Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1886-12-04

~,m rrnx . greas smpCy space m
o....h tha cnmplcs Of the cotilliOn
-.it- cautiuusly ~insinuating myself between
III croups / glided around the chairs wI.n
80 noisaIeag flexibility Of the serpent, dread
;,,o at overy step that some, unwa!y elDow
-. |, strike tho hat and dislodge the spoiis.
: could distinctly feel the tossing about OF
the peaches as I walked along.
IA IN. after . great deal OF trouble anu
;nnumerable scares, ! entered the space just
onnodte the door Of entrance as tney weio
for1n,np the scoquette figure lady was III
tn center of the ring, the gentlemen c!uS'er-
inc n a circle around her. As you Know
vvhen the cavalier presents himself with whom
sha wishes TO waltz, she places q hat winch
.he holds in her hand upon his head and away
they 60. -,,
Mile. Tabaraud, the daughter of my chief: l
had scarcely taken . step across the hoor
when she saw me and came running towards
me. n.
avon are lust In the nick OF time, Mr..
Herbelot.' said She; quick, give us your hat.
And before I could escape or stammer a pro-
test the hat was whisked from my hand and
those Internal first of the seasons spinning
over the floor. Imagine the taDieau! Inc
dancers Uttered, the director frowned, INC
wall flowers exclaimed, and Mile. Iabaraud
was transfxed. Red as a beet, and with my
teeth chattering with a mortal chill, l stood
like q fool, the cynosure of all eyes. -.
a'Take back your hat; N. Herbelot,' aid
the lady at last, in q voice choked with emo
ton, and pick up your peaches
AT this the people, no longer able to re-
strain themselves, burst into fits Of laughter.
Even the domestics joined in the merriment.
Haggard and staggering with CONFUSION, /
hastily fled from the salon.
1.-THE next day the story was all over town.
ard when I entered the Office I was greeted
with shouts of Pick up your peaches, Ii.
Herbelot; take back your hat" It was I'M
bearable; and it was the same thing in the
street. Everywhere I went I was pointed at
and whispered about, and followed with the
mocking chorus.
1.-THE town. was untenable. Eight days
from that fatal night I resigned from the
Office and entered upon a course of farming
as assistant to my wife's uncle, who owned q
place in the environs Of my native city.
With a better liking for the calling Of q
farmer than l had ever had for official docu-
ments, it was but q little while before I had
become a creditable agriculturist. In fact,
the land ~prospered SO well in my hands that
the old gentlemen left it to us in his will.
Since then I lave constantly enlarged my en-
terprises, until now I am at the satisfactory
stage in which you see me-"
-
By this time we had reached the farm of
Chauteraine. Entering by the orchard way,
we passed through row after row of fruit
trees, heavy with apples, pears and ounces.
At the extremity of the Enclosure a billy
slope rolled to the waters edge, covered with
a network of vines and masses Of ripening
grapes. The clatter of machinery to the left
indicated the granary. To the right was
the farmouse, the white walls cheerfully
shining through an espalier of loaded peach
trees.
1.-THE most of my attention is devoted to
peaches, as you see," said Herbelot, as we
passed through the gate; II owe to them the
happiness of my life"
"N~evertheless, my dear" cried a laughing
voice behind the lattice, "happiness isn't al
ways the result of stealing peaches. "-From
the French of A. Theuriet.