The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-01-29
THE SATIRIST.
AZ INCIDENT II THE RrLE OF sADAgE De
PoAPADOUR,

wound her tolls around his scspter; the
time Of pig-tails and patches, Of the Bas-
tie and Of alchemy
IN narrow street Of Paris, as il was in
days of yore, in enc Of those small private
residences which, in those days, they were
pleased to call palace, and which was in
u somewhat diiapidated cond lion, there
sat in coy little boudoir a charming
Young girl. She was piquant rather than
beautiful, graceful rather that symmetric-
genuine Parisienne Mile Adnenne de
1fasnevilie.
She sat before her spinet and played
one Of Lully's sonatas, while at her feet
on low, embroidered stool, there sat q
young man who, from time to time, wrote
with pencil on sheet Of paper, spread
out on 4 portfolio he held on his knees.
What he rote seemed to please him sma-
zingly, for at each period he laughed hearth
lie was neither handsome nor an
giant man, but bis face bore the impress
Of talent, which, in his generation, could
hold its head as high as rank or riches,
!, vas the poet Desforges, to whom the
capricous little lady at tie spinet had Civ
en- 4 very dangerous commissioned com
mission that might, indeed, easily send him
to the Bastile- She had demanded from
him-a satire on the all-powerful woman
who had France a. her feet, and whose in
huence was felt in all Europe
81 have finished, Adrienne," suddenly
cried Desforges, springing to his feet and
dancing about the room for moment in
high glee; then lie struck an attitude, and
began to read what be had written. Ad-
riennc stopped playing and listened with
Wrapt attention to the silver toned bu'
Senomous verses. Excellent,-charming
fhe cried, from time to time; and when be
had finished reading she clapped her hands
With delight.
"Thcn you are satisfcdf' asked Desfor
ges.
"And SO well, sir, that proclaim you
from to-day my champion and cour -tpoet,
replied Mile. de Marneyille, with mocl
Iaihos.
May ever prove worthy said tn,
poet. pressing her fingers to his lips.
"And these verses are mine?" asked
Adrienne.
Yours; but first let Inc take copy o
them"
While he made q transcript Of the littl
satire, Adrienne explained to him why sh'
hi d such an intense hatred for Nine. d.
Pcmpadorr, and was overjoye4 when Des
rges promised to distrihate copies of tn
virubnt verses in the cafes AM N tn
6arealr fesprh.
lie pressed her hand once more to hi
lips, and hurried away on his errand Will
she turned again to her sonata as though
nothing rnusual had occurred-a genuin
daughter Of the rocco times was Adrienn
De Marneyille, tickle, careless, giigy.
Adrienne had just finished playing, a
room somewhat D. lily
mon en!fant come with most agreea
Die surprise.-''
"Ah, mamma, you Lave brought me tn
sot of jcwelry | asked you for the othe
day." interrupted Adricnne.
ono, child, have brought you nothing
What bring you offers itself-a husband
The Marquis de Bcauvor is q sutton 70
your hand"
"Beauyoir-a handsome mani" reptile
Adrieane, blushing violently.
"And very RICH" added the mother.
"And you would have me marry him?
asked Adrienne, naivcly.
Certainly, How can you ask' Yo
know we are not rich. /. would be insan
ity to refuse"
But Desforges? You know he love
me-"
"That's very comprehensive"
"And love him, too" sighed Adri
enne.
THAT'S very incomprehonsible, roturn
ed Nine. lie Maneville, Indignantly.
"And yon really wish me to"
"To become the Marquiss de Beauvoir
my child to ride in your coach and four
TO shine at court, and be served ike al
Oriental queen, by Moors.".
"That would be splendid"
"Then may tell the Marquis that you
CONSENT"
Ellis servants are Moors--l have seer
them myself" murmured Adrienne-
"Then you consent" asked the ambitious
mother.
well, yes, mamma, but-but what will
Desforges say, poor Desforges?"
The mother embraced her daughter, anC
taking her hand led her into the salo,
where the Marquis do Beauvoir waited.
When poor pesforges, the following day
returned, in a paroxysm of delight at tn,
succe IS Of his satire, he was received By
Nine. de MarnevllIe With a frosty nod, by
Adrienne with downcsst eyes, and by thu
handsome cavalier, who held Adrienne'.
hand tenderly in his own, with q cold, in
curing glance.
Owe have some news to tell you, NJ
pesforgrs, began the lady of the house
"Adrienne is betrothed to NJ. le Marquis
dc Beauvori'
I-I congratulate you" stammeret
Desforces It was suddenly dark befor,
his eyes. He bowed awkwariy, and stag
eered out Of the room.
"The gentlcman's manner was yer,
strange" observed the Marquis.
'IIa, Desforges never Dies anything lk'
other people-poets never do, / think, re
piled the mamma, laughing.
The next morning when Mile. de Marn
cyiIlc, accompanied by her nurse, was re
TURING from mass, she met Desforges, whc
had evidently been waiting for her.
an what have sinned, maiemoisele, :
he lescn, saluting her coldly, THAT you
~ the same day, make me the happiesi
and then the most wretched Of men' Oh,