St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1886-02-28

himself about the matter, he bluntly de-
manded:-
! -"Here.-is all this you are telling us
really true?"
You doubt my word"
NO humbug, nowl Look me straight
in the facet
$50 help me God! l told you only the
truth. And since you have all been so kind
TO me, am not afraid to tell you my situa
ton"
And. without pausing. she proceeded to
relate one of those little love stories such
as Paris daily issues several hundred edi-
tions of.
Her family lived some distance. near the
Jardin des Plantes. She had fallen in love
with young student whom she met at
first by chance near the animals cages at
feeding time. Afterwards she used to meet
him regularly there, being attracted toward
hun by some sort OF sympathetic magnetism.
Finally she ran away from home to folio w
him. The student was Servian by ma
tiOnalitY. At the first news of the war he
had gone to join his regiment, leaving her
alone and absolutely without resources, in
miserably furnished room. Since then
she had been wandering about the streets,
cold. hungry, not daring to return to her
fathers house. She knew her father-he
would kill her.
'Ah, bah.' responded the student,
that is ancient history. We have no
modern Brutus. Highly susceptible fathers
who want to kill their children are to be
found only OH the stage, in the melodramas
OF Monsieur Dennery. And even there
they always kiss and make up in the last
act That's the way your csc apade will
end
''Ah! L wish you were telling the TRUTH
I'm prove it! Leave this affair to us to
settler
Five minutes later a company of five per-
sOnS-the pseudO-mOdel and four students
was to be seen hurrying toward tine
Jardin DIES Plantes. by way of the quays
The false model, escorted by two students
walked at little distance behind the
others. keeping step. They came 10 a
little dry goods store. The two advanced
scouts entered. Behind the counter sat
little pale man, with redeemed eyes.
twirling his thumbs in a worried sort OF
way.
Monsieur X?" asked one of the visitors
That is my name, monsieur, what can [
do for you?''
Monsieur. we came to bring you a mes
sage from your daughter"
My daughter"' cried the good man. his
whole face changing. "She is alive. And
You come with 4 message from her. All
come in, gentlemen-wecome. indeedr'
And rushing to the rear of the store he
cried out:
Wife, wife,-these kind gentlemen have
brought us news from our little girl,'
A woman came running to the two
rapins, and exclaimed in a voice half stihed
by alternate laughter and SObs:
You are not deceiving us, at all
events? You could not trile with a moth
er's hearth"
mo. no! Be calm, madame. Your
daughter is alive. But try 10 be kind to
her. If she committed folly, she has
cruelty expiated it."
''Kind.-You talk about my forgiving
her! My daughter lives, and thought her
dead! She has been FOOLISH If she had
committed crime instead of a folly. would
/ not forgive her? Where is my girl?
Let her come To me.-let me see her!-let
me kiss her!-let me pardon herr
The false model was already in the arms
of the delighted parents.
The two students slipped quietly away to
leave room for this little expression of fam
lily love. Two o'clock was striking at the
wine market Aid they were all fasting.
They hurried back 10 the Rue de Seine at a
dOuble-quick. And YOU can fancy whether
they did honor 10 their victualS that after
noon.
At dessert they drank to the extermina-
ton of the Seryian army.
Next day the Bglgarians wiped out the
Servians at Stivnita- PARIsIs.