Litchfield enquirer., 1876-06-15

if only had the colors;' but hadn't the money to throw away like that. One day 8 buyer up of old, broken, useless things, that they called connoisseur, came out from Paris. Some one sent him to see my china. I showed him all I had, but would not sell any of it. Then Emile brought in his tiles, and he looked at them carefully with an eyeglass; and in- quiring particularly where they were found. 'You will give them to me, will you not ? said be- You see they are broken and quite worthless. If they are worthless, why do you want them 2 I ask ed. At that he laughed, and offered me so high price that I was astonished. But before I could accept it Emile spoke up. The tiles are mine, said he, sand Twill not accept so little for them: but if you will bring me a set of oil paints and brushes and panels, you may have them i was surprised, for Emile was only twelve years old, and very difident. But in few days away the tiles. We heard afterward that he had made very good bargain, for they were covered with decorations by an art ist named Palissy. But Emile was satig- fled. He covered his half dozen panels W1Gu PlCGuE0S O1 uOWeTS, WHICH, 4 SuOW0U to one of the artists. He said they show ed remarkable talent, and offered to take him as an apprentice. He staid with the artist eight years, and then found situa- tion as china decorator at Sevres."
 This was all that Mere Roulette told me at that tune; but this visit did not end our acquaintance, and gradually all of Emlle's history became known to me. To do it justice, it should be given in the old la- dys words; but as she was frequently diff fuse, and branched off from the main mar. rative into others quite as lengthy, will give you only the subject-matter, at the risk of losing entirely the original charm.
 Emile worked with will, and support ed himself comfortably. At last the or der from the English lady was given him; he was to have five years in which to pre- pare his designs and put them upon the porcelain, and then a sum of money which seemed to him immense was to be at his disposal. ...
 Emile wanted money, not for himself, but for Felicie. Felicie was his servant, and he had promised her that when he could support wife he would marry her; and Felicie, in her white cap and apron, moved above his modest apartments at Sevres, facing the park of St. Cloud, secured the cGSser0les, and made the pot GW feu, bringing him his morning coffee and dusting the furniture of his little studio without ever breaking a precious bit of porcelain or so much as disarrang. ing drawing, quite content with the rosy promise, and to be for the present only M. Emile's 6onaae, for there is no drud. gery in Loves Service. When the order came, and there was prospect of realiza- tion of their hopes. Emile was by far the more enthusiastic of the two. It was quite good enough as it was for Felicie. They went to the .tSte of St, Cloud togeth. CT to celebrate the good news They pass, ed through the park, where Felicie filled her hands with great starry daisies, and the larks poured theIr hearts out in song above them, past the rbooutiful cascaot which leaped down it's grand staircase, on to the chateau. When they came back tc the .fSte grounds, the merriment was at its height. A hundred booths were gay with attractions; tapisSiSreS, ,omnibuses, tiacres
 were constantly arriving and leaving with gayly dressed Parisiennes.. The races were over, and now the mountebank had a crowd about his tent, and GuignoLs thea tre had full house, if that can be called a house where all stood in the open air to see the performance. The lion tanner was recounting his ridiculous story of how, wealthy, 6l0se, and weary of life, he had determined to commit suicide, but being an eccentric, he had bought number o1 Libyan lions remarkable for their feroclty and, determined to be torn Ill pieces by them, had entered their cage unarmed hus! When, wonder of wonders the old lion crouched at his feet, trembling with fear, the ioness licked his hand in q transport of affection, and the whelps rum of joy. A little apart was an. open air concert, and here Emile and Felicie sat for long time enjoying the really fine music. Their last glimpse of the fStt grounds, as they strolled back, show ed them the illuminations in the colored glasses, and the commencement of the fireworks. They stopped at the inn ot the ''Tete Noire' to eat dainty Parisian dinner. Here was the only unpleasant touch in the happy picture. They were met at the door by Sophie, the bIanch. essuse, leaving with soldier from Mont Valerien; and Sophie, remembering how Felicie had never before attended any of their merry -makings with a gentleman, said, mockingly, "Un colosse de vertu- o Ia la r Emile gave her look which he meant to be w1tAering and conclusive, but Sophie only giggled silly, and pass. ed on, repeating her expression.
 ''No fear that any one will ever give you such name," said the pretty inn waitress' as she came forward with pleas ant alacrity to wait upon monsieur et madame
 They spent the evening in the garden of the Versailles Palace. It was too dark to visit the gallery of paintings, and they had seem them once before. Emile re- membered now, as they passed the pal ace, how Felicie had drawn his attention to the fact that the most decorated man Tn the gallery, the man whose waistcoat was only green sky for constellation af- ter constellation of jeweled stars, was not a prince, but a painter. Horace Vernet. "Who knows but your honors are nearer than you think ?" she had said, and the words came back to him on the occasion as a prophecy fulfilled. It was day tleS gyu,ades eGuG. 'The Queen of the Frogs was showering the thirsty stone turtles, and in another fountain mischievous little Cupids were blowing water at each other through carved bellows, and the startled attitude of the statues of the horses in the Rocher of Apollo, that seemed to have been let to one of the pools to drink, was explained by the splashing and leaping water about them. Over the very spot in their way to the Trianon where the famous historical tragi-comedy of the Diamond Necklace" was acted, they next went to the last spectacle of the day. The grand fountain of all, the '.Triump of Neptnne,' 9 spouted its may columns into the night air; all around Bengal-ights were burn ing, and their various colors, crimson, blue, and yellow, were reflected in the jets of water with all the changing brillianey of prisms. z --ep.oral7 z if< !
 The next day Emile began designs for the dinner service. For year he kept his situation at the Sevres mannfactory, only working on his drawings at night. Sunday and tSte days he went to the Louvre to copy chernb faces. He had al ready studied the dishes displayed at the Museum of Ceramic Art at Sevres and at Cluny Palace, but he reviewed them again, anxlous that each set n his entire service should be of pure 8 yle. and yet the whole sufficiently varied and novel. As the work