Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1876-06-16

he gave cryof ioy---a cry such
rs might have come from a Harpagon
when he found his treasure, or Rousseau
on discovering new plant. But il was
neither flower nor treasured that Pierre had
discovered; It was something of more
value In his eyes. 1t was a bootl-the
boot of n soldier who had been killed
during a gale, And this boot had been
tossed aside, no one knows how, while its
mate was lying at the bottom of the sea,
or perhaps in the stomach of shark,
thinking, like therat of La Fontaine, that
the things of earth concerned il not
But Pierre Hello decided otherwise.
With the assistance of his knife, in
lieu of an awl, he cut and shaped, in the
course of an hour, that which we should
be glad TO call pair of shoes, but candor
fOrbids.
What he did make was not exactly shoe
or slipper, buskin or moccasin; it was
something entirely new in the art of shoe.
making, something original and without
name; nevertheless, a thing perfectly
secure and fully reliable as q protection
for the feet When they were finished
brave Pierre hastened with the Offering to
his little mistress, and, amid much laugh.
ter and great cOaxing, persuaded her to
BbN AAAthh vi thNi1 HAhSihE iSl Ji liN
floor, he stood with arms akimbo, and adj.
miringly exclaimed "VoilaW
An hour later she was dancing away
with weight on each foot, to the Wig
orous applause of her admirers, having
gained a double victory, for there was in
this dance a combination of art and
strengths it was Taglioni and Madame
Saqui in one body.
AT last after long voyage, the good
ship arrived at its destination, and tic
time came for them to discmbark
The leave taking of the little Creole and
the old sailor was really touching.
" / will never forget you, and / will
keep your shoes as a SouUeHjr, as a relic"
said Marie Rose, trying to console Pierre,
who passed the back Of his rough hand
across his eyes, which looked suspicious.
ly moist.
ooh, moi" responded he sadly, shaking
his head; "you are going to Paris, where
you will soon forget your old friend and
and your little shoes"
Il will never forget" she repeated, as
she was led away by her aunt, but con-
tinued looking back as long as Pierre was
in sight. But Pierre Hello never knew
whether she kept her word or not, as he
was killed in an action not many months
later.
But what of Marie RoseP
In the midst of our story comes the
great French Revolution; food of war
and carnage, which we will not dwell up
on, but, closing our eyes, pass on to the
time of the Empire, and proceed at once
to the home of the noble but unfortunate
Josephine, widow in the eyes of the law
caused by legal separation from Napo-
leon, but still an Empress, and still
adored by the French people, who had
not approved of the divorce.
Sitting in an apartment of the palace,
her arm resting carelessly on her piano,
she was listening with smile to a group
of young ladies-of honor who were solic-
iting permission to give some charades in
costume at the chateau With pleasure,
my children" said the kind Josephine |;
" will even see to it that the costumes
are furnished. Thanks to the generosity
of the Emperor, my own wardrobe is all
sufficient; see what a merchant has lust
sent me" and carelessly she spurned with
her foot Observation-Disclosures robe
which lay upon the floor.
The garment was so beautiful that the
youngest Of the ladies enthusiastically
clapping her hands, cried out: Heavens!
but your Majesty must be very happyY"
p 1" Happyp' murmured Josephine, with
sigh "yes, very happy"
She seemed lost in thought for mo-
ment; then, throwing off the memories
which oppressed her, she arose. saying
" Follow me ladies, and select your cos
tunes" Followed by the thoughtless
throng, she entered the room where her
wardrobe was kept. The eyes of the
young ladies opened as wide as did those
of the choppers son when he en-
tered the cave of Ali Baba, at the wonders
of lace and tinery exposed to their gaze :;
everything that art could furnish and
money procure was there.
Take your choice, my children" !" said
the generous Empress; !" amuse yourselves
in selecting from all the beautiful dresses
which dazzle you so. You are free to take
anything you find, with one exception,
and that is too sacred for any one to touch
But" she continued, seeing the curiosity
depicted in their faces, " may show you
this wonderful treasure"
You may imagine how the minds of
those young girls were affected What
new wonder were they to behold? Could
it be possible that anything more precious
than what they had already beheld could
exist? Smiling at the wonder she had
herself created in their minds, she slowly
drew from the corner OF her Jewel case,
not present Of Napoleon, not the gift
Of a genii, but the handiwork of Pierre
Hello-the little shoes of Marie Rose
for you have guessed before now that
the Empress Josephine and the little
barefooted dancer are one and the same
person.
When the sword of Bonaparte began TO
hew Europe, Josephine Marie Rose Tas-
cher de la aPagerie was chosen as a happy
Queen.
But there came tempests and storms, en-
emies fell upon and crushed France, and
amid all this the prophecy of the old ne
gress was fulfilled.
The bird had dropped its rose, and the
Creole ofthe Three Islands, twice crowned
Queen, perished amid the pest.--Honse
Journal.