Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-12-28
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Dagand. This new star will be visible at
the PaImer's on Thursday evening. Don't
forget the name-Mme. Dagand."
The disciples went their way, spreading
the great news far and wide.
Nine. Dagand had been admirably
brought up BY an irreproaehable mother.
She had been taught to rise early, to keep q
strict account of her expenditures, not to
employ q fashionable dressmaker, to believe
in God, to love her husband, to visit the
poor and to pat by half her income for the
dOwries OF her daughters. She led 8 calm
and peaceful life in an old house of the Rue
du Dragon. a house which had sheltered
the fortunes Of three Dagand couples since
1925, the three husbands all lawyers, the
three wives all virtuous. These three fam
lilies had enjoyed an equal and moderate
degree Of happiness. They had known no
violent delights, but neither had they tasted
any suffering to speak OF.
The next morning Nine. .Dagand woke ats
o'clock, conscious of some disturbance and
perturbation. She had passed a very rest
less night she who generally slept like
child Nine. Dagand bad been vaguely
conscious at the opera that something un-
usual was in the air. Ali through the last
act she had felt a certain opera glass fixed
steadily upon her-the Princes opera glass
unpleasant excitement, and once or twice,
under the unhinching scrutiny Of her visa
Wis, she had blushed and drawn up the laees
that veiled her shoulders.
So, after opening her eyes, Nine. Dagand
closed them again lazily and lay dreaming,
between sleeping and waking. She was in
the opera house again and felt 100, 200, 500
glasses riveted upon her
Her maid came in, placed tray upon a
little table, lighted the fire, and withdrew.
On the tray there was, as usual, a cup Of
chocolate and the morning paper. Nine,
Dagand reused herself valiantly, sprang out
of bed, slipped her little bare feet into pair
OF small furry slippers, wrapped herself in a
white cashmere dressing gown, and, shiver-
ing slightly, curled herself up in an arm
chair by the fire. She lifted the cup Of
chocolate to her lips. 1t was too hot, and
burnt her. She put it down, and as she
waited for it to cool, she unfolded the paper
and glanced over the six columns OF the first
page. At the bottom OF the sixth column
were the following lines:
Last night there was brilliant render
ing of Romeo ct Juliette' at the opera.
Most, OF the great leaders Of society we're
present, among them, the beautiful Duehesse
de Montaiglon, the pretty Comtesse de Lar
dac, the lovely Marquise de Muriel, the
To learn the name OF the charming
Baronne, it was now necessary to turn over
the page. Instead of which, Mme Dagand
laid the paper on her lap and gave herself
up to reflection. She remembered how she
had amused herself the evening before BY
getting Palmer to point out the famous ele-
gantes present, and the banker had specially
directed her attention to this selEsame Glove
ly Marquise." Now, Nine. Dagand eOnsid-
cred sf1oVely" an Unfortunately superla-
tive epithet. The Marquise was 40, if she
were day. And Mme. Dagand, who was
%, raised herself in her chair, and glanced
at her face in the glass. She smiled; we'll
pleased at the charming blonde she saw re-
fiected, all youth and freshness, bloom Of
pink and white.
'iAhP' said she. IF were a Marquise
perhaps the gentleman who wrote this might
have thought it worth while to notice me
and my name might have figured in his list.
How amusing it must be to see ones name
in pEintP'
Thus rejecting, she turned the page and
went on with her paper:
''The charming Baronne de Myrvoix,
etc. We must further note the appearance
of new star in the Partisan constellation.
The whole house was In an ecsfaey of adj
miration over a mysterious, gray-eyed
blonde of distracting loEeliness, whose
sheulders-such shouldersl-vere the topic
of the evening. Who is she2 Who is she?
Who is the owner of those exquisite should
ers?' Who, indeed? We are fortunate
enough to know, and generous enough to
give our readers the benefit of our knowl-
edge. The lady is Nine. Dagand-"
Her namel She had read her own namel
A mist rose before her eyes. All the letters
of the alphabet seemed to have begun q
frenzied dance across the page. Then they
calmed down, subsidized and re-
gained their places. She was able to find
her name again, and go on with her para
graph.
''The lady is Nine. Dagand, the wife of
one OF the most wealthy and popular law
yers in Paris. The Prince de Nerins, whose
word is law in these matters, gave it as his
opinion last night that Nine. Dagand was
the prettiest woman in Paris We quite
agree with him."
Then came a dash. There was no more.
But it was enough It was too much Nine.
Dagand felt herself perfectly overwhelmed
BY an extraordinary conflict of feeling, q
of fear, pleasure, delight. eonfu-
ZION, satisfied vanity and wounded modesty.
Her dressing gown had fallen away little
rom her neck She drew it together almost