, 1886-12-30

outskirts Of tho city; there lie would re-
gain his tranquility and at least avoid
seeing the papers. He would walk IN ING
flcids Or the woods and for intellectual
amusement play cup and ball
Just In front of the house which he
rented there was n great white wall
whose reflections had frequently annoyed
him. One day he saw some workmel
suspend from it n scaffold and begin to
cover the wall with a coat of blue. This
did not distress Antoine in the least-it
would be softer for the eyes. Then after
they hud worked some time, ascending
and descending the movable bridges Of
the scaifolding, they outlined with chalk
something very difficult to distinguish at
such n distance.
At last, however, u painter came with
his pots OF c%olors, and Antoine, interested
and curious, saw him little by little de
sign n gigantic head; this head became
blonde, with smiling mouth and pearly
teeth, and above it in golden letters the
name of Robinson, Jr., shone forth to all
observers. 1t was Jeanne again-always
Jeanne Antoine renowned the struggle
and returned to Paris resigned and sub
jugated. There, surrounded by these pict-
urcs, that sometimes stretched in dozens
along the walls, he began to ask himself
If it would not be better to marry-even if
1t hal moi been better to marry Jeanne
Than to nave let her go so far away.
But could he flnd her now And if so
was she still freeY
This idea taking possession of him, he
wrote to Robinson, Jr., and asked him for
the address of the young girl who had
been the model for his advertisements.
Twenty days after he received an answer,
and at the top of the paper the inevitable
head, finely engraved. We will translate
the letter for you:
DER SIR thank you for your let
ter, which added much to the interest of
my publicity. 1t will be printed in thirty
eight Of the papers of the new world. Ii
you Will send me your card photograph
and the authority to reproduce it | will
gladly forward to You 300. As to the
obliging child whose smiling head is from
this time forth inseparably connected with
my business, | do not know what has he
come of her. One day / bought her photo
graph, which appeared to me altogether
suitable for the end for which l desired it,
and reproduced 1t with the consent of the
model, to whom 1 paid 5000 but whom |
never saw. With much respect, etc,
ROBINSON, JR."
Antoine was forced to give it up, though
he hoped that the publicity given to his
letter in the American papers would at
tract the attention of Jeanne, and she
would write to him; but nothing came.
Months passed by in anxiety and fever
ish excitement. At last one day he saw
again in the Rue Batignolles the head Of
Jeanne, living, smiling, speaking in the
same well remembered voice, and she was
holding out II hand to greet him. Was
he crazy No, it was no h~allucination, il
was Jeanne, Jeanne herself, returned to
France and who WAS there before him
Forgetting that they were in the street,
he embraced her hen and there and, put
ting her in "A carriage, anxious and ex
cited, he made her relate her story anC
hen he told his.
She had lost her brother in America
he had left her n little legacy and she haf
returned to Paris.
1t was she-really and truly herself
only after the first emotion had passed I
seemed to Antoine that her smile was no
quite the same; and, looking still closer
il seemed to him that her beautiful teetl
had not the brilliancy OF other days. IL,
spoke OF it to her.
''Ah, yes, - she replied, lyon doubtless
have heard them speak of Robinson, Jr.'
'liobinson, Jr,i was i'll correspond
ence with him; he paid you $500 for you.
photograph
'lndeedl You know that Well, it i
true, and he also made me n present of
great box of his powder. | was wrong Il
nse it, for see how it has served mel"
All the same, Antoine married Jeanne
who no longer recommended the incom
parable powder.
Little by little the bills of Robinson
Jr., have been replaced by others, but on
lovers arc no less happy, Jeanne smil
no less enchanting and her teeth almos
as brilliant rs in other days, but she Ii
longer uses the BEST Dentifrice In tn
World-the Powder of Robinson, Jr."-
Translated for The Cincinnati Enquire
from the French of Charles Nutter by L
q. Wagner.