The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1883-08-04

A Goods story of KeaI Life in Paris, BY
Emile ZoIa.

4 Good Story OF hea4 Lie IN EhFast's
Emile ZoIa.
Brooklyn Eagle.
san~s.cullottes had hit his wife on the
nose. The occasion Of this attention was
a grand iete at the cobbler's across the Rue
Fifnette had put on q pair Of seeks for the
event, socks which sans-culottes wantedtc
pop at the hook shop for brandy.
"Ohe, ma neG!" screamed Fifnette. Il
was the first stepin her downfall.
The candles in the cobbler's shop burn
ed brightly. A ham was on the table and
the spirits were hidden behind the door
To show his hatred Of the aristocrAts, the
cobbler had refused 10 have his Windows
washed. His name was Baldlsours,
"Good evening, Fiinette," he said:
Finette placed her feet on the table 10
show her socks.
The cobbler pinched her toe. He was 9
dashipg fellow, this BaldisourS, and bad
noticed Fifnette before. Once he had
kissed her and another time he had sent
her some dandelionS from the country
where be was engaged in making a pair o.
boots for a rich relative.
Fiinette laughed, and Baldisours pulled
her ear. :,
Sans.cullotes was Fifnette's husband.
de was a blacksmith and spent all his mo-
ney in buttermilk ir the post restante In
the Rue d'Italienne. Fiinette had con
tracted q m%organatic marriage with him
when she was s years old. He had thump'
ed her regularly ever since.
~ am tired Of being thumped," said Fl
tnette.
Il won't thump you, Fiinette," said the
cobbler.
Fiiuette grinned, and that night he
knocked all the bark of her ear. She told
her friends at the lavatory next morning
that B%aldisours had given her the worst
licking she had ever had.
Deserted by Eiiuette, S~aus-cullottes
went to the wall. He had loaded himself
with buttermilk until his liver was all Out
o forder and then he bad to go to the hos
pital. When Fiinette was told OF it, all
her young love for s~ans.culIottes came
back TO her, and she abandoned the cobb
Ter for the hat peddler oithe Rue around the
corner. The hat peddler didn't know her,
but he took her Ia and licked her worse
than the cobbler had. To all this Fifinette
laughed. She liked the hat peddler. His
habits were regular. He got drunk three
times a day and licked her whenever he
got drunk. She had lived with him two
weeks when she heard the cobbler had in
herIted ten or fifteen sous from his rich rel
atives.
Baldisours was living with Georgienne,
the tall blonde.
"Gst out Of this" said Fifnette. 81 have
come back"
"But you won't stay back" retorted
Georgienne, and she went for Fitiaette. It
was a cruel fight. When they finished
Baldisours couldn't tell which was which.
He cast up a centime.
"Heads for the one in a smashed nose"
he said.
1t came down heads. The one in a
smashed nose was Fitinette. When Baldi-
soun learned this TACT q week later he was
delighted. He really liked Fiinette and
missed her.
Sans-culIottes got better and came out OF
the hospital. He found his wife just getting
ready to abandon the cobbler again.
"Uome with ME, FlfneIte," he said.
They took a flat on the top story Of a
shot tower. F.iinette had always pinned for
fresh air. H.reshe could get 1t.
They lived together ten minutes, and
then Fifinette left with 8 map peddler. He
punched her head other than any OF her
other husbands. Fiinette liked this.
There is nothing a woman so hates as
%mediocrity.
S~ans-cuilottes fell out Of his window in
the shot tower and struck on top OF Bal.
disours.
"Pardon, monsieur" exclaimed Sans
cullottes.
"Certainament, monsieur!" replied Bal
disours with q smile.
And then they both died. Fiinette had
brought them to this. Her mission was
the destruction OF men. Even the map
peddler was not getting on pretty we'll with
her. AT last he blew his brains ou! to get
rid OF her.
"What shall l do?" thought Fiinette.
At that moment the cholera broke out in
Egypt. The next day FIfiHelte was attack
ed. She suffered dreadfully. Her rawlings
were frightlul. One moment she would
lie on her back and howl, and the next
she would tam on her face aud yell. Three
or four times she doubled up like a foot
rule and kquealed, and then she Topped
over on her aide and bawled. The physi-
clans watched her case with the utmost in
terest. She suffered for six days and then
she blew up with a tremendous report.
"Who have you got in that pine box?"
asked Georgienne OF the men who were
carrying something to the Potters' field.
"FIfinette," they replied.