St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-03-01

''Whats that What did you say is that
gentleman name?'
Nine. Benoit made trumpet with her
hands and cried: 1.-THE Marquis d'Outre-
villep'
''Yes, yes, hear; but which Outrevlle.
There are real Outrevilles aud false Outre-
viles; and there are not many good ones
left''
''This is ope of the good ones.''
care you sure? Is he richa''
He has nothing"
'All the better for you The bad ones are
rich in deviltry; they bought the land and
chateau and picked the name out of the
street. What kind of a nose has he!''
''WhoG"
''your son-in-law.''
''An aquiline noses
~ congratulate you. The false Outrevlles
are apes; they have pug noses"
This one was in the polytechnic school"
"Ohl 1 know him; eccentric, but good
fellow But, come, you are sensible woman,
tell me how he ever came to commit such
blunder.n
It was Nine. Benoit's turn to play deaf
!
bIunder of marrying your daughter. Is she
very richn'
''She had an income of one hundred thou
sand liyres for dowry. We of the bouyysoisie
retain the custom of giving dowries to our
daughters. Take that!''
''No matter; I thought he had better sense.
Understand my DEAR would not say this if
ne were here, but entrs nous-What is it
! Rusine!"
Madame said the chambermaid. 'st is
the Bon Saint Louis clerk
Il AIN not I'M Those ira 1esmen of the
Bon Saint Lonis are intolerableI All! my
| dear, what a good man your father wasl l
was about to remark that the marquis will be
blamed by everybody. No one will reproach
him to his face; he can drag his wife where he
| pleases; but true d. Outreville should never
have made miss-What now Rosine?"
Madame, it is Mons. Maiou."
'I'm out for the day; l have started for
the country. Did you ever see such wine
merchant? Creditors nowadays are worse
than beggars; ali! my dear, what a grand
man your father was! Your daughter, ct
| least, is handsome.
MADAME, shall have the honor Of pre-
| senting her to you some afternoon My
son-in-law is on our estate just now"
''Thats right, bring her some morning.
Pm always at home until noon Again,
Rosine are We having procession to-day?''
MADAME, it is Mons. Bouniol."
''Tell him they are applying lecches to
me-"
MADAME. he says he has been here i've
times this week, and that if you refuse to
see him he wont come any more"
''Wel, show him in; I'll tell him his fate.
You will excuse me, my dear. Oh! your
father was great man"
| Nine. Benoit, as she entered her carriage
muttered: Rail on pertinent old woman
You have debts. | have money; l hold youi
If it costs me 800 louis, you shall introduce
me into your daughters salon.
Lucille had lolg been with her friend in
one of the finest bones in the Rue des Til
leuls. The garden full Of flowers looked
like gigantic bouquet. Blackbirds with
golden bills sang and flew from tree to tree.
The house seemed to smile at the happy
! splendor. Everything that climbs and
blooms, climbed and bluomed along its
walls. The sight Of all this awakened in the
marchioness sweet recOllections of Arrange;
at that moment she would gladly have ex-
changed her proud mansion in the Rue
Saint Dominique and that narrow garden in
which the flowers seemed crowded, the
heavy shade of the house and thick foliage
OF the chestnut trees, for this beautiful and
cosy home.
Celine was little blonde, plump and
round, with a dimpled chin and turned up
nose, and every moment displayed two rows
Of little sharp, white teeth; laughing for no
other reason than the happiness of being
alive, weeping without cause, changing her
countenance twenty times an hour, and al
ways pretty. Lucille resembled Nine. Jordy
in nothing, and if friendship thrives by con-
trasts their intimacy might have been
eternal. The young marchioness was
head taller than her friend
without her stoutness. The for
est queen Of Arrange wore white crepe hat
and pink taffeta dress; the little fat bour-
geoise was dressed in straw hat and flowing
robe. "IIow kind it was in you 10 comein
she said The reader will excuse me from
giving the kisses thatinterrupted their words.
II was dreaming about you. How long have !
YOU been in Paris, dear!"
''Since the day after my marriage"
"Two weeks lost to me! Why, this is
horribler'
'If l had known where to find YOU MUIR
INJURED the little marchioness. Il wanted TO |
see you ever SO much.'
''And wanted to see you. Now look me |
in the facet Do look like a woman! Would /
l still be taken for girl!'
True; there is something more settled /
about you; certain air of gravity"
Not another word, or | will kill myself |
laughing, and you, let me see! You are still /
the same. Good morning, mademoiselle.' |
Your servant, madame"
Madame! o, what a pretty word If YOU |
are very good at the deis,0er, | will call YOU
time when we used to play lady.n
1T isn't so long ago that have forgot
ten it,"
Come, mademoiselle, I'm going to show
you my garden, but you mustn't touch the
flowers! ~ And As she spoke she gathered
the choicest she could find and made them
into beautiful bouquet.
II compliment You on your beautiful gar
den cried Lucille.
IL forbid you saying ay beautiful garden.
Everybody sees it, everybody comes to it; it
belongs to everybody. IN beautiful garden
is there behind that wall. But two persons
are allowed to walk in it; Robert ana +: YOU
shall be the third Do YOU see that green
gatei Let's see who'll get there frstr' She
started at full speed, Lucille followed and
passed her. On reaching the gate Nine.
Jordy took a key from her pocket and
opened it.
This said She sis our private garden.
Those liudenS bloom only for us We walk
here every morning before it is time to 90
to work, for We are early birds; I've kept
my good Arlange habits. As for Robert,
don't know how he manages, for, no matter
how early wake, I dqd him leaning on
his elbow watching me rs sleep
Here the former proprietor Of
the plsce built large, damp groito. paved
with shells. with an Apollo in plaster in the
center. ana frogs all around it. Robert had