The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1885-05-06
ATYPlCAL FRENCH GROUP.
Delightful Dinner That Sets Core
sPondent Dreaming. Enkg
New Orleans Cor. Courier-JournaLI

Delightful Dinner That Sets IA Core
sPOndent Dreaming. Ekg
New Orleans Cor. Courier-J ournaLJ
Next to you on the other side is a
family party-monsieur, madame, the
little ma'amselle and an elderly friend of
the family. Just now the friend of the
family has both shoulders shrugged up to
his ears, his elbows close to his sides,
both forearms extended straight
forward, his two hands spread
out, palms upward. 1t is an
expressive gesture, but he makes it more
so by arching his eyebrows and sending
them, like two short surges of iron-gray
surf, far up on the wrinkled beach Of his
bald head He is saying something-or
rather has just said something. Monsieur
listens with interest, madame smiles ap-
provingly, and the little maamselle on
her high chair jerks her head on one side
and examines the friend Of the family
stoically, pursuing up her rosy little lips as
if she but half understood him.
1t is picture, that family party. And
the little ma amselle, she is a fairy from a
story book She has fair hair, little
French maamselle that she is, but over
its fossy gold and through its simmer
ing, almost white, heeciness there plays a
warmer glow now and then-a sort of
bronze brown, catching the eye with a
quick CLEAN, elusively delicious, gone be-
fore you are certain that you saw it.
Some day the bronze will overlap the
gold and wOmanhood will find coiled
about her brow tresses dark and glossy
and soft as were the lashes of oX-eyed
Juno.
But just now she is not woman. She
is only the little ma amselle, not much
bigger than a kitten, but perfect
micTocosm of her sex. Her little hand is
not much bigger than a pansy, but she
shields with it a mouth like a moss rose
bud when she coughs, a small affected
cough Watch her lift her other hand to
pat her hair and feel that all the little rib
bons on her head are in their proper and
most bewitching places. She knows that
she is showing dimpled little round arm,
curved gracefully as the white neck of
floating swan She sees the strangers
looking at her-she has seen them all the
time-and casts down her eyes in
mOdesty, only to raise them again
with a rOguish glance and half
smile striving with a coquettish pOut
for full possession of her lips. All, little
ma amselle! you have scarce seen the but
tcrfiieS of four short summers yet, but
your baby face is mirror of all woman
hood; and have at home, God bless him!
a dimpled boy with hair like yours and
eyes the hue of heaven, who could plant
an Anglo Saxon kiss so deep into your
lips that it would sink into your soul and
grow into very tree of love ere either of
you knew its meaning!
But the waiter comes. Deity he lays
the cloth and brings his cut glass bottles
of sparkling water and our goblets, and,
putting a lump of ice in each, he pour,
them full. Then brings he the napkins
snowy white, and large enough to cover
the whole lap, as it is intended they
should do They are not guilty here of
such barbarism as tucking the napkin I'M
der the chin; they are not pigs, but human
beings; they do not "feed, they dine