The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-10-12

"Courage," she said. But Achille could not bs expected to show courage on such an occasion as this
 "My prospectsr" he cried, with e fine pathos My hopes my fGncee!"
 Some one gave poor little Aglae Mounet . friendly push from behind, and Veuve TAsse caught her with mighty hand.
 "AglAe," she said, "thou alone standest with dry eyes. Hast thou then no feeling1"
 "l have feeling" said Algae, raising her proud little face, "but l have also hope. We have the money 1t is not enough to despair because in three days we have not found 6 substitute."
 "But to-morrow-to- morrow" cried Achille, clutching his hair "these locks must fall"
 A perfect groan burst from the little crowd. "Look l" said Aglae, holding out her hands, "we have between us 1000 francs to offer, and do you mean to tell me that for that no substitute can be found2 Bah." Aglae turned on her heel and went up the street. You've TAsse put her cap straight with 6 shake and rapid movement of both hands.
 "Pcstel" she exclaimed. "Two thousand francs I did not think 1t was SO much as that"
 "It is a large sum-" said old Mime. Vigot. "If l had son I would send him and live on the money But have only daughter for my sins" "Leave me to my sorrow, ]" said Achille. "f have but one consolation: the ladies of St. Didier will regret me- Lying on the battlefield, dabbled in gore, shall yet feel when another takes their locks in hand, sigh will betray that Achille is not for gotten"
 
 mechanically. "There is, then, no mistake about the money7"
 "Money She talks of money CIeU Where is her heart2"
 "But, after all, business is business. Come into the shop with me, my nephew. have proposal to make"
 Achille rose to his feet with alacrity and fol- lowed his worthy aunt into the innermost recesses of the shop. The women fingered a little while chattering, and then walked on their way.
 The band ceased. La belle des bellcs came up the street. M. Duval timidly followed st her heels the epaulettes gleaming in the fading light She stopped at the door of the coifeur's shop, and tapped it with her fan. "Jeanniotl !" she cried, "Jeanniotl"
 The window flew open, a rush of perfumes shed themselves on the air, and Achille appeared. "Madame2"
 "At twelve o'clock to-morrow7"
 "Alas, madame, if 1t be possible"
 "Come; you must do the impossible" 1" said one oi the gentlemen, laughing. "Nothing is impossible for la tout belle"
 "It shall be done" said Achille, with his hand on his heart.
 The next day the market rang with the news substitute had been found-Veuve Tasse's youngest son. youth with a round, shapeless face like radish, and sabots which clickety- chopped along. He joined the army in floods of tears Achille waited on Mime. Duval, and arranged a coiffure for her that day which had rarely been equalled, never excelled.
 "He is genius, this little Achillel Vai" In the course of a month Achille Jeanniot called one evening M. Mounet, the father of his fancee M. Mounet was a watchmaker and jeweler, and the world prospered with him. He had three daugh. ters-the two elder married, both happy widows 1t was peculiarity of St. Didier, there were nc men in the place M. Mounet could hardly be called 6 man he was like a weak, elderly bird nothing but prominent watery blue eyes and s large pale beak. Madame did everything. All the shops were served by women women kept the cafes. The men who were in the town were tho idle ones, who lived on the wives earnings. The best of the men were away for ten months of the year in the Newfoundland fisheries and when they were at home it was such hindrance, such gene that no one was comfortable till they were away again. The opinion held of men in general wa low in St. Didier. There were plenty of soldiers