St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-03-01
A PARTISAN MARRIAGE,
Or
THE MARCHIoNEss' MOTHER.
Published for the First Time by Special Ar
tangent with the Authors Agent.
Continued From Feb. aa. Part III.
BY EDMOND ABOUT.

Continued From Feb. ~ Part ILL
The next three days were days of waiting
and suspense Lucille was expecting CASTOR,
lust as if he could have received her letter
Already Nine. Benoit was waiting for her
noble debtors to return her visits Mother
and daughter remained at home, but not
together; one at the window watching the
carriage entrance; the other in the garden
peering into the future. Nine.
Benoit relied on her splendor to
make friends for her; she would
take delight in showing the sumptuous apart
nents. ''We shall be unfortunate" she
unused, xii no one offers US cup OF tea;
people cheerfully offer things to those who
can return them" The parlor, decked with
flowers, looked as if prepared for fete; its
mistress was in full dress from morning till
night, like Russian officers who never take off
their uniforms. Jacquet, in new livery, was
serving apprenticeship as lackey and walk
ing up and down under the portico- SYmpa-
thizing hearts will be grieved to learn that all
this expense was vain; no one called on
Nine Benoit. These ladies and gentlemen
had made it a rule 10 pay neither in money
nor poiteness, and TO return her nothing,
not even calls.
She was sadly musing behind her curtains,
where coupe sounded cheerily on the gray
eled court yard. The widow felt her heart
bound. It was the first time that any car
rage but her own had left its impress before
her door The coupe stopped; gentleman,
still young, alighted. It was not debtor; it
was hundred times better; it was the Count
de Preux himself! He disappeared under
the portico; and Nine. Benoit cast
her eye over the parlor, glanced
approvingly at her toilet, and pre-
pared little speech, though she had wit
enough to improvise one. The count delayed.
She cursed Jacquet, who, doubtless, was de-
tanning him in the ante-chamber. Why
didn't the door open! Sine would have run
to meet her noble visitor had she not been
afraid of spelling everything by unseemly
haste. Finally the door opened; Jacquet
appeared.
''Show him in ~ said The .breathless widow.
''Show who in, madame!'
''The counUr'
''Ahl he's a count is he! Well, there he
is in the court'
Nine. Benoit hurried to the window in
time to see Count de Preux enter his car
rage, without turning his head, and give
direction to his coachman. run after
him." said she to Jacquct. ''What did he
sayl"
MADAME, he's very nice man, not a bit
stuck up. He is probably from the country,
because he asked whether the marquis WAS
in. l SAID he wasn't, that's all"
tEYo1 bloclsbea1 Won 1i1n' toll him l.
anne was at homer'
eyes, madame, I did. but he didn't seem
to hear me-"
you ought to have told him again.
81 hadn't time. He asked me at once
when monsieur would come home. guess
he wanted to speak to the marquis"
''Well, what did you tell him?''
'Hr foil ! told him we didn't exactly
know how to take monsieur; that he didn't
seem to want to come back; then, as be
wasn't bit proud nor airish, ! up and told
MIN what 4 good joke madame and made
moiselle played on the marquis"
''You blockhead, get out of here; you are
discharged How much is coming to you!'
~ don't know, madame"
Glow much do you earn a month";
mine francs madame, but don't send me
away! l didn't do anything! l wont do so
any more!" and flow of tears.
"How long since you were paidr'
''Two months, madame. But what's to
become Of me if YOU drive me away.'
Come here; here are eighteen francs, and
here are twenty more I give you that YOU
may have time to find another place. Now
gop
Jacquet took the money, counted it to see
that the amount was correct, then fell on his
knees, exclaiming: "Foreive me, madame,
I'm not bad! never harmed anybody in my
lifc!"
master Jacquet, learn that stupidity is the
worst Of vices"
'Why is that, madame" sobbcd Jacquet
because it is the only one that is never
overcome"
She pushed him out shut the door in his
face, and threw herself into an arm chair
Jacquet LETT the house, carrying his posses
sions and muttering, in discon-
ISOLATE tone: ''Sixty-two and eight
makes seventy, and ten makes eighty,
and twenty makes one hundred. But
I've killed the goose, and she'll lay no more
golden cggs.'
At dinner Lucille heard Of JacQuets dis
grace, but dared not ask the cause. Mother
and daughter sat at the table, one sad. the
other morosc, aud ate dinner without a
word, when a letter was brought for Nine. |
d'Oatrevnle ''From CASTOR - she ex-
claimed. Alas! no; it was from Nine. Celine !
Jordy, nee Mrlier. Lucille read aloud:
My dear friend: / write TO you both to our /
hamlet and TO Paris Tor since your marriage /
You have SO forgotten me- that do not know |
what has become of you As for mc, am
happy, happy, happyl There, you have my
whole history In three words. Ii YOU want /
fuller details, come aud get them. or tell me /
where YOU are hiding Yourself Robert is the /
best of men, except Monsieur Castor |
d'Outrevile, whom have never seen, but /
whom / shall know when You show him TO /
me Now, when can | embrace youi have /
81 thousand secrets that can tell to no one
but YOU; have You not been my I
only conBdantel | am anxious TO
see whether You will know me
without my having to write my name on
my hat You, too, YOU must have changed.
We were such children, yop only two weeks
aye, and but three weeks ago! Come to-
morrow to Passy If you are IN Paris; as soon
IS YOU can IL YOU are not at Arrange hope
We are not going to play the warehouses;,
but that we viii see each other otter. without
even standing GU ceremony. Hong 20 show
YOU my house, the mos, delightful plebeiau
home in the world. You eau then humble
me with a view OF your palace; but must see
IT, L is my viii. This Is 81 command that
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