The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-02-04
A LESSON IN LOVE.

NAs l. lOILO 4<ofdAlCo OWhOL VI q tlAC-
yard, near certain village in the
south of France, wooed and welded
Mile. Julia Gouchard. Exactly where
they dwelt, and all the precise clrcum-
stances of their position, I do not
mean to indicate; and, if l might offer
hint to my contemporaries, it would
be gentle suggestion that they &C.
cupy too much time, paper and Ian
guage in geographical and geneolog-
ical details, very wearisome, because
very unnecessary. Monsieur Pierre
Lavalles, then, lived in pretty house,
near certain village in vine grow
ing district of the south of France;
and, when he took his young wife
home, he showed her great stores of
excellent things, well calculated for
the comfortable subsistence of youth
full and worthy couple. Flowers and
blossoming trees shed odor near the
lattice windows, verdure soft and
green was spread over the garden,
and the mantling vine '.laid forth the
purple grape" over rich and sunny
plantation near at hand. The house
was small, but neat and we'll furnish
ed in the style of the province, and
M. and Nine. Pierre Lavalles lived
very happily in plenty and content.
Here leave them and introduce the
reader to M. Antoine Perron, notary
in the neighboring village. Let me
linger over a notice of this individual.
He was a good man, and what is more
curious, an honest lawyer. Indeed, in
spite of my happy theory, may say
that such good man and such good
lawyer you seldom meet. All the vii
lage knew him; he mixed up in every
ones quarrels; not, as is usually the
case, to make confusion worse con-
founded by a double-tongued hypo-
crisy; but to produce Cancellation; he
mingled in eVeryone's affairs, not to
pick up profit for himself, but to pre-
vent the villagers from running into
losses and bad speculations. He talk
ed much, yet it was not SANDER, but
advice; he thought more, yet it was
not over mischief, but on schemes of
good; he was known to everybody, yet
none that knew him respected him the
less on that account. He was little,
spare, merry-lookIng man, that sought
to appear grave when he was most
inclined to merriment; and, if he con-
sidered himself a perfect genius in his
plans for effecting good, his vanity
may be pardoned because of the food
it fed upon.
M. Antoine Perron considered him.
self very ingenious; and, if he had q
fault, it was his love of originality. He
never liked to perform any action in a
common way, and never chuckled so
gaily to himself as when he had
achieved some charitable end by some
extraordinary means.
1t was seven months after the mar
riage of M. Pierre Lavalles, M. Antoine
Perron sat in his little parlor, and
gazed with glad eye upon the cheer
full fire, for the short winter was just
terminating. Leaning forward in his
chair, he shaded his face with his
hands, and steadily perused the figures
among the Goals with a most pleasant
countenance. The room was small,
neat and comfortable, for the notary
prospered in his humble way, and,
seeking only comfort, found it, and
was content.
Suddenly violent knocking at the
door aroused him from his reverie, and
he heard his old servant rushing to
open it. In moment two persons
were ushered into the room, and the
notary leaped to his feet in astonish-
ment at the extraordinary scene be-
fore him. Had a thunderbolt cloven
the roof and passed through his hearth
to its grave in the center of the globe,
or had the trees that nodded their
naked branches without the window
dance upon the snowy
ground, he had not been more sur
prised.
NJ. Pierre Lavalles and Nine. Pierre
Lavalles stood just inside the door
way. Never had M. Perron seen them
before as he saw them now. Like tur-
tle-doves, with smiling eyes and af-
fectionate caress, they had lived in
happy harmony during the seven
of their married life, and moth
erly danes, when they gave their
away, babe them prosper
and be pleasant in their union, as they
had been joyous in their love, pleasant
and joyous as neighbor Lavalles and
his wife.
Now, Pierre stood red and angry,
with his left hand extended toward his
wife. Julie stood red and angry, but
silent. Eyes that had only radiated
smiles now flashed with fierce passion
as the turtle-doves remained near the
door, each endeavoring to anticipate
the other in some address to the
worthy notary. He, aghast and per-
picked, waited for the denouenent.
MADAME" said M. Pierre Lavalles,
''allow me to speak,"
ssMOnSieur ~ said Nine Pierre laval