Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-08-03
The Champs Elysees.

One sunday an Old fOur-seated cabrlO
let is slowly descending the great avenu,
of the Champs Elysees. In it are gen
tleman and his two chilqren-two it'll,
girls.
The wretched vehicle makes but poo,
show, with its muddy wheels, it's horse
hanging it's head, and coachman in al
old gray hat, by the side of the magnif.
cent equipages that fly past like the wind
What would you haves On certain days
it is not easy to hire decent carriage
One takes what one can get. The gen
tleman hailed the cab at the corner of the
Rue du Colisee, where his daughters
board1ng-school is.
The little girls are charming, one is {
years old, the other 8.
The father has to hold on to them
sometimes by the hand, sometimes by
the dress. Else they would fall, for they
cannot remain quiet minute. Every
instant they are leaning out, or kneeline
on the front seat. They ask questions
about all they see, all that is going on
They stretch out their hands to the hur
ry-go-rounds, the little carriages drawn
by goats, the toy-balloons, and the mer
who sell cakes. It is one continual vol
ley Of questions and CALCULATIONS.
The gentleman smiles at all those lit
tie speeches and little cries, but his smile
is sad. He is man past his 10th year
His features are regular, his appearance
distinguished.
His story is simple, like many dramat
ic ones.
After several years of all apparently
uneventful married life, his wife left him
to run away with a singer. The gentle.
man was left with two little girls, whom
he adored. Every Sunday afternoon he
calls at their boarding school to take
them out for a walk, and then to dinner
at restaurant.
That day the weather was really beau.
tiful. He told the coachman to continue
as far as the Bots de Boulogne. He pro.
poses to go around both the lakes, and tc
dine at the Pavilion d'Asmenouviile or al
the Porte Maillot.
The little darlings are wild with ioy.
In the great avenue near the hills, gild.
eel by setting sun, carriage follows car.
rage, each richer and handsomer thar
the other. The horses have shining coats
and delicate limbs. They seem to fy
decked with their silver harness
The footmen are powdered. embroidered,
stiff, and starched; their knee-breeches
show off their superb calves to advantage
On the cushions are stunning" toilets, a
dazzle Of dress, a waving of parasols, a
kaleidoscope Of faces. Whoever has rep.
utatlon, money, rank, or beauty, is going
to the Bots.
Suddenly one of the little girls-the
most inquisitive- cries out:
"0h! papa! papap
sssWhat?"
"But look therein that carriage lust
beside us-that lady with the funny hal,
hair all red-she looks like picture
out of bookv'
The father looks, and becomes CHASTITY
pale. He seizes his children by the hands
and involuntarily draws them to him
Tuning to the coachman, he orders him
to go back.
''Ain't we going to the Bots de Bou-
logne2' says the little ones, complain.
."No, children; I have changed my
mind
ooh! papap'
"But you will not lose anything, dar-
hngs, l assure you. We will dine at the
Palais Royal, and go to see the new fairy
piece at the Chatelet afterwards"
The old cabriolet wends its way slowly
to Paris, and goes humping and bump
ing along the Champs Elysees, causing
no little merriment among the passers-
by.