The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1884-09-19

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Handsome Madams BAyatd,. in her
black dress and plAinly braided hsir,
vs. sitting ct her desk d The bAok 1t
the shop. writing quietly Ii 81 immense
rass-bound ledger, when her husband
came home. after having done his COM
missions for themorning. Hestopped on
the threshold to grumbfe at hiswotkmen
for taking 20 long time to unload d
wagon from the Northern Railway, that
was drawn up BY the pavement, filed
with q dozen barrels Of glucose for the
great chemist Of the Rue Vieille du Tenn.
pie.
II have bad news for you, !" said Mad
anne Bayard, 'wiping her pen in . little
pot Of steel shavings, as her husband
came into the glass cage. "Poor voisin
Il dead"
"Leons iitirsel All, poor woman
And her little girlT'
"That is Che saddest part Of IL, my
dear. Ono II poor voisinis relatives
writes to me that they arc too poor to
burden themselves with the child, md
thk they wlhbe obliged to send her TO
the asylum. oh, those peasants!"
The druggist stood silent for mo-
ment. pulling his thick blonde beard
then, suddenly looking at his wife with
Finally eyes, he said:
"You know, Mimi, she is Icons fos-
ter.sister. II we were Is tribe herr
"That is what I thought" his knrH
some wife answered, simply.
"That it rightp cried big Bayard,
stopping over his wife and kissing her
on the forehead, without troubling him
self about Whist his workmen and shop
boys might think Of it. "That is right!
You are q good woman; Mimi; We will
fetch little Norinig3 home. here, and she
shall be brought up with Leon. Thst
won't ruin us. AndI have just dons a
grand stroke of business. We will go
to Argenteuil Sunday and fetch tho
child; Il will lie nice little excursion
for u.s."
ards ise md s an honor, to th e drug trade.
Their marriage hssd ioined two houses
that had long lived rivalsi f& Bayard .
was the "son" OF the "Silver Pestlej"
winch had been founded by his great
eiran tffktbsr; H5V, in the Rue Vieille
du Temple, Snd h6. had married the
heiress Of the Offering to Esculapills, "
of the Rue DIES Lombards, ali Getnbish.
ment which dated back to the first EN-;
pire, as was duly set forth by its sign
beard, copied from Gucrin's celebrated
picture; Worthy people! very worthy
people! And there were many more
like them still in the Md Partisan som.
MERGE, whatever people may say; keep
ing up the old traditions; giving back
the pain BENT to the parrish church,
going to the upper boxes at the Opera
Comique on Sundays, and innocent
Of the secret of false weights. It
was the cure Of Blanc Manteaux who
had made the inatch--he and his
brother Of Santa Merri The cure
Of Blanc Manteaux had administered
extreme JUNCTION to Bayard Gle, 70;
ther on, his death bed, and it
had frightened him Is see q young
man of twenty-five weighed Gown by
the whole responsibility of such al i'm
portant house as the "Silver Pestle," a
house famous for its ipecacuanhas: and
his confrere Of Saint Merri had been
very anxious to establish MGdemeiselle
Simonin, whom he had confirmed, and
whose father, old Simonin of the "Off-
ing to Esculapius, famous for its cam
phors, was one OF his most solid parish
toner's. Their joint negotiations sue
ceeded the cainphor and the ipecacu-
nnha-two excellent specia1ties-were
united in the holy bonds Of inatritnSny
there was dinner and abnll at Vefour's
and for the last ten years Madame Bay
ard had worked quietly every day, win
Ter and summer, in her glass cage; and,
with her pale brunette skin i her sim:
ply braided hair, was the ideal Of all
the young shopm'en in tho Suinte- Croix
de 10 Bretonnerie quarter.
For long time there had been q
trouble In this happy home, q ciofa
i'll the pure sky; the Bayard's had no
heir; and it was not till five years after
their marriage that little Leon made
his appearance. You may imagine how
joyfuliy he was welcomed. Now they
would he able to write some day, under
the "Silyer Pestle," these magic words
"Bayard g. Son." Only as the child
arrived just at the isinglass- melting
season, when Madame Bayard's pres
ence in the shop was indispensable, she
could not think OF nursing him herself.
She, was obliged, too, to give up the
idea of taking o nurse for him at home.
on account of the unhealthy atmosphere
of this corner of old Paris, and she was
obliged to content herself with jour.
hey to Argenteuil every Sunday, with
her husband, osee her son at his nurses,
Mother Voison, who was overwhelmed,
as one may suppose, with coffee, sugar,
and other delicacies. At the end
of eighteen months Mother voison
brought back the baby in splendid
condition, ann now, for the last
two years, nursery-maid, care.
fully chosen, had taken the child
out for On airing every day in the
Square of the Tour Saint. Jacques, and
displayed the fine rosy cheeks and dim
pies Of the future druggist to Eer com
panions. So that the good Bayards
when they heard of the death of Mother
Voisin, could not bear to think of the
little girl who had been fed with the
same milk rs their son being abandoned
to public charity, and they went tc
Argenteuil to fetch her.
Poor little Norinel For the fort.
night since her mother was laid in the
grave she had been taken in by a cou'
sin, who kept an inn and billiard.room
and although not five years old, she
was already set TO wash the tumblers.
Monsieur and Madame Bayard thought
her charming, with her great eyes the
color of the summer sky, aud her lux.
uriant fair hair that fell loose from hel
ugly, black mourning cap. Leon, who
had been brought down, too, with his
nurse, kissed his foster sister; and the
cousin, who had boxed the orphans ears
that very morning for neglecting tc
sweep out the hall, was as affected as il
losing Norine broke his heart. How.
over, he was comforted whom his Pari
sian visitors ordered q copious break.
fast.
It was beautiful Sunday in June