St. Landry democrat., 1880-01-03
Why She Dried Her Tears.

AS the train over the Detroit, Lans-
ing and Northern road reached Ply
mouth the other day, going West, a
couple on the depot platform were
seen to embrace, kiss, hug again and
separate, and the woman got aboard
the train with her handkerchief to her
eyes. She seated herself in front of a
man with an open face and any amount
OF sympathy around the corners of his
eyes, and he presently leaned forward,
and said
1t is, indeed, hard to part from
those we love-"
"Y-yes, it's"
band 2"
"Y-yes.'
You are to leave his happy home
for visit to some friends, | prcsumen
Yes, I'm going to Lansing to see
ma"
Just So" continued the benevolent
man, "yet how hard it is to tear your
self from the side of your dear partner.
You no doubt believe him the dearest
man on earth ~
"Y-yes."
81 saw him press something into
your hand as he left, and he seemed to
say. Here my DAZZLING, is gift from
your HuSbduu.' HOW lOYeftlkG--nOW
like good husband"
The woman had one hand tightly
shut. She now opened it, brushed her
THE miserable, contemplate old
thing-lll stay all winter and not write
him a single word wish l could see
him just about q nlinutew
Madam, why this agitation 2" asked
the man.
"That's why!' she snapped, as she
hurled a quarter against the front door.
"That's what he pressed into my hand
at parting, and that's the pin-money he
expected to last me three weeks, and
pay fare home on dog! Ii | ever get
back, I'll broomstick him out of his
boots !"
How lover like-how wife-li kew
sighed the old man, as he fell back,
while the woman raised the window,
and poked her head out, aud made up
faces at the last house in Plymouth.
A KING CHALLENGED By A Posi-
It is. not often that a subject ventures
to challenge his sovereign, but this, it'll
appears, was recently done by the
Swedish poet Bjornson. King Oscar,
who has considerable reputation as |
an author, takes a strong interest in |
contemporary Swedish literature, and
is sometimes rather free in his criticisms
of well-known writers. He Lately |
passed an unfavorable Judgment on a
new work by Bjornson, expressing at
the same time some contempt for the |
general character of his wOrk.tn1 The |
indignant poet at once wrote to His |
Majesty demanding that he should,
apologize for the insult or grant the |
only satisfaction that would be accep-
ted by man Of honor. The king was
prosaic enough to hand the letter to the
police authorities of Stock helm, who
forthwith instituted proceedings against
the writer. Bjornson suddenly dis
covered that change of air would
suit him, and has now ample leisure to
consider whether, after all, king
should have the right to express lite
Eary opinion only at the risk OF his life.
MATERIAL FOR A PLAY.-Material for
n play that would bring down the gal
lery gods every five minutes comes
from Pontoise, France. The story is
one of love, in which the emotional ac-
inches to spare. Mile. Clemence Bios
sier, aged 16 years, became enamored
Of o swain who lived in the same vii
lage. Anvers, which is near Pontoise,
but her parents objected to the match
and put her under lock and key. She
stood at the window of her prison and
hurled burning fagot to the roof Of ,
house; then a second fagot
to another house, and so on until the
village was wrapped in flames. Her
lover broke into her prison, rescued
her, mounted fieet-footed steed and
But MI. Blossier was not al
lowed to enjoy the fruits OF her strata
gem. She was arrested and condemned
to ten years hard labor for arson.
There's good deal Of the calcrnm
light business in this.