The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-08-07
A LESSON IN LOVE.

M. Pierre Lavalles, owner of vine.
yard, near a certain village in the
south of France, wooed and welded
Mile. Julia Gouchard. Exactly where
they dwelt, and all the precise circum.
stances of their position, l do moi
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-
ical 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 youth
full and worthy couple. Flowers and
blossoming trees shed odor near the
lattice windows, verdure soft and
green was spread over the garden,
and the mantling vine "laid forth the
purple grape" over rich and sunny
plantation near at hand. The house
was small, but neat and well furnish
ed in the style of the province, and
NJ. and Nine. Pierre Lavalles lived
very happily in plenty and content.
Here leave them and introduce the
reader to M. Antoine Perron, notary
in the neighboring village. Let me
linger over a notice of this Individual.
He was q good man, and what is more
curious, an honest lawyer. Indeed, in
spite of my happy theory, l may say
that such a good man and such good
lawyer you seldom meet. All the vii
lage knew him; he mixed up in every
ones quarrels; not, as is usually the
case, to make confusion worse con-
founded by a double-tongued hypo-
crisy; but to produce copcjliation; 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 everybody, yet
none that knew him respected him the
less on that account. He was a little,
spare, merry-looklng man, that sought
to appear grave when he was most
inclined to merriment; and, if he con-
sidered himself a perfect genius in his
plans for effecting good, his vanity
may be pardoned because of the food
it fed upon.
M Antoine Perron considered him
self very Ingenious; and, if he had q
fault, it was his love of originality. He
never liked to perform any action in
way, and never chuckled so
gaily to himself as when he had
achieved some charitable end by some
means.
1t was seven months after the mar
riage of M. Pierre Lavalles, M. Antoine
Perron sat in his little parlor, and
gazed with glad eye upon the cheer
ful fire, for the short winter was just
Leaning forward in his
chair, he shaded his face with his
hands, and steadily perused the figures
among the Goals with most pleasant
The room was small,
neat and comfortable, for the notary
orospered in his humble way, and.
seeking only comfort, found it, and
vas content
Suddenly a violent knocking at the
ioor aroused him from his reverie, and
le heard his old servant rushing to
,pen it. In moment two persons
we're ushered into the room, and the
rotary leaped to his feet in astonish-
nent at the extraordinary scene be-
ore him. Had thunderbolt cloven
he roof and passed through his hearth
o its grave in the center of the globe,
It had the trees that nodded their
aked branches without the window
ommenced dance upon the snowy
he had not been more sur
rised.
M. Pierre Lavalles and Nine. Pierre
.avalles stood just inside the door
yay. Never had M. Perron seen them
efore as he saw them now. Like tur-
le-doves, with smiling eyes and af-
ectionate caress, they had lived in
Apply harmony during the seven
,onths of their married life, and moth
rly danes, when they gave their
aughters away, bade them prosper
nd be pleasant in their union, as they
ad been joyous in their love, pleasant
nd joyous as neighbor Lavalles and
is wife.
Now, Pierre stood red and angry,
ith his left hand extended toward his
life. Julie stood red and angry, but
lent. Eyes that had only radiated
niles now flashed with fierce passion
!; the turtle-doves remained near the
DOR, each endeavoring to anticipate
le other in some address to the