The Republican journal., 1874-07-30

as | strohed my boy, hair and coddlcd
him, and tried rs best ! knew how to COM
fort him, thought how much easier
Paula's death could have been borne.
Well, ! found out afterwards, she had
gone with military man, a certain Gen
eral French whom she had met in New
York, y fascinating man OF middle age
lie had a divorced wife somewhere; he
had never loved her. | think he really did
love Paula. But it was Il strange way he
had Of showing it, stealing her away at
midnight. Madame Ten Eyke had broken
the news to Writ in the school parlor AT
first he had rayed like a madman; then
getting calmer he had started to leave the
house, had snatched the red shawl from
the rack instead OF his hat. Madame Ten
Eyke told me afterwards She should never
lose the picture of that poor distracted
fellow str,ding bareheaded down the path
trailing that red shawl
1t was such a blow. He had been 50
make her happy. Even on that last vov-
age he had brought home camphorwood
chest with strong brass clasps, from Cal
cutta. and though it was carried up to his
room unopened, knew ii was full OF
wretchcd Girl what heart She had thrown
away.
What became OF her? That is ques-
ton to ask. | used to dream of her being
brought back poor and diving to our door.
That il how such stories end in books. and
SO really. Gen. French took his Wife
abroad. and when the war broke out he
came pack. He was in the regular army
and 7 man OF mark The country needed
him and used him, and therefore he rose
rapidly His Wife was much talked of in
the cities and when her husband was
Killed Ai- will left all to His dear wife,
Paula French She lives in New York
And WHIT For years believed he
would never marry. All the comfort he
had came from working Ike slave Not
that hr cared for wealth or poverty. lie
or draih: he would not have turned his
hand Tor either. 50 he grew rich, and bv
and by changed his position from mer-
chant vessel to one of the Cunard steam
crS Il was all one with the way things
came to pass in this world that on his very
first trip home my boy should bring the
Laccys English father, Greek mother and
their one child, Irena was keeping
was needed with an excellent ouSc-keep-
er. and 4 corp, Of good servants under
me But in June Mrs. Lacey and her
daughter came to us. | never recall those
days OF that summer without the picture
OF that child Ircna. with old Bcppo behind
her. running up and down the garden
walks, her long fair hair tlving on the
wind behind her, her brown eyes all
brightness and her whole body alive with
happiness She was the tondeSt, as She
was the happiest. creature | ever saw
She lust seemed TO take Il trail Of sun
shine with her wherever She Went She
was fourteen then, southern girl, and as
old as sixteen among the daughters OF
the north Mrs Lacey was herself 4
dainty. hmh-bred woman. with . low
voice and gentle WAYS, Womanly III every
word and gesture, sweet and gracious all
through. No daughter Of hers could grow
up into an ordinary woman.
| believe looking back now. an
sure that saw what was coming Ion@ be
fore the rest thought OF it. certainly,
know thai when one morning during Mrs
l.acev's second yisit-lrena was 9iNteel
then-0ne rainy August morning when
I =
over the old camphor wood chest when
| Sow him .l.e>l.o ont the wr~lrping~ of
long folded India shawl and lay it ON hel
slopin9 shoulder. understood it all:
knew what it meant, and | Wa not sur
prised
80. mother, said Writ looking aoroS:
the golden head at me 20, mother" re
peated Irena, archlv thea smiling up No
into my face.
And 50 to his .'desircd havei. my boy
was brought al last on have been al
Laurel Hill and seen Irena and her three
sons. You know if the world holds :
fondcr wife OF Il better mother. OF course
she was told. }ears since all about Paula
Sometimes think that with Writ, AS witt
50 many Of Us, the drcgs Of that bitterness
were needed to deepen the >Weetnc>, oil
this, his mans life.
So YOU have my little story. The world
is crowded full Of thousands like it, | be-
lieve every human life is u romance, only
the best and deepest of it can never on
this earth be written down | think We
Shall know in the next world
Did tell YOU how Writ and Paula met
at Newport last year, stout woman with
bold black ewes. driving her own snowy
horses down the high road wearing Il
vivid crimson mantle, and having her per
son hung with "barbaric @oldn followed
by Il train OF mOustached gallants whose
horses were always reined close to her
carriage wheels? And this woman with
the GAY laugh and the haggard look about
the eyes this woman who seemed by
Irenas side to represent another and q
lower type of humanity. this was Paula.
MADAME z PATTERSON N-BoNAPARTE. There
is Il narrow, ugly street in Baltimore,
where woman rarely comes, but one is
often seen there 1t is the shape Of q little
old woman, that sallies from 4 boarding
house on the corner, less often recently
than it used to, a feeble. stopped, tottering
frame, and Il wizened. wrinkled face,
wiggcd and specialized The old lady
uses her attendants arm as q support, and
passes. apparently without notice, the
groups OF takers that stare or point her
out to d stranger If some Of the more
deterrent salute her she straightens for n
moment, and returns it with touch Of
the old grace that wrought her fame and
her misfortune. She is not q celebrity of
to-day her story stretches back full sixty
years, 10 the days when Il handsome,
pusllanimons exile married her on his
own caprice. and repudiaied her at the
beck Of y brother For She is Nine.
Jerome Bonaparte, as she has always
proudly styled herself once the wife now
the widow Of jerome Bonapartc, kin"
Of Wcstphaia. Beautiful brilliant and
arlstocratic, Miss Patterson married him,
then an unknown stranger, against the
wishes and counsel OF all her friends. In
= few months Napoleon, imperial and
lmperlous, conired mp 4 kingdom for his
brother. and badc him come to ii. We
all know the condition on which IL was
offered; we all know how it was accepted;
marital obligations never stood much in
the way Of the Bonaparte family. Mime.
PatterSon-Bonapartc is very old and pc
cullar. Her son Jerome, who never saw
his father, is dead but his widow and
child, 4 third jerome with mmiStakable
BonapaHe face, are living in Baltimore.
The following case Of rat-iocination is
told by the Brookfeld News After q