Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-05-19
A PARTISAN BALL.
What the Correspondents Always FAN
Back on.
Frola q Paris Letter.

From q Paris Letter.
But there were two incidents at the
great ball at the -Gaillard-one,
within the ken of everybody, viz, the en-
trance on the arm OF a City Father OF the
most notorious woman in Paris, the
Baronne d'Auge, who not only got in but
was allowed to stay; the other a conjugal
jar, which passed unperceived save by the
few who know the parties, and which al
most ended in catastrophe. Mary is
madam's name. She is from our side of
the Atlantic, has sunset golden hair,
large fortune, and husband, Mr.. Francis
E., whom she espOused six months ago
and who is tiirtatiously inclined, though
he does adore his wife. Francis came IL
late for his dinner that Saturday evening,
and seemed a little anxious and out of sorts
but put it down to that ''tiresome hippic
exhibition" and was for forgiven. And
So" said Mary, as they sat down to table,
''you won't take me to the Hotel de Vile
tO-nightW
"Certainly not,' said Francis, 'none
but rubbish will 90 there. | shouldn't
dream of such thing. "Do you really
want TO go SO muchY'
so dear, mol l much prefer tete-a-
tete at home."
'You are an adorable darlnigl What
soup have you, John w-this to the SER
want.
"Ajo blanca, Monsieur"
Monsieur turned up his nose and
wouldn't take any.
"But | thought you liked Spanish
Dishes" remarked madam.
$50 ! do, sometimes. but tonight the
trans-Pyrenean cookery does't suit me;
what fish?"
Trout with sauce rouge"
Francis declined, and as every dish
served was redOlent of garlic, Francis
dinner was reduced to the most simple eX-
preston, an apple and a bit of cheese,
which rather surprised Mary, who knew
how inordinately fond her liege lord was
of highly seasoned things. Enters John
with a dispatch, which Francis seized
eagerly.
"Great heavensv" he exclaims; sour
Overseer has had an apoplectic stroke. ]
must go to RambOuilet tonight. Poor
fellow; how sorry l amp
So was Mary, who proposed to go along,
but was informed she could not.
You are so impressionable, dear, your
nerves would be shocked too severely.
No, my dearest toodledums" (the French
equivalent for toOdledums is chou chiri,
darling cabbage" or mon petit lapin
bleu, 'my little blue rabbit" the first for
choice being more distinguished" -
"NO, you must stay at home, or, better
still, pass the evening with your mamma:
I'll drop you there on my way to the sta
ton"
Mary sighed. She was resigned, but
she never took her eyes from off that bit
of blue paper, the telegram, which Francis
left heedlessly on the mantel-Diece when
he went to put on his overcOat, and she
examined that bit OF blue paper, and, no
ticing that it was stamped at the Office OF
the Grand Hotel, though dated from RAM
bOuillet, concluded that Rambouillet was
fraud. and so decided to be even with
the deceiver.
do you feel chilly, dear?" she asked,
as Francis came in with his cOat-collar
uptO his ears. He did feel little chilly.
and, moreover, was quite put out by this
hateful journey, ''just when we meant to
have such a nice coy evening together"
1t was sad, said Mary, who kissed him
goodbye and protted by the opportunity
to show herself that he had put on a
white cravat. Then he left, and Mary
sent for her brother, and while awaiting
for him got herself up gorgeously in a
most becoming ball-dress, with which, on
her brothers. arm, she appeared at the
when the fete was in full swing. Mary
looked very handsome, though she was
livid with rage and her lips tFembled as
she asked every one whom she knew and
met if they had seen Frank. Some had,
some had not; one man told her Frank
was in the refreshment-room, had followed
her in "tO see the fun" 1t was not fun
ny, can assure you, and l never shall
forget the expression of blank horror
which came over that derelict husbands
cOuntenance when madam stalked up to
the table where he was seated with fas-
cinating and fast widow, Nine. X.
'Leave the room, madam" she Kissed
at the widow, from whose hand she
snatcbed glass Of champagne which the
other was raising to her lips. 81 ought to
throw 1t in your face, you hussy! And as
to you, you wretch, take me home at
once; your oyerseer, am glad to see, is
resuscitated."
Francis wilted. Where the widow went.
l cannot tell, but it needed a vast deal of
intercession by Mary's mother to prevent
a divorce suit.