The Red Cloud chief., 1875-09-30

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glad che would be il her father would
allow her to remain home and work for
him. She lived at home until she VA
nearly fourteen, then her extreme beauty
attracted the attention Of . nobleman
who, child - she was, wished 10 make
her his mistress, offered her father large
sums Of money, and left no means pm
tried to get her irto his power. Old
Fouchet, to insure his daughters safety,
placed her with Madame Beaulien, where
she remained, even during vacations,
until her education was finished"
HAS she no motherS" asked Clinton,
who began to feel interested in his sis
ter's friend.
"No; her mother died In giving her
birth. She was Of very good family, but
eloped with Fouchet, VINO must once
have been em~iaently handsome; now his
hair is white as snow, his form looks
bent and wasted; but you should see his
eyes; they are splendid.
Tomorrow" said Mr.. Vaughn, "you
can introduce US to your proteges. Here
we are at the opera"
When Clinton Vaughn told his sister
that he always pat -onized one especial
bOuquetiere near the Madeleine on &C.
count of her flowers being more taste
fully arranged than any in the Marche
aux Fleurs, it was not strictly true.
Certainly the flower girl was no beauty;
her face, which was deadly pale, looked
worn and pinched by want Into that old
stony look which is SO touching TO see
in the young, because it tells of prema-
ture exposure to trial and care. The first
time he saw her was while his father and
sister were In Switzerland; he had not
accompanied them, for he was an artist,
and had at the time a picture to com
plete for the approaching annual expo
sitiOn in the Louvre. His atclier was
situated in the Rue de S~usennes, and one
morning, as he vas passing the Made.
leine on his way to purchase some ma
terisls for his work in the Rue de la
PAX, his attention was attracted 10y a
simply attired but very lovely girl who
was purchasing flowers.
IL have not much money to spend"
she said, "but l must have a bouquet for
my dear, good father, as it is his saints
day"
"Tenez, mademoiselle," said the flower
vender, there are some cheap damask
roses. l give them to you cheap, be-
cause my fathers name was also Pros
per. Mails, mon dieu, l have been 90
long an orphan that l think no more Of
saints days, and had forgotten it vas
the 25th of June"
81 have no MOTHER said the purchaser,
''but I have a dear. good father, whom I
have not seen for a long time; and now
l am going home, never again 70 leave
him, and am SO happy" She placed
a piece of silver in the flower girls hand,
adding: 81 am sorry that I cannot pay
you better for these beautifully grouped
roses, but I, too. am poor; it is all /
have"
at is too much; I ave some change
to give you"
keep it for your dear fathers sake
you need it more than I who have still
q dear parent left"
"Ah! mademOiscllc is too good"
mo; only SO very happy that l wish
to make Others so, too; adieu."
"Au %revoir, mademoiselle."
The bouquet maker sighed and looked
obviously after her customer as, with the
elastic step of hopeful youth and con.
scious beauty, che turned the angle of
the street.
Clinton started OFT in pursuit of the
fair girl, who walked 60 rapidly that he
could not easily overtake her; for some
time he kept her in sight, or thought he
had done so, for when he came up to the |
silvery gray shawl he had been following
so long, he found its pos SCISSOR to be
Adele Beauregard, q well known fire.
quenter OF the Falsis Royal.
Disappointed and disconserted, he re-
traced his steps, only pausing to pur-
chase some roses from the flower
girl on his way home. From that time
Clinton became one of her best custom.
crs, but the lovely face he was anxious
to behold never r%eappeared in the neigh
bOrhoOd of the Madeleine.
One evening a. the artist turned out
of the Rue de la Paix into the dark Rue
Neuve st. Augustin, 1t commenced to
rain. Clinton was %unprovided with an
umbrella, and stood up for shelter in the
doorway of a furnishing store.
"You call that embroidery, do youe"
said the harsh tones of . mans voice at
The extreme end of the store; "fue em.
broidery, to be sure!"
II am sure, monsieur" replied a NO.
NAME low, sweet voice, IL took great
"Pains. indeed! what gentleman would
wear this shirt2-see! this leaf is not
ven with the Others"
monster told me to follow the stamp
outline. and I have done so; if the
1es1gn you gave me was irregulariy
raced the fault is not mine"
II don't care a snap about that, the