St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-02-22

the next was to convince everyone that his
story about Nine. Benoit's departure was
true.
But the fact Of the matter was this: after
the ball, Lucille, with happy heart followed
her mother to her apartment. She was hardly
in the room before Nine. Benoit proceeded
to strip her of her bridal robes and after
putting heavy dress on her, threw shaw
over her shoulders, while Julie removed heI
satin shoes and put on pair of CATERS in
their place. Without giving her time to be
astonished at this singular transformation
her mother said to her, while changing her
dress:
''My dear child, CASTOR has yielded to my
desires; we set out for Paris Immediately -
$50 soon! Why he never said word to
me about it,
''1t is surprise he has for you, my dear
child, for you know you had a secret longin g
to see Paris.''
''No, mamma, indeed | hadn't
''You were longing for it, my child;
know you better than you do YOURSELF
low knock was heard at the door. Nine.
Benoit trem bled. WHO'S there:" she asked.
Madame" answered Pierre's voice, ''the
carriage is ready.r
The widow dragged her daughter to the
carriage. 'Quick, quick she said. Sour
people are dancing. II they get wind of our
departure we will have to receive their
adieus.n
''But would like to say goodbye to them, -
murmured Lucille. Her mother forced her
into the carriage and jumped in after her.
''Where is Gaston!'' asked the bride, bewild-
cred by these hurried movements.
''Come, my child. Pierre, where is the
marquis''
Pierre's lesson had been well learned.
Without the slightest hesitation he replied
Madame, the marquis is having the trun ks
put on the old chaise. He asks that you wait
a mirute.'
Lucille, prompted by a secret inspiration,
tried to open the door. 1t resisted her eff
forts. ''Julie,'' said she, "see what detains
the marquis.''
Julie, who had been fifteen years in Nine.
Benoit's service, retired, but came back in a
moment, saying: Madame, the marquis
begs the ladies not to wait for him. A trace
is broken and they are repairing it. Mon
sieur will overtake you at the station" At
this moment Pierre came to the door and
Nine. Benot whispered to him: 'Take the
byroad; avoid Diezue, and go straight to
Moyenvie.'
The carriage drove off at full speed. This
was indeed strange wedding night Nine.
Benoit rejoiced in leaving Arrange and in
rolling towards the Faubourg in the com pany
of marchioness. She soon complained of
fatigue, headache and drowsiness, and throw
ing herself back, closed her eyes, fearing lest
her daughters remarks would mar her JOY.
The poor bride, regardless of the night air,
kept her head out of the window, listening
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the darkness with her fearful eyes. On
reaching Moyenvie, Nine. Benoit threw off
the mask and said: ''You need not blind
yourself trying to find your husband. You
will not see him again except at the Fau-
bourg Saint Germain.''
Lucille saw through the whole thing; but
she feared her mother too much to answer.
'sYour husband,n continued the widow,
sis an obstinate fellow who refuses to take
you into society. 1t is in your interest that
/ use compulsion with him. He'll be with
you before twenty-four hours-if he loves
you; SO there is no occasion for your crying
like an Agar in the desert. / am your
mother; know what suits you better than
you do. l take you to Paris; | rescue you
from Arrange"
'sAlas! for me'' exclaimed the poor girl,
wringing her hands.
''Whv, what's the matter! You loved him
and married him. WHAT more do YOU want"
$50 this is marriage, is it. How much
happier l was as a girl! L could see my hus
band then -
All the way from Arrange to Paris, she
never took her eyes from the window. She
could not think it possible that CASTOR would
not start in instant pursuit. In every car
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every horse that came galloping behind, Luz
ellie thought she recognized her husband.
This journey that filed her triumphant
mother with JOY was to her series OF hopes
and disappointments. Paris without CASTOR
was vast widern ess to her, and the Eau
bourg Saint German a desert within de-
sert.
On the morning after their arrival, the
first t1ing that met her eyes as she opened
the window was the face of Jacquet. She
flew down the stairs in less than Il second.
CASTOR was surely in Paris. she learned
that il he had not yet arrived,
he would not delay his coming. While Nine.
Benot was still sleeping the sleep of the
happy. Jacquet told Lucille about the ride to
Deuze. .How much he loves =" unused
Lucille. l almost think she unused aloud.
$50 make the story Short continued
Jacquet," the marquis must owe me some
eight francs.n
''Here are twenty, my good Jacquet."
MANY thanks, mademosele. ] am not
quite certain, but ! think he owes them to
me. | had calculated as how he owes me
twenty-four francs. and only gave me
twenty; that left four francs due. Then he
gave me another twenty francs that was four
H.
eight-still, | may be mistaken. perhaps
you want me 10 give it back --p
keep 1t, my poor fellow, and go and rest
yourself, after your journey"
She ran to the garden and gathered flowers
as if It were holiday, so that her room would
look pretty when CASTOR arrived Jacauet
watched her going away as he muttered,
''Sixty-two francs. Its a poor show, as nv
grandfather used to say" and he counted
over on his fingers how much more it would
take 10 make hundred francs.
That day passed aud the next, aud the
whole week, yet no news from the marquis
Nine. Benoit concealed her disappointment
Lucille dared not give way to her feelings
before her mother. But they made up for it
at night; one in anger and the other in tears.
The mother drove her daughter about from
morning till night in a blazoned carriage,
without powdered lackeys, because the cele-
brated carriage was still in the factory She
took her to the Champs Elysees and the Bots de
Boulogne, in hopes of giving Der taste for
those vain pleasures that are en- Oyed nowhere
as in Paris. The Italiens being closed, she took
her TO the Theatre Franchise and to the
opera. But Lucille took no delight in seeing
or being seen. Wherever kher mother took
b..r he awrtrcsraI he Same daeirs 70 ro4,t--
home, hoping to find CASTOR there. Nine.
Benolt guessed long before her daughter did
that the marquis was lonesome in his new
home. As she was not without spirit, she
soon made up her mind. Said she TO herself,
my sOn-in-law can get along without u.s.
Let Us see whether we can't get along with.
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