St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1881-12-10

WOuldnt do Tor my old masters sake,
"Hold your tongue, you idiot,
roared Mr.. UmbergloWth, and he gave
an anticipatory wriggle as he spoke.
Beg pardon, sir, no oilense was
MEANT said Doddles. IN wait till
you're ready"
81 think the hour is up now.n re-
marked the lawyer, timidy, as he
looked at his watch. "Perhaps-h'm
the ladies would like to Withdraw
The ladies did withdraw, and so did
the gentlemen who had not been de-
puted to witness the execution. They
went into the next room and waited
in silence. Soon the sounds that fell
on their ears convinced them that bod
dies was laboring diligently to deserve
his fee.
The punishment was over. The great
and plump Stephen had born it stoical-
ly-or, at any rate, without baWling.
But few moments afterward sudden
shout of CONSERVATION and anger arose.
1t drew Dennis Callingclereto the door,
and made all the others troop in after
him as soon as they were tod that they
could intrude with propriety.
What had happened was this: When
Doddles had discharged his task (Which
truly seemed to have been a labor of
love to him), he drew from his pocket
folded paper, saying to the heir whom
he had chastened:
"Beg pardon, sir, as | was overhaul
ing the carriage when we returned
from the funeral found this in one OF
the pockets.
"Why, it's another willn' shricked
Stephen, forgetting the smart Of his
stripes in this new shock.
Il dessay, sir. My poor master
must have put it there the last time he
went for an airing, ten days ago. He
had told me to drive to Mr. Purkin' S,
but half way there he felt so bad that
we had to drive back, and he was I'M
conscious when we lifted him out of the
carriage. y
Confusion and cursesr' beloved
Stephen Umberglowth. as he opened
the document and scrutinized its con-
tents Why-why, this will divides
the property among us in four equal
parts. Then-then | have submitted
to this indignity, this monstrous in
dignity for nothing"
He clenched his fists and strobe
towards Doddles, as if he would have
pulverized him, but his niece Alice
laid a soothing hand on his arm.
"Never mind, Uncle Stephen, you
will have got something more by the will
than any of us, after all.-London Truth.
Politeness Of French Children.
Politeness with the French is matter
of education as well as nature. The
French child is taught that lesson from
the beginning OF its existence, and it is
made part of its life. 1t is the one
thing that is never forgotten and lack
of it is never forgiven. French chill
dren do not go clamoring for the best
places, and sulking if they do not get
them, and talking in rude, boisterous
way. They do not take favors and at
tentions as matter of course and unac-
knowledged. The slightest attention
shown them is acknowledged by the
sweetest kind of bow-not the dane
ng-masters bow, but genuine one
and the invariable ''Merci, monsieurr'
or madame, or mademoiselle, as the
case may be.
was in a compartment with little
French boy of y, the precise age at
which American children, as rule, de.
serve killing for their rudeness and gen
eral disagreeableness He was dressed
faultlessly, but his clothes were not the
chief charm. sat between him and the
open window, and he was eating pears.
Now, an American boy of that age
would either have dropped the cores
upon the floor or tossed them out OF the
windows, without regard to anybody.
But this small gentleman, every time,
with Permit me, monsieur" said in
the most pleasant way, rose and came
to the window and dropped them out,
and then, '.Merci, monsieur" as he
quietly took his seat. l am sorry to
say that such small boys do not travel
on American railroads to any alarming
extent. Would they were more fire.
quent.
And when in his seat, if an elderly
person or any one else came in, he was
the very first to rise and offer his place
if it were in the slightest degree more
comfortable than the one vacant and
the good nature with which he insisted
upon the newcomer taking it was
something altogether too sweet for
anything" as the faro bankeress would
say.
And this boy was no exception. He
was not show-boy out posing before
the great American republic, or such oil
it as happened to be in France at the
time; but he was sample, q type OF
the regulation French build. l have
seen just as much politeness in the
ragged waits in the Faubourg St. An.
tome, where the child never saw the
blue sky more than the little patches
that could be seen over the tops oil
seven-storied houses, as l ever did in
in the Champs Elysee. One Sunday, in
St. Cloud, where the ragged children Of
poverty are taken by their mothers fol