Morning journal and courier., 1880-11-19
Sara's Chief Romance.


 The story of Mele Bernharts chief affec- tion is told at great length in number of pa pers. Briefly, there was youth named Michel He had been peasant when Sara was peasant. He had wild eyes, scared look, a patch on his pantaloons, and hayseed in his hair It was the habit of Michel to stand lin the dark ally-way that led to the stage-door." Occasionally Sara would stop and chat with him, and they would recall the happy days when they sat together on the back stoop and looked up at the silent stars. From his post of inaction he could hear the audience within cheer his favorite, and it made him jealous. All the while Sara was haunted by the wild eyes. Once she brought him finetooth comb, and he was happy for days. At another time tress of her floating hair caught in his vest button, and he lived on the memory of 1t till they thought he was another Dr. Tanner. One day she said, q love Michel and he loves me. He is a good fellow" The persons by whom she was surrounded clapped their hands and said, ''So then, it will be a match" My friends, '' said Sara mournfully, her grey eyes swimming in tears, ''what do you take me make him miserable ? Am mere heartless singer, like Frau Lucca or Madame Patti When I marry for keeps, and if marry now I should surely swap Michel off in three months and break his heart. Mo- he must wait till am old. And besides, am l not al
 
 immediate necessity for this thing" Then she shed tears and threw few books and inkstands at them, and they understood that the subject must not broached again.
 One day after rehearsal Michel stood, usual, at his post in the dark ally-way, weep ing and wiping the tears away with his sleeve. Sara went sweeping by with richly dressed escort. Suddenly she stopped and asked her companion, Have you an umbrella? He said that unfortunately he had forgotten to bring one. ''Well'' she returned spitefully what kind of a man are you, anyhow? Don't you see that Michel is all of a shower? We shall be soaked. Go and get an umbrella as quick as you can.'' The gallant escaped from the seorching severity of her eyes as quickly as possible. ''Now, my friend" she said turning to Michel, want to talk to you like mother,'' and she led the way to her carriage 'sYou haunt me. You plague me. Your eyes follow me wherever go. I can not escape them. Why is this? Do you not know this is foolishness I have so many lovers that know not what to do. I don't mind telling you that love you; but what has that to do with it Come, come why do you not go away? Go, sir and never let me see your face again. Do you mean It F said Michel, turning pale. Do you think am talking for my own amusement ?" said Sara. ''Very weI,' said Michel leaping from the carriage. 1T think l understand. Farewell And he disappeared ''Humph !'' sa1d Sara, gazing aI JUG sPoC "A.on A1 Aou occupied with an unutterable longing, I wish he hadn't been in such deuced hurry about it."
 Days sped by and still Michel remained away One morning man in a blouse, who was acquaintance of Michel, thought he would call upon that individual As he as- cended the stairs leading to the lads apart ments, he remarked to himself, snifing. the air impatiently, q guess somebody's been starting a soap factory around here" The door WAS locked, and getting chair he looked into the room though the transom. "WeIl, he said sententiousIy, Gin my opin- ion he ought to have been buried as much as three days ago. ''They brought the news rap idly to Sara. She received it with stony eyes and set lips. Poor Michel !" she finally said. q shall never marry. I don't see that there is the slightest necessity for it, anyhow. We do these things better in France. But never mind. Get him up first-class funeral and send the bill to me