New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-02-24

she, too, was young and liked to
dance also.
| When on festival occasions the
whole family would go abroad /. in
search OF pleasure, if .grandmamma' 2
did not feel well enough to ac-
company them they would say quite
as a matter ofcourse, Jeanne cherie,
grandmamma can not be left alone,
! you will stay with her, n'est-ce-pas?"
And they would all go off in gay good
humor, leaving little Jeanne to read
aloud from books of divotion, or to
! play for her grandmother those airs
from the operas that the old lady lik-
Ell best. If the girls unselfsh heart
ever felt one pang Of regret at these
times she never gave expression to it
by word or look. Her self abnegation
had become SO much a part of their
daily lives that her relations, loving
and valuing her as they did in their
hearts, never realized what continual
self-sacrifce they demanded of her.
They were good, kind people, all of
them, and would have been shocked
could they once have been made to
understand their want OF considera-
ton for the young girl.
! Exactly as Jeanne'sunselfsh nature
tempted her relations to require much
of her, so did a certain, imperiousness
in Odille compel them to render that
young woman a kind of homage.
She accepted this homage by the d.
vine right OF her magnificent beauty,
yet it fostered a selfshness of which
she was unconscious. Jeanne was
| Odille's most devoted and adoring
slave. Her exquisite taste and deft
fingers fashioned many a pretty tride
wherewith to heighten her sisters
charms, and it was pretty sight to
| witness the rapture OF admiration
with which she contemplated ther result
Of her labor on the person of the SUI
perb Odille.
Little Jeanne never imagined that
any one could think her more attract
i've than this magnificent sister. In
fact Odille allured the senses, but
Jeanne touched the heart.
"How pretty you are, Jeanne" said
q friend to her one day.
eff you can find me pretty" answer.
ed Jeanne, "then what must you think
of Odille?''
| When the lady friend afterwards
| spoke of this conversation to her hus-
| band the latter remarked that it
seemed a pity to disturb the young
girls innocent faith in her sister by
seeking to instill belief in her own
| equal If not superior loneliness.
Leave her, said the gentleman, Sin
the possession OF SO rare an attraction
| as Inconsistencies"
This friend ofJeanne's, a Baltimore
an by birth, had married into New
Orleans family which had been on
terms Of intimacy with Jeanne's peo-
pie for many years. She introduced
new, and, as it were, a foreign ele-
ment into Jeanne's life. She was at
first the only american" with whom
Jeanne had any acquaintance, and
could tell such pleasant things Of the
great, PARKWAY .'Nort," about which
distant land our Jeanne felt much
curiosity. Then, too, Jeanne priced
the opportunity OF 'spiking Engleesh, )"
which her intercourse with this friend
gave her.
And just here the narrator of this
little tale begs leave to ask a question
often propounded by creole DANES
and damoiselles. "Why is it," they
| wish to know, "that the American
ladies will rarely speak French in their
intercourse with the creoles, but force
the French ladies to summon all the
English phrases they can muster,
whether broken or otherwise, as a
medium of conversations" els En-
glish more easy to learn than French?"
ask the creole ladies. els this fact a
consequence of the superior politeness
of the Latin race, or OF the false mod
esty of the Anglo Saxon?" ask the
Americans, for these last are con-
scious of their incivility and deplore
while they do not correct it. sJeanne's
mamma, who could only say ooh,
yes" and ever NICE" would exhaust
her vocabulary again and again in
the presence Of American" guests &C.
companied by many amiab:e wags Of
the head and a generous profusion of
smiles. But she also filled their hands
with the rarest flowers and warmed
their hearts with a taste other almost
priceless wine.
Though our Jeanne declared that
her jaws ached when she ''talked En-
gleesh" all day long, yet, as heraccent
was the prettiest that could be i'm
agined, and her little mannerisms
quite adorable. her admirers wished
that she might "talk Engieesh" for
ever, despite the injury done to her
jaws, for Jeanne had admirers by the
score, though she kept them at a dis
tance.
"Why do you not tell me Of your
lovers, Jeanne?" asked her friend,
Nine. Dufour, OF her one dry,
when she had been discoursi:lg
of Odille's conquests, and counting on
her fingers the long list of Odille's low
ers. And Jeanne answered gayly:
sob! l have no lovers. After three
days they all leave me for Odille.'
you mean you leave them to Odille,
you hard-hearted little girl, replied
her friend.
Its all the same, y laughed Jeanne;
'sif | do not leave them they would
leave me as soon. as they saw my