Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-10-14

Fancies which Never Reached Frui.
tion-Uncoush Appesrsnce-Her Lover'i
Blood at the Barricades.
The name of Charles Francois Thibaudeau
, young French artist given to painting sad
eyed peasants, is noe altogether unknown in
this country. He is a wild-haired young fel
low of the Gautier type-a genius given up &c
medieval neckerchiefs and pre- eRaphaelite col
lars. But he knows every one-artists. play
erS, loafers students, demagogues, cocottes-
in fact, he knows Louise Michel Loafing one
evening in one OF the cozy rooms Of the Eden
theatre-where poor little Van Zandt was
hissed into tears-he grew reminiscent.
Dear boy, what woman, what a woman n
be said musingly, watching the winking bub-
bles in his glass. al would give every hair in
my head to paint her-every hair. Yes, dear
boy, and forswear wigs to boot What a
womani
THE first time / saw her, you sayi Ouf,
what a DEVILS day it wasI It was two, three
years ago-a lifetime ago. was painting
my great"
Certainly, but Louisei"
"She lived with her mother then," he went
on, "iu one of the suburDs.-La Chapelle.
They had a bit Of a room on the fourth floor
of house in the Rue du Polonceau, near the
DAINTY quartier, Tout'e our ihere was
only one room' thihk; A stove on one SIDE,
e sldeDoaru on the other, rlckety table IN
the middle, a rev stold chairs scattered
about made up the turniture Poverty
/ stricken but cleeh-Very. imagine Louise
sweeping, dustlne, or nonsenseI imagine the
MAID OF arc trottlhs oaDy on her Knee!
IL was doubtless the sood mothers dong
She sat oy the "indo"-a sturdy oiu peasant,
"rihkieu anu gray, knitting STOCKINGS OF
sonie'hliis vi Tue sor@
HER PERSONAL APPEARANCE.
"Louise sat by the table, writing furiously,
splattering ink and talking to herself. Of
course, NJ Thibaudeau added, "she stood up
when | came in What a woman! Wouldn't
she make great model for that old vixen,
! Macbeth. or that she-devil, Cordayl Perhaps
not. She was made for woman, so let her
pass for such but she looks little enough like
one. Her head is large; the face long and
copper colored, the eyes nervous-what a
woman Her cheek bones are high and
prominent, like Scotchman's, and her chin
small and sharp Her hair cut short and
parted in the middle tumbies around her ears
and neck in grayish curls A bit Of mus
tache-beg pardon Of the seH-shadows her
upper lip. Can you see herf Standing up,
| grasping roll of papers, clad all in black
and tapping large, well-booted foot on the
| floor. Put mole on her forehead and you
have the picture complete. Mon .eu, what
a womanl Vulgar, obtrusive, hard, but
woman with the DEVILS own will in her gray
eyes, and woman Of brains, or something
that answers as well"
Thibaudeau fell to twirling his wine glass
and musing over the picture he had drawn.
There was nothing startling in the descrip-
ton. What else could Louise Michel look
hkel One doesn't gather figs from tbistles.
She was born in 1880 in chateau in the De-
partment Haute-Marne. Dame Scandal had
a merry time at ber birth. Her father was
Comte de Broncourt and her mother was
nothing In particular. She grew up in the
chateau; an odd sort of i'd, laughed at
by the servants, kissed by the count and
cuffed by the countess. She played the piano,
sang, made verses She must have been
devout little thing In those days Her ideal
wasthat magnificent turncoat, victor hugo,
who Just then was posing as hoyaiist and
Catholic She wrote mystic verses echomg
his arlstocranc piety.
"nen sne was ~ the countess died, ana a
year later the count ioiio"ed her 10 tne
grave leaving Louise a legacy Oh lo'oVo
francs OF 50.
her inotner sugges'ed iha.riiiony, nu' she'
on the other nahd' was ANXIOUS 10 get her 10 a
nunnery. VI course discussion arose and
II lasted Tor weeks In the meantime this
a"k"aru, honieS young "oihah was ooilg
deal Oh tninklng. ohe morning sne woke up
an atheist, ana the nunnery quesuon was SET
tied forever. but sne was poet or .nougnt
hersei one, "nich Is every "nit as goou, aho'
OF course, must neeos oe martyr. Du' NO"
ana Where' III arts, OF course, anu In any
way tnat turned up. FIRST Oh an sne opened
schooL IL Is one way Oh peihg a mar
tyr. The school was douotiess good one,
but as there came no puphs II was discohtm.
ued. anyway u re'oiteo her' SCION OF
the house OF DE Broncourt teach SCHOOL, Ihe
idea Is RIDICULOUS ana YET sne was only
sham DE Broncourt. She 1elt tins keenIy,
and hated the family, the class to which it
belonged, the whole world, Tor the wrong
that had been done her.
RED-cAPPED REyoLUTIoNAIRE.
She was an outcast, pariah-well, 80 be
it; she would join hands with her fellows,
love and hate with them, fight their battles.
In short she plunged into the social democ-
racy. The devout aristocrat OF year before
was a red-capped revolutionaire. She chose
a lucky time. The opposition to the empire
was intensely bitter. She organized clubs for
men, for women, for gamins. She wrote
red articles, made red speeches, and was
famous. She was the one man amid crowd
of masculine women She outran her social
istic colleagues, Clemenceau and Louis Blanc,
and even Rochefort and Frsnquet grew too
pacific for her Before long she was an An
archist, bitter, daring and unscrupulous-
One sees quite change between this Louise
Michel and the pious girl who sat rhylning
in the big chateau near Audeloncourt, but
the growth was entirely natural The Comte
de Boncourts peccadillo was not such a laugh
able little thing after all
J,;hordaau ,,us;ncy all tbis time ovar a wine
glass. and an empty one a. that.
aAb. well what did she sayn
.yybat do the falls of Niagara saw, OF
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