The Northern Pacific farmer., 1882-09-21
PAULINE'S LOVE.
n Story Of Paris, from the German
of Albert Mclanle

of Albert Mclander.
During the Exposition I arrived in
Paris from New Haven, via Dieppe,
and took lodgings in the Rue de Rome,
in respectable hotel garni, wherein l
had stopped sometime before the war.
Its proprictors we're no longer the same.
but in an adjoining cafe discovered ia
mi|iar old faces. The woman behind
| the cashiers desk recognized and sa-
iu ed me Heartily.
eve have endured terrible times
since our last meeting" she said II
have often thought that we would see
You sooner; but after all, what char ns
c:,u Paris have for you without Pau.
lirr??" =,
"Nithout Pauline?" interrupted her
hurricdly; "is she no longer here?"
Il, have not seen her since them"
was her halting rrjoinder.
"And her brothcr?'
"Ilc l., married and temporarily en-
gagged as an engineer in the marine de-
ltlrtncnt of the exposition. Their
mother, If I err not, still resides in the
avenue de Clichy.'
Thanking her, took my leave and
having summoned q servant to collect
III" baggage and made some need
fiji alterations i'll my attire, ! immediate
ly repaired to the Avenue dc Clichy in
d ii;lric. On arriving there I found
n.,,i'in; altered aud alis}ltcd. The en-
tire neiyhborhood was only too familiar
to me, and | soon stepped across the
threshold Of that house which some
years before had enclosed the object of
all my longings and aspirations. With
rapidly beating heart mounted the
wcll-known staircase. On the third
floor pulled that bell for whose tone Il
lovely being had often waited for hours
and never vainly. 1t now penetrated
my heart like the stab of dagger. A
little Iir! of seven years opened the
door. | desired to sec Madame 'Lefevre
'"Whpm shall announcer" oueried
tie pleasant child.
''.\n obi friend" dare not mention
myself by name. Presently stood be-
foro the old lady; She had visibly alter
ed, for her Wonted lovely glance of good
nature had given way to cutting OK
preston Of severity and coldness.
"Wio arc you and what may be your
Etasl,re?" she asked.
DO you no longer recognize me"' [
had advanced a few PAGES and extended
Il hand 1uiyering with excitement She
stepped Backward nevertheless: !.
"What impudencep she ,nuttered, as
though talking to herself. "Monsielr,"
she continued, with a tone of icy cold
ness, 81 do not recognize you; but if I
ever lave known YOU | shall curse the
day. .that has brought you to my :house,
unto the last moment of my life. Go!
Claire, show the German out"
At these words she had vanished. I
could scarcely trust my senses. This
woman had formerly called me her son.
care you Prussian? Grandma hates
the rrs1ssians,"' said the child, ,*on open
/ Ing tlle,lOOr. = - -
turned my steps sadly elsewhere.
If such be the mother, what reception
will the daughter accord and where shall
up her brother. Have not come to ex-
tend forgiveness for past wrongs as we'll
as to do appreciative homage, to- that
patriotism at whose shrine >plighted
troth oncefefl sacrifced?: !. =
l had learned to know Pauline on a
tete day at st. Cloud. On that occasion
she was amusing herself in the company
of her brother and his betrothed and Of
another young man, an intimate friend
Of the former. I lay with several ac-
Qnailitanccs upon the green sward, just
up there where the glorious panorama
OF the large and magnificent CITY un-
folds itself endlessly to the wondering
eyes of the beholder. My friends drew
my attention to the girl She reclined
c*:'c!csHly upon the ground. Her head,
with it's wonderfully expressive face,
half fconcealedsby dark brown streaks of
:slkell texture, thus disheveled by the
avtion Of games and the dance, rested
upon the arm Of a carcssing female
friend 1t was a lovely sight and my
heart beat violently within me. Had
any one Of my glanees been c;tl1ght up
bv her own? She blusheu UNDER it like
all open lotus flower and assumed mod
est attitude. When immediately there
af:cr the dance had been resumed, she
seemed fatigued and declined the invi.
tations OF the young man who accompan-
led her more than once; Nevertheless
her glances stole bashfully towards me;
She did not decline my invitation. We
u"necd together, and ! discovered in my
conversation with her, to my suddensas-
t''nislmcnt, that / was not entirely a
stranger to her. In reality she was a
ncShoor of mine; nothing but a yard
separated our windows from each other,
and l had never before observed h ,r.
Thus, when her brother approached,
she found herself able to introduce me:
See, Etienue, this is the gentleman
| who plays the piano SO finely
| . Her words and the artless manner of
pronouncing them dissipated the lower
| ing folds of his brow and quickly made
us acquainted with each othor. But the
other young man-who might he be?
Later [ learned to recognize him as a
good friend of the family, as we'll as {,
secret. but as yet unaccepted lover Of
Pauline. We soon parted at that time
i did net wish to appear forward, but
who shall dataiLall the minor @intrigiles
and wsr strategemss that followed here
upon? Who the sweet sense of expecta-
| ton wherewit}l | peered across to an
curtains of my own? And who the
| heart beats, when her lovely head came
| to view, or when two littlewaxen fingers
| pressed against that rosy little mouth
the disappointment when waited vain
! ly, or when she, after throwing me q
hand-kiss, blushingly hurried away?
And soon-oh, it was very soon-we
had found and understood each other
| It was then no longer capricious bit Of
child's play; there followed earnes
holy vows for life. Where are those
vows? Were they but the offspring oil
an evanescent feminine humor? Long
was I constrained thus to believe. Often
she teased. me with the young man
admirers, and if I grew angry, ,or sad
she would gaze penitentially and lovingly
into my eyes until my very heart over
flowed and say:
"You, dear one, I can. only live for
yon" p ,Ifj =. y ,". N>,@.t
Then again would she discover a
strong desire to know more concerning
me, and one day she bluntly questioned
me:
1 l.