Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1884-10-31
THE new PoRTIA.


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'sYou that choose not by the view -
Chance ~ fair and choose as true" E
1, Merchant of Venice.
"Comew u.~, r.
And, in answer to the above invita-
ton, the door was quickly opened, ad-
uniting to Portals boudoir her friend
and confdante, Mignonnette Glare. i.
"Ah eherie,"" exclaimed the yivacious
little Partisan. "But what is the child
doing?" and She paused, gazing in sur
prise at the fair Portia, WHO, in charm
ing morning toilette, was seated before
an etageres Of exquisite workmanship,
whereon reposed. in TOW, half a dozen
photographs which the beautiful young
American contemplated with half
amused, half satirical expression as she
was interrupted by the entrance Of her
friend AIignonnette, who again queried: :.
"What is the child doing?" fE /
"On]y selecting hus band, petite,
but don't let the matter cause you any
anxiety, for dare say [ shall be able to
form q conclusion, which, ifnot exact
~ pleasing to myself, will satisfy that
august parsonage, my aunt, who has
discoursed to me of an eligible part,
marriage settlement, etc, until The
world seems to contain little else. And
this morning., driven to desperation by
the oft-repeated request that I would
seriously consider my prospects and
come to decision, I am now making o
frantic effort to dc so. But" she added
with earnest impulsiveness, dropping the
| scornful utterance of her former re-
marks, II fancy the attempt will prove
failure, for I cannot, will not, sell N.Y.
self for marriage title. My heart must
precede my hand" 49,.
ooh, qui vous etes singuliere" and
Mgnonnette, with unbounded astonish-
ment in her eloquent black eyes, re-
garded Portia half pityingly. Then she
said' gayly: *'But, machere, tell me the
result of your meditations. Surely in
that collection you might find le beau
chevalier."
"I.isten them" said Portia, with a lit
tie gesture Of Impotence, "and you shall
know the ,sult Of my reyerie to the time
Ct your welcome entrance: First in the
line is one you we'll know, Monsieur LIE
Comte, and I think T may not better
dispose Of him than to quote the'words
of nv illustrious namesake: God made
him, and therefore let him pass for a
man. The second aspirant for loves
favor is young Louis, of the guards and
brother to duke, but, my dear,
his affection resembles an empty pocket
| book-valueless to the possesscr. Some
love, you know, like the well-tilled
purse, will meet the wishes of your
heart, but his, alas, answers to my
first smile, empty, valueless. Edouard,
the third, more tickle than the wind,
for that uncertain element will some
| LILIES AUS COuloS, Willie AS AEYcA
| does-different man each day of the
! week and wearied with SO much same
! ness oft assumes an additional charac-
ter or 50 between times. The Earl,
royal only in name, and now come to
No. 5--Raoul, the dark-eyed barrister,
with profession but no practice"
"Why that sigh Portia?" But the
maiden, ne'er needing our silent query,
passes on to No. 6, which she disposes
ofthus: "Now Mignonnette, last, if not
least, allow me to present to you his
Royal highness, Lord R. worth I know
not how many millions, and need not
tell you, by my aunt considered the
eligible party. He Is dissipated and
heartless, without doubt, but then the
world overlooks such TRIES if counter
balanced by sufficient bank account, -"
and something like sheer CURED the
tempting lips of the lovely American as
with an impatient gesture she tossed
aside the millionaire's photo and re-
turned to that OF the young barrister.
her look Of scorn changing to one of
she n1urmurnd, SO low that Mignonnette
only half guessed her meaning: Ear
more precious than royal diadem is a
| loyal heart" .~.. 81. ts,g.5r.
| At twilight Of the same day upon
which the above conversation took place
Portia is standing at the DRAWN room
window of her aunts stately mansion
near the grand avenue of the Champs
Elysee, where partially hidden by the
heavy curtains, which fall in graceful
folds around her silent white-robed fig
ure, she seems, in the cleaning shad-
! ows, one Of those angel visitants who,
lifting with loving hands The mystic veil
come at the vesper hour to wish us good
| night and carry our prayers to heaven,
while in the dark azure sky above the
stars come Silently one by one as if to
! light for return the angels pathway
and Portia still dreams at the window,
gazing anon into the sonewhatdeser
/ street, and little beyond, the place de
! lEtoile, with the famous arch Of Tri-
umph, whose lofty and imposing pro-
portions seem like mighty sentinel
! keeping watch over the sslumbering city
| enue Bots de Bologne, beautiful in the
moonlight With the paths and flowing
gardens leading to the park. the famous
| Bots de Bologne, a fayorite resort and
most delightful retreat, its sparkling
lakes now cleaning in wondrous scin-
tillating beauty kissed by The Radiant
Queen of Night. = a. &s...*'
! More thar beautiful tits glorious, d-
vine,s mufmured a young mar, who,
| emerging from one OF the shady paths
loverhung by lux uriant foliage PASSED