The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1882-04-19

Ullu BIO WIS very nuHubOlne anu luuy-
like; and the young man found new
kind of pleasure in returning to take his
second lesson.
"Mademoiselle," said he, as he
stopped TO rest and sat down on a stiff.
backed chair, "shall l be perfect by
Wednesday,
In his French way, so entirely desti-
tute of shyness, he had told her all
about the important event which was to
come of on that Wednesday, had ex-
planned how anxious he was to SEQ his
future wife, and how graceful and
chaymante she was-she must be "that
angel q dem0iSeLic." But all this
had taken place ut the first lesson, and
for some reason Monsieur lie Vicomte on
this occasion had said much less of the
forthcoming event.
"Assuredly, monsieur, mademoiselle
shall have no reason to complain. But
you are no doubt consumed with anxiety
TO see her?'
"Ah, am / not?" replied the Vi
comte, with French ejaculation. "But
mademoiselle herself is entirely charm.
ing y and the young man looked very
sincere as he said this, though he added
no word OF emphasis while mademoi-
selle, who should have been hardened
by long practice against the warmest flat
terry, seemed unaccountably embar-
raised, and resumed the business of the
hour with wonderful alacrity.
If they were not already in love, they
We're rapidly approaching that stage ;
and on this day, as the young French
man stood in the dingy street waiting
for his cab, the gloomy faded neighbor-
hood struck him with full sense of in
congruity, it seemed to accord so i'll with
the grace and elegance that still I'M
pressed his mind. How much more at
home, he thought, she would look in
Eaton Square OF i'll the spacious rooms
at the Embassy And mconsciously he
breathed a hope that Mademoiselle de
Ia Pentmere might be like her. Three
more lessons-the calculation came nat
urally TO him-three more lessons, she
had said, would make him perfect.
Wherever he went during the next
three days, to park, dinner or ball, the
, Vicomte cudld not avoid comparing all
the ladies whom he met with his dane
ing mistress and, when the last occasion
actually came on which he was to see
her, his oeys were open to the fact that
he was in love-he, II Frenchman, man
OF the world, 80 years old, and ready to
range himself, was positively in love |!
So at the last lesson this little scene
brought itself to pass. The pupil had
taken his final turn with his teacher,
and she had pronounced that only prac-
tice was needed to give him the smooth
ness of the perfect Walter.
al must bid you adeu, then ?" said
he softly, taking her hand instead OF
making the low bow that, as teacher Of
department, she could have exacted.
eyes, monsieur | am certain that
you will not forget the step"
Forget it, Adrienne All, could
ever forget it p And the Vicomte caught
her in his arms aud kissed her.
The result was quite contrary to his
expectations. First, she boxed his ear,
soundly, or rathcr one of them, and thsr
burst into tears, which, whether caused
byrage or confusion, were certainly sin
ccrc and more effective.
The Vicomte flung himself on hi:
knees aud set himself ferycntly to pac
iiy her and put things on proper foot.
ing. But malcmoisclle was MORALLY
offended. Never had he known such al
oilense regarded so severely. She wa
inconsolable and she was silent say,
for sObs.
J At last she suddenly made for The
door, and Monsieur 10 Vicomte, Iii
future bride, the event OF the coming
Wednesday, and the wrath of the fami
lies forgotten, in an ecstasy of repent
ance implorcd her to marry him, to b,
his wife.
Monsieur" replied she with dignity
stopping hort, "yon forget that you
are to marry another"
"Rut, Adnenne, my darling, listen
/ love only you"
"And what of your mother and the
Marquis de la Penthiere?"
IL am thinking only of You i cried
he in n tone Of despair, as the indigna'
ton of these persons occurred to him.
"Nay, Monsieur, will not suffer this
madness. You have insulted me, but
will not exact such a punishment. Hea
me. On one condition | will forgiv
you"
Whatever it be, L will win your pau
DON" -,
81 take you at your word. You vii
before you marry-nay, at your hrs
meeting with Mile. de Ia Penthiere-
tell her of your recent misconduct. Yc
have wronged her as much as myself. "
81 have promised, Mile. Adrienne,
he cried, with q groan. but what
your"
"Of meP' said she proudly, bowin
low. 81 pardon you. Adieu, Monsieur
And, before the young man could aga
interpose, she disappeared, the do
} closed behind her, and he was left alol
in the unfinished salon.
"Well, / am fool |" he soliloquize
/ rs he licked his way through Gold'
, Square and Beak street. "Id ha
, married her, though what madame n
mother would have said I don't kno'
, and, as to Mademoiselle de Ia Penthier
how shall tell her I don't know. b
I've promised, and the Carmignols ke
their word" he added with a groan,
he remembered how q few minutes es
4 lier he had offered to break his me
S solemn engagement. .,
0 Even at the French Embassy, IL
= stately building which, thanking t
). Albert Gate, induces country cousins
n ask what it is, great ball is herald
by some slight but perceptible prepa.
4 tions; but these were little apparent
d the Vicomte was usheredup the spaclt
n staircase to the smallest drawing-roo
L Here the Marquis de 10 Penthiere
@ ceived him very cordially; for they, W
1t old friends, as far as men OF differ
|. ages can be, and the Marquis had
,r bibed sufficient English pfejudices
r, to have handed over his daughter to
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