulIy raised his splintered rattan. and. .brandished 1t be- fore my eyes. 2Ia&9A
 Laughing at his absurdity, I promised to present him at my first appearance.
 The review over, left Boargogne' to find his wsy shomeward by the left bank of the Seine, while returned slowly to my. lodgings. r -ss Upon my table lay a dainty, perfumed missiye, sealed with aa crest. sRI opened it in haste, and found it was written in my own language: n 51nT s 4sfI se4s9s. s.ssxs<s Madame de Lisle begs Mir. ------@- to