The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1885-08-27

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Brightest gem in the jewels above
Fairest flower in gardens eternal.
Whose essence and substance is Love?
-Drook|ya Magazine
A LESSON IN LOVE.
NJ. Pierre Lavallcs, owner of a yine-
yard, near certain village in the
south of France, wooed and welded
Mile. Julia Gouchard. Exactly where
they dwelt, and all the precise clrcunl-
stances OF their position, 1 do not
mean to indicate; and, if might offer
hint to my contemporaries, it would
be gentle suggestion that they oc-
cupy too much time, paper and Ian
guage in geographical and geneolog-
zeal details, very wearisome, because
very unnecessary. Monsieur Pierre
Lavalles, then, lived in pretty house,
near certain village in vine grow
ing district of the south of France;
and, when he took his young wife
home. he showed her great stores of
excellent things, well calculated for
the comfortable subsistence of u youth
tul and worthy couple. Flowers and
blossOming trees shed odor near the
lattice windows, verdurc soft and
green was spread over the garden,
and the mantling vine ''laid forth the
purple grape" over q rich and sunny
plantation near at hand, The house
was small, but neat and we'll furnish
ed in the style of the province, and
NJ. aud Nine. Pierre Lavales lived
very happily in plenty and content.
Oh Il ;~,%, II
reader to M. Antoine Perron, notary
in the neighboring village. Let mo
lnger over a notice of this Individual.
lie was a good nan, and what is more
CURIOUS, an honest lawyer. Indeed, in
spite of my happy theory, l may say
that such good man and such s. good
lawyer you seldom meet. All the viii
lage knew him; he mixed up in every
ones quarrels; not, as is usually the
case, to make confusion worse con-
founded by a douole-tongued hype-
crisy; but to produce Cancellation; he
mingled in everyone's affairs, not to
pick up profit for himself, but to pre-
vent the villagers from running into
losses and bad speculations. He talk
ed much, yet it was not SANDER, but
advice; he thought more, yet it was
not over mischief, but on schemes of
good; he was known to every ody, vet
none that knew him respected him the
less on that account He was little,
spare, mcrry-looklng man, that sought
to appear grave when he was most
inclined to merriment; and, if he con-
sidered himself perfect genius in his
plans for eflecting good, his vanity
may be pardoned because of the food
It fed upon,
II. Antoine Perron considered him
self very Ingenious; and, if he had a
fault, it was his love of originality. He
never liked to perform any action in
common way, and never chuckled so
gaily to himself as when he had
achieved some charitable end by some
extraordinary means.
1t was seven months after the mar
riage of NJ. Pierre Lavalles, M. Antoine
Pcrron sat in his little parlor, and
gazed with a glad eye upon the cheer
full fire, fer the short winter was lust
terminating. Leaning forward in his
chair, he shaded his face with his
hands, and steadily pcrused the figures
among the Goals with most pleasant
countenance. The room was small,
neat and comfortable, for tha notary
prospered in bia humble way, and.
seekiag only comfort, found it, and
was content.
Suddenly a violent knocking at the
door aroused him from his reverie, and
he heard his old servant rushing to
open it. In moment two persons
were ushered into the room, and the
notary leaned to his feet in astonish-
ment at the extraordinary scene be-
fore him. Had thunderbolt cloven
the roof and passed through his hearth
to its grave in the center of the globe,
or had the trees that nodded &heir
naked branches without the window
commenced a dance upon the snowy
ground, he had not been more sur
prised.
M. Pierre Lavallcs and Nina. Pierre
Lavalles stood just inside the door,
way. Never had M. Perron seen them
before as he saw them now. Like tur-
tle-doves, with smiling eyes and af-
fectionate caress, they had lived in
happy harmony during the seven
months of their married life, and moth
erly danes, when they gave their
daughters away, babe them prosper
and be pleasant in their union, as they
had been joyous in their love, pleasant
and joyous as ncighbor Lavalles and
his wife.
Now, Pierre stood red and angry,
with his left hand extended toward his
wife. Julie stood red and angry, but
silent. Eyes that had only radiated
smiles now flashed with fierce passion
as the turtle-doves remained near the
door, each endeavoring to anticipate
the other in some address to the
worthy notary. He, aghast and per:
picked, waited for the de1loale7nea1t.
"Madame," said M. Pierre Lavalles,
"allow me to speak"
"Monsieur. said Nine. Pierre Laval
les, Il insist
''But, Madame, it is N.Y.
"But, Monsieur, | say 1 will"
"And yet will"
"But no.
ssMadame, l shall.'
''Then be careful what you do. M.
Perron, Nj. Lavalles is mad"
Then the lady, having thus emphat-
ically declared herself, resigned the
right of speech to her husband, who
began to jerk out in disconnected
phrases statement of his case. Seven
DAYS ago he had annoyed his wife by
some incautious word, she had annoy
edhim by AN in'cadtion answer; he had
made matters worse by bitter reply.
This little squall was succeeded by a
cool calm, and that by sullen ST.
lence, until some sudden friction
kindled new flame, and finally after
successive storms and lulls, there burst
forth furious contiagration, and, in
the violent collision of their anger, the
seven months married pair vowed to
separate, and with that resolve had
Visited M. Perron. Reconciliation,