The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1878-03-24
MATHILDE.

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MATHILDE.
Miss CARLYLE found her crying In an intellli
4 geflce Office one day, and In aspasm OF philan
fhrophy brought her home.
What do you mean to do with her p sail
D Mic, caressing his chin
Me always broke in on his cousins little en-
thusiasms In that way.
s'Save her!" said Miss Carlyle, magnifi
From WHAT
From her friends, Of course; just what ever,
pretty woman needs salvation from"
Her friends. Didn't know she had any
Y Who are they r.
"Oh!' said Mic, innocently.
Miss Carlyle had q genius for benevOlence
A kind OF breezy, contagious benevolence thai
made. every one she talked with swear he
would 60 the very next day and commit some
Bonneville. His genius If he had any, lay
entirely In the region OF painting and idle
ness.
Mic himself had some faint glimmering on
the subject Of his dormant ability, and ven
ttlred to question his cousin one day.
& Do you really think / have any talent
1nezp he had said with astonishing meek
Yes, for going to the dogs2" said Inez,
cruelty and the conversation dropped.
Nevertheless Miss Carlyle contrived to fur
nish him with luxurious apartments and
artists materials, and Mic lounged on his
way rejoicing. Privately, Inez had great
deal OF faith In her cousins genius. BY and
worth while, she meant to send him abroad.
I'm the meantime no amount OF dependence
could crush Mics spirit. He sat in Miss Car
iyle's chairs with his feet on Miss Carlyle's
ness for picturesque beggary. Yesterday it
Way q blind musician; Tomorrow it would be
d penniless poet; to-day 1t WAS Mathlde.
Il intend to make her tidy, Industrious
servant, Mic; she is just the kind Of girl to
P gsDt W foolish notions and mean to pre-
But II will never do. Inez. What woman
'Nonsensel Mathilde shall wear cap
something dainty and subdued; The poor
child ls not to blame for her beauty"
Certainly not; what reason under heaven
- there for hiding 1t under a cap? What Is
the buasted freedom Of this republic il every
man with fine eyes must put on spectacles
You astonish me, InezT
.Nonsense!' repeated Inez. 49,
nerest suggestion of lace and Paris muslin.
very dainty and subdued In itself, but devel-
Oping demure coquetry on Mathilde's Swed-
18Th gold, hair: Miss Carlyle contemplated
the result and told Mathilde she need not
wear caps, they were bad Tor the scalp
You see, was right, Inez; the girl will
never make over into servant, might as well
try to make q lady OF Biddy Ryan in the
KITCHEN. You can't smother lot of pale
yellow hair and a blush-rose complexion with
q square of muslin and yard of Valenci-
6nnes. It's reform against nature"
" M hat would you have me to do, them"
demanded d Miss s Carlyle: "the poor child
but unless you can make lady of her it
seems to me there would be a poetical pro
rriety In letting her starve. Ii [ were a girl. |
with biz sky-blue eyes and long lashes, I'm /
sure "a rather die In tragic, horrible way,
and be made over into poem, than have my
beauty snuffed out with cap. It's barbar-
gus, Why not try making a companion of
IA companion! Don't mention it! When
nm thoroughly tired Of my own society
Will poison myself, Besides, she can neither
read nor write. Women do not make COM
panions Of pretty idiots; they leave that for
men.
Obj said Mic, with the most densely in
a.The fact Is" pursued Miss Carlyle, MA
doesn't know she is pretty, and will make an
excellent servant II no one tells her" =
She doesen't know she is pretty! OF |
,ourse, then, my dear cousin, 1 take back |
have been laboring under a
MonHtrous error. supposed Matnilde stuck |
hose little blue bows In her hair, and hung
hose bits Of coral In her ears from some
yroveling spirit Of vanity. No doubt there
3 q severe utility In such things beyond my
ken. Excuse me. Inez. What an ass have
1een making Of myself and Mic sauntered |
ally out OF the room.
!, Mathilde certatplv was happy little thing.
she fitted about Mss Carlyle's dining-room
Ike q domestic humming bird, blushing in
me rarest way when any one spoke to her.
Lnoy all became accustomed to her beauty
liter awhile. Miss Carlyle grew proud of il,
aking 1t quite as matter of course that neo,
lie should remark Mathilde along with the
hina. 'NNo
Later, Inez forgot that Mathilde was re-
act 1t lay dormant in her brain, until some
hing made it unpleasantly alive
You have an exceedingly pretty servant"
aid Clavers Lorraine, when Mathilde had
gened the door for him one day; lone doesn't
Miss Carlyle was brunette, but then she
ras 10 love with Clavers Lorraine, and flushed
Yes Mathilde has dollish prettiness; she
fooMa gVr neat st and Industrious When
In September. | think; About this girl
~ good blood in her veins"
% am not sure about blood. White lilies
row out Of black soil, you know. One thing
!ood u her to make her lazy. Is Eunice Nc
eigh's engagement out ?"
Miss Carlyle began to wonder If it paid to !
we Mathilde. Servants with purely oval
lces might prove expensive. But that was a
INNER cloud. One day rose dropped from
[iss Carlyle's hair, and Clavers Lorraine
!cked 1t up and kept 1t. 1t was an amber :
,se, very rare and becoming, and Lorraine
ad It in his hand when he left the ROOM /
i've minutes later Inez went into the dining I
ON, where Mathilde stood by the open J
indow, blushing daintily, with rose in Der J
siran amber rose, very rare, and very be- !
ming
.Liu you open the door for Mr.. Lorraine,
athiIde r"
Yes, miss" The girl dropped her eyes and
iored exqnisitely.
lnez went straight to her cousin, carmine 4