, 1875-03-07
kisses their hands or checks That is not 80
bad Oh. he is 8 noble gentleman, my precious

kisses their hands or cheeks. That is not *
| husband"
The little woman's eyes Butfused az ehe contem
plated the manifold perfections Of her Ilnasrons
| lego. She Was perfectly severe in ovary Wore
| she uttered. She hsd no idea that sho WEE re,
| vealing him to my supreme contempt; t1a'
| = dastard And pitied and esteemed her too
much to tell her my opinion of hlm. Naas -;
genuine French TurveJdrop be was, anu ls
And to think that this woman, antei1eene,
shrewd no longer Young ehonin po M ~ tr,,n 1oht
When she had CEASED speaking, = new color had
come to her pale olive face. Il vas partly !ove.
partly gratitude to tho miserable scounarel for
| her money for his vulgar pleasures. 5Rf looked
| almost beautiful. I could havo Kissed ner from
commiseratlon, but did not. bada her good
/ evening, and wont Away.
| TWo BROKEN HEARTS.
Tho Paris Figaro tells the following Frenchy
story: In 1870 Young Frenchman, the Count
George de Mey1ac, married beautiful girl Of
his own station in life, Math1lde -, who
was very much in iovo With him. All went we'll,
aud the two we're very happy in their devotion
to each other- They we're FOND OF the theatre,
and every one just at that time waa enrapturcd
with new actress. nosita, uho took tho ptiu-
upal roles Ii tho dubious dramas OF
the Dumas school. Tho newIy-wed~
ded pair often went to Rosita's
theatre, until tha Countess thought her hus-
bands eyes fingered too foudly on the actress.
and began to feel paDgs Of jealousy. Erou-Frou
Was one Of Rosita's beat impersonations, and
On her farewell night she appeared by request in
that character. The Jockey Club, of which
George dc Meyrac MAS Vice-President gave her
supper after the play. George, OF COURSE was
present, and sat by the side Of the fascinating
fsoslta. who was surrounded with bouquets
Wine flowed freely, and 1nlrth and wit enlSened
the banquet until o'clock in the morning.
Meanwhile. the poor wife, Mathilde, waited at
the little gate Of their park for her truant hus-
band. The hours passed slowly on, and be came
not. cold, penetrating rain began to fall at
midnight, and Mathilde trembled from e1haus-
her husband came through the little gate, he
stumbled over her inanimate Eody lying on the !
rain.soaked ground She WAS not dead; she !
lived five days after. but never recovered beE !
ed - '4frou-F}'ont Frou-Frout" Those ware |
her last words.
The Count wna almost erazed BY bis wtfe's /
loss: He entered the army and sought death in
the bloody battles Of the Franco-P Prussian war.
Fate WAS cruel and he returned unharmed. His
wfe's room, adjoining his oxn, had always been
kept closed since her DEATH but owing to tho !
snfocating heat one summers night, George !
opsned the door botweeu the two rooms. He
thon fell asleep. In about an hour he awoke;
The clock struck midnight. As the Last stroke
sounded, be heard distinctly from the other room
:ha words 81 Frou Frou." He listened with iu-
axpressible anguish Frou Frou" seemed to
70 murmu1ed from all parts Of the room.
ile. and crossed the threshold OF Matbilde,a !
:hamber. At that instant current Of air extio-
.uished the candle. and George felt upon his
orehead, his Lips, his cheeks, something indefin-
Ibe.-a breath, careas, the contact of = cold |
ring, or, perhaps, the muslin Of 4 peignoir. He
ell unconscious. The next morning be was !
ound lying there insane. To every lnterroga-
ion he only replied IS Fro,t-Fron." The conn~ -,
~ people in the ueichborhood Of the Chateau
o Meyrac think TINT it was the soul Of the Coun-
ess returning at midnight to 1uu1mur in tho ear
her cruel husband George, still loYo q
lee but it is thou who hast killed mo !" :