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

/ the marquis. "a queer sort OF nobleman,
who blackens his hands at forge, kisses his
employees, invents machines, sells railroad
iron, and works like a simple miner in col
liery at Saint Etienne."
| The more indulgent, who were by no
means in the majority, tried to take his part
CATER all, Louis XVI. was locksmith.''
Louis XVIII. composed Latin verses"
'Henrv III. used to shave his courtiers. -
Eyes, that is all very good, but who would
ever think of amusing himself by breaking
coal in 4 pit:''
''Ah! sir, my father headed matches in
Berlin, during the emigration"
Nine. Benoit knew they were commenting
upon CASTOR, but it caused her no anxiety.
Talk away, good friends" she murmered
between her teeth, 81 have compelled you to
recognize my son-iu-law as real marquis;
YOU have Inundated yourselves before me;
Benoit is forgotten; | am avenged; in one
week l set out for Paris, and when l set foot
again at Arrange the youngest among you
will be gray; as for Master Castor, he is an
honest, eccentric fellow, but a sojourn at
his ''hotel'' and the society of his squads will
! soon cure him of his present notions"
Before signing the contract the wedding
presents were displayed, and the sight of
them arrayed all the ladies on Gaston's side.
The poor fellow was smothered with compli-
ments, but he promised to tell Lucille that
her thanks were not due to him. When the
notary opened his portfolio everyone was
anxious to get as near him as possible, not
TO ascertain Lucille's dowry, which was al
ready known, but to hear an enumeration of
the marquis lands and chateaus. Curiosity
was soon set at rest. Monsieur d'Outreville
was married on his title.
On the dav after this fete, Lucille and CASTOR
renewed their round Of pleasures; and the
last days of the month passed like so many
hours. On the 31st of May the lovers were
married at the ''Mairie," and neither of
them trembled when saying yes" When
the mayor holding the book of the law in his
hand, repeated. for the hundredth time in
his life, that wife's duty is to follow her
husband, madame gave her daughter an ex-
pressive look. On their return to the house,
the triumphant widow said 70 the marquis in
the presence Of Lucille: ''My son-in-law
(fOr such you are in the eyes OF the law, l
will, tomorrow, hand over to you the first
semi-annual installment of your income"
"Have patience, my dear mother!" re-
piled CASTOR; ''what am to do with money!"
and looking at Lucille, ne added: 'Money
will be the least Of my anxietes for long
time"
500 not disdain this poor amount.
days in Paris.''
''Iu Parisl Whyl What in heavens
name am going to Paris for.''
ITO take your position in society, to be
sure, to renew relations with your friends
and relatives: to make circle of acquaint-
ances for the winter and for the rest OF your
life
''But, madame, have decided not to live
in Paris. It's an unhealthy place where
women are sickly, and where families be-
come extinct for want Of children. Paris
would become wilderness every hundred
years, if the provinces did not renew the
population !"
1T is to prevent it from becoming desert
that my daughter and have resolved TO 60
there as soon as possible"
'.You never said word to me about it,
mademoiselie."
Lucille's eyes fell. Her mothers presence
embarrassed her. Nine. Benoit resumed:
''These things are guessed without being told.
Ny daughter is the Marquise dOutreville;
her place is the Faubourg Saint German.
Isn't it, Lucille!"
Her reply was an almost inaudible Eyes"
unlike the yes she uttered at the Marie.
sat the Faubourgr' replied CASTOR; ''you
are anxious to penetrate the mysteries of the
Faubourgr Some untoward circumstance
that had never been fathomed had given
CASTOR dislike for the Faubourg. 'Do you
know, mademoselIe, what you will see
in the Faubourg? Silly girls that
grow up like dollhouse plants. Young
women given over to dress and
vanity; old women who have neither the i'm
posing bearing of their mothers Of the seven
teenth century, nor the good disposition of
those of the time Of Louis XIV; old men
grown stupid over whist; young folks, who
are fast and seemingly piOus at the same
! time, and who talk Of race horses and ser
mons in the same breath. Among men old
enough to act you viii find policy without
conviction, false regrets, virtue that makes
display Of itself in the hope that some one
will buy it. This, mademoiselle, is the Eau
bourg; and now you know it as well as if
you had seen it. What! here you live in
magnificent forest, surrounded by a simple
people that love you; not TO speak Of myself,
who adore you; you have wealth that enables
you to make others happy; health, without
which everything goes for nothing; the joys
OF the family, the amusements Of summer;
the more intimate pleasures Of winter; the
with fair aud rosy children, and you want to
give up all this in exchange for a few sense
less compliments and a lot of ridiculous
bows and scrapesi !, for one, will
never be an accompiice in so poor an ex-
change. II mademoiselle insists upon going
To- the Faubourg she viii have To do so without
me-
While listening to this speech Nine Be
motifs face looked like that OF a child that
bad built tower with dominces, and who
saw it knocked 10 pieces by breath. She
had hardly strength enough to say TO Lucille,
''Why don't You answer.'
Lucille extended her hand to CASTOR, and,
looking at her mother, said; "A wife's duty
is 10 follow her husband
This time the marquis was less reser d
than Apollo Belvidere. He threw Ills
arms around Lucille and k.sseo
her. Nine. Benoit spent the 80,
OF the day in laying plans to get CASTOR to
Paris. The next day, after the nuptial mass
she called him aside and said 'Is this
your final answer. You are resolved not to
introduce Us 1t the Faubourg:i
Bat, madame, did you not hear how
cheerfully Lucille renounced itl'
But if l do not choose 10 reuounee It!
And if were 10 tell you that for thirty wears
II an now ~, have been devuured
by an ambition TO get into it, II
l told YOU that my yearuing to hear
myself announced in the salons of
the Rue Saint Dominique led me TO marry a
false count who used 10 beat me' II, finally.
l told YOU did not choose you for your good
looks. nor your talents. but for your title.
which is a kcy to all the doors in the FaJ..
bOurgi Come. now, my dear marquis. ~
you suppose that I am going to give
thousand livres year 70 have you fool away
vour time al worki''
Your pardon, madame. In view Of the price
at which spotlcss names are held. am vain
enough to think mine cheap at two millions.
But such Is not the case since Won have given