The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1876-06-01

BY adding to her income the product
OF this work, she succeeded in making for
herself position that was not much in
contrast with that of her former friends
the coryphees of the opera.
In the midst of her modest happiness
one thing astonished her. She never
heard of the benefactor who had made
known to her, through his attorney. a
second case of the hour of plenty.
1" 1t must be some crazy old man" she
said, some Eccentric person, with a
good heart added to his other eccen-
tricities."
Soon the weeks became months, the
months years. Years passed by. Mile.
Plerrette became an egotist, and allowed
herself to drift with the current. Ten
years had thus passed by.
Butwhat had become of the count? Did
ne still live? Did he still keep his chair
at the opera?
Ten years change many things in this
world: 1t Is not only thrones that tall.
Other things than dynasties pass away.
While small things become large, the
large ones become small. The wheel of
fortune turns.
One morning, as Mile Pierrette was
reviewing the tulips in a glass vase, the
maid who served her said that rather
shabby man desired to speak with her.
Some old broken down dancer, who
comes as an old comrade to ask me for a
louis thought she.
1t was indeed an old man, but not a
dancer. The visitor, on the contrary, APP
peaTed to be a person of distinction, and
was of a fine and imposing figure.
Whatever you might think it was easy
to divine that here was some fallen great
ness. Clothes once elegant, but now
threadbare a number of trinkets at his
fob, but the diamonds are gone; in his
hand hat which must have undergone
the vicissitUdes of three seasons at least.
Mademoiselle," said he, bowling, " l
am the COmte de Boismorand." Then
seeing that this name woke no answering
chord in the mind Of the ex-ballet girl he
continued.
"Ah, it is true you have never seen
me, you do not even know me by name.
Wen, l am the habitUe of the opera
pardon me-the anonymous friend who
one day at the Office of M. Conturat,
rue Louis lie Grand"
decided to me an income of six thou
sand francs?"
g Alas yes, Mademoiselle.'
-~A~AA WIN a hCC blSn liz duuGu
" We have proverb which says, who
has drunken, will drink; who has gam
bled, will gamble l lost again and
again. l was completely ruined. Ruined
at the age of seventy-fve, when | have
been all my life free from want-it is
hard, Mademoiselle. What can / do?
What can l be? Men of the present
day, and Englishmen, commit suicide.
But as for us of the old regime. it is not
our way. So desire to continue to live
and that depends ON you, Mademoiselle.' -
NJ. lie Comte," hastily answered
Pierrette, moving toward her desk, "wait
a moment. l will return you your title
deed"
For the whole sum? All! Made.
molseIle, | do not ask so much"
Then with his most diplomatic tone
and manner, M. de BOismorand explained
in terms of great delicacy that what he
wanted was a very simple thing, viz,
that she should arrange for his admit
lance to the refuge for the aged at Sainte
Perimine.
1" Altogether" he added, q this will cost
you one thousand two hundred francs a
year-tor a little while"
As she insisted on returning all, he de-
cidedly refused.
''Saite Perfume, MademoiseTle. no
more, no less"
NJ. lie Comte de Boismorand died at
Sainte Perfume in 1855
Every year on All Saints day Pierrette
goes to lay bouquet upon his tomb.