The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1876-08-19


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me day following that Of her mock coron
alton Marie Rose seemed sad and dispirited
land her old friend Pierre was at loss Il
know what troube affected his tavorite. She
lobservinr his questioning looks, took hin
Into her confidence and told HIM her sad
ness was caused by a prediction made TO he
by an old ncgress, said to be witch, witt
lived iG the forest near her home, and t
whom Marie Rose had been in the habit o
secretly bringing food The words of th'
prophesy being so strange, the child full.
remem bered then. They were as follows;
Good little missy, me saw in the night
great eagle nount up, up, high IN the air
with u rose in its beak. You are the rose
you will be very happy YOU will be queen
then comes great tempest, and you perish
~ was queen yesterday" said she, "ant
now am expecting the tempest which is tC
carry me away
Never fear, mademose replied Pierre
eff anything happens to the Heron you have
only to seize hold of my belt, like this, see
and with the help Of God and my patron
saint, you will be towed ashore as gently as
sloop by three MASTER
Marie Rose, somewhat treasured by the
words of honest Pierre, rewarded him by
singing a song, the words Of which embodied
the prOphesy Of the old ncgreSs.
But hers was an age when melancholy
thoughts impressed the mind but lightly, and
the following day she was dancing as gayly
as ever, utterly unmIndful OF the negrcss and
her weird prophecy. Days and weeks passed
without wearing away the high spirits OF the
child, but, alas not without wearing her lit
tie Shoes.
The last skip of farondale carried away
the fragment Of thread which held them to-
gethcr; and the wardrobe Of the ladies being
very scant they having delayed purchasing
until their arrival in Paris poor Marie Rose
was soon forced to spend her time seated by
the side of her aunt, hiding her little bare
feet in the folds of her dress, able only to
move her head, the loss Of her shoes holding
her captive, like the princess in the story,
awaiting the coming Of the cavalier TO deliver
her.
The cavalier came IN the person Of Pierre
Hello
ALLOW such pretty feet to 20 bare, =" said he,
Indignantly. zone must be without heart"
But If, as the poet says, indignation makes
poetry, it does not follow that il can make
shoes
Pierre reflected and scratched his head,
turning his qud from cheek to cheek. The
quid is TO the mind of Il sailor a. the hands
are to a clock; when the mind is working
the quid is tuning
And Fierre had undertaken 10 think out
problem difficult even to mathematician, to
make something out Of nothing, problem
that God alone has determined
"A piece of leather! My pipe and medal
for piece of leathcr,n cried Pierre-like
Richard for horse,
lie searched all over the ship and peeIed
into every crevlce where even a mouse might
have been concealed, when he suddenly gave
a cry of Joy, a cry such as might have come
from Hnrpagon when he found his treasure,
Or Rousseau on discovering a new plant. But
il was neither flower nor treasure that Pierre
had discovered; 1t was something Of more
value In his eyes. 1t was a boot!-the boot
Of a soldier who had been killed during a
gale And his boot had been tossed aside, no
one knows how, while It's mate was lying at
The bottom of the sea, or perhaps in the stom-
lch of a shark, thinking, like the rat Of La
FOntaine, that the things of earth concerned
i not
But Pierre Hello decided otherwise.
With the assistance of his knife, in leu of
IN awl he cut and shaped in the course of
IN hour, that which we should be pleased to
,all pair of shoes, but candOr forbids.
clipper, buckskln nor moccasn, it was some
hing entirely new in the art of shoemaking, !
omething original and without name
nevertheless n thing perfectly secure and fu.-
y reliable as protection for the feet When
hey were finished, brave Pierre fastened
With the offering to his mistress, and, amid
much laughter and great coaxing, persuaded
Ter to put them on; then, placing her on the
loor, he stood with arms skimbo, and admir-.
ngly exclaimed, "Voila!"
An hour later she was dancing away with |
weight on each foot, to the vigorous ap-
'lause of her admirers, having gained a
oub!e victory, for there was in this dance a
ombination of art and strength it was Tag
Joni and Nine. Sacqui in one body.
At last after long voyage, the good ship
rived at its destination, and the time came
or them to disembark
The leave.taklng of the little creole and the
Id sailor was really touching.
III will never forget you, and will keep
our little shoes rs a souvenir, as relic,'
aid Marie Rose, trying to console Pierre
Tho passed the back of his rough hand across
is eyes, which looked suspiciously moist
"Oh, MOI" responded he, sadly, shaking his
cad, "you are going TO Paris, where you
ill soon forget your old friend and your
Tue SHOES.
al will never forget" she repeated, ss she
las led away by her aunt, but continued
boxing back as long AS Pierre was in sight.
'ut Pierre never knew whether she kept her
'ord or not, as he was killed in an action not
many months later.
But what of Marie Rose!
In the midst of our story came the great
french revolution; a Good of war and car
age which we will not dwell upon, but.
losing our eyes, pass over the time of the
Empire, and proceed al once to the home of
he noble but unfortunate Josephine, widow
n the eyes of the law, caused by legal sepa.
alton from Napoleon, but sull an Empress,
nd still adored by the French people, who
ad not approved of the divorce.
Sitting in an apartment of the palace, her
rm resting carelessly on her piano, she was
istening with smile to n group of young
aides of honor who we're soliciting permits
ion TO give some charades in costume at the
hateau with pleasure, my children said
he kind Josephine; IL will see TO II that the
ostumes are furnished. Thanks TO the gene
osity of the Emperor my own wardrobe is