Nevada County picayune., 1890-01-01
THE JUCCLER.

ship, while Napoleon was unlimited master of the state which yet bore the name of republic, Josephine lived at her castle Malmaison, where every evening Napoleon came to visit her.
 One day she was dining quite alone al Malmason, and while the dessert was being served a man was admitted. He was about 50 years old. While jugglers and magicians have a lively appearance, thls man s features were deeply earnest. He carried little table, which he placed before Josephine, and covered 1t with a worn cloth. After these preparations he drew out three tin cups, with which he executed all kinds of jugglcry. The balls quad- rupled themselves under his fingers and formed all kinds of figures and grotesque forms, only to disappear again in a twinkling. Like the mu- sical composers, the magician also has his overture before he unfolds the panorama to the eyes of the all dience. After this he touched the magic cups with stick of ebony and said: Madame. you may express any wish and it shall be fulfilled. l regret very much that you have fin ished your meal, else 1 could have brought you dishes which were want ing on your table to-day-the red feather of the Mediterranean, sar- dimes of Royan or the little silver fish caught in the vicinity in which madam was born-for the great welfare of France. Madam, you may order whatever your heart wishes. Do you wish spotless diamond or grass fly on the heather, an Oriental ruby or nightingale?" This man, who placed all the wealth of nature at Josephine's disposal, seemed to wish that she might decide upon the nightingale, for he put his ear to the cup and it almost seemed as if he heard the melting tones of the singer of spring. Josephine, whose desires were modest, and who preferred . bunch of flowers to diamond, se- lectcd neither diamond nor q ruby nor a nightingale, but a rose, She had scarcely spoken the word when the juggler upset the cup and showed the astonlshed lockers on rose, which bent gracefully on it's stem and filled the room with sweet fragrance.
 My goodness, said Josephine, you have cut the prettiest rose in our conservatory, the rose which l intended giving Bonaparte to-mor- TOW. It would have unfolded during the night"
 Beg pardon, madame,' replied the juggler, politely, this rose be- longs to me and l have the honor to present it to the wife of the first con- sul; 1 would never dare to touch her flowers and have never been in her conservatory"
 Josephine sent servant to inves- tigate the truth of this assertion and was told that the rose which was des- tinedsfor the first consul was unhurt. IncredulOus as creole she could not hide her admiration, and, |, in fact, 1t was impossible to embarrass the man who was so entertaining and wonder creating. He magically drew out of his pocket swarm of singing birds which picked up the crumbs; then he filled a tumbler with water and as quickly as he would upset it number less flowers flowed ubon the persons around, and Josephine imagined her self in her conservatory.
 { When the wonders had reached their highest degree, Josephine reached for the pompadour, which was hanging on her armchair, in or der to give some gold pieces to the iuggler. When the juggler noticed this he fell down at her feet, saying Madame. you can reward me hundred times for tms little pleasure n have given vou, but not in money . mercy. madame, mercy
 "Whichf" she asked.