Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1872-07-18
MARGt t}ITE.

Whenever I think Of Paris, my heart
ycarns toward the old LatIn QUARTER,
which as everybody knows rs the rem
devious Of Students, ARTISTS and Bone
mans of whatever degree and class
In it | spent three OF the happlest,
uost indepel dent years of my lite.
There had the contest, suunlestrOoms
in the world, away up in the third
story, whore Victor brought me every
morning a delicious bowl of hot coffee
from the Generic around the corner,
wheremy friends, the German students,
Wept tramping past my room mt all
lohts of the night, home from Mabillc
or the Closerie de Lilas; where my
window looked across the street into
the worl-room of a flock of industrious,
tidy grisettcs, who chatted and laughed
hu day long us morrily as if their des-
tiny was not first the streets, and then
the common iOSse-pOor souls There
| got to ste somewhat of the life of
this vast Paris, so brilliant, so fascpa,
ting on the suriace--such mass of
fostering horror Mt the bottom. And
there, too. | saw Marguerite.
She lived on the third floor, back
she and her old rheumatic mother and
from the ATTEST red of Dawn till the
night was fnr spent, the pretty, patient
little creature worked at her trade OF
making artificial flowers. She was a
little thing, just rounding ont of her
teens--sllght, iair as one OF her own
lilies, coring dark hair cropped close
to her pretty hend-it was So much
less trouble, SO she said--md a pair OF
the loveliest, most wonderful eyes that
tytra pure SOU. shone out of-pellu
cid, nine and shft-ev smihug-pool
ctilb. her life was SO hard. but full OF
IA 40 divine Tenderness which Raphael
paints i'm the eyes of his Madonnas.
i used To hear her bhthc little voice
Staging ut her work. She had n canary,
too, wulch sang louder than she, but
not half SO sweetly, and a pot OF mig
nouettp, which she tended with touch
ing lalthtumess. And these We're her
pets-with her old mother, her only
friends, No lovcr-t that prime ueces
sity of the French girl--as yet fancy
the galcons of the ueighbouug cafe,
81 the rough German students, could
not have been much to her taste And
pshc was aloue-a little, pure white
flower in the heart Of the great city,
where wickedncSs is SO much easier
than virtue When / first came TO UNI
drrstaud This, | SAID IN my heart, God
A4p poor little Marguerite
y I had been her neighhor SIX months,
when Que night heard a low tapping
at my door, and on opening 1t, found
this pretty little creature there. Her
violet ewes were strained with alarm,
aud her checks paler than the lilies, as
she told me, hruyely choking back her
sohs, thnt Victor had said that Mon
sieur was a doctor, and her mother was
very ill-hicn molAde- wiping her eyes,
and would |, in my great goodness,
come and see her
OF course j would, and did. | found
the poor woman suffering severely, her
disease having attacked the heart ana
before il VAS eilectuallv relieved, Mar,
suerte and had become great friends
and allies.
lhe renef was only reprieve at best.
Another attack was imminent, and il
MAS not probable she could survive 1t.
/ told Marguerite tins one day, my own
heart aching as | saw her whitening
cheeks,
"And then, my poor child, whatwilI
4you do3 You VIII be all alone then.
:, :. You. too, Monsieur Are You go
ing alsof'
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