Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-06-08

and just went out"
No." she answered CURLY.
The poor young lady seems trifle
TO be pitied," | continued. Her hus-
band is much too dull and sedate; even
now, when they are probably on their
wedding-tour, he would rather talk with
that horrid professor than with his
charming wife"
And his charming wife naturally
seeks other amusement, and would be
happy to know that you are so far gone
as to pity her. for my part" contin-
led she, laughing scornfully, reserve
my compassion for the Isolate hus-
band"
did not ask why. and we left the
breakfast-table.
After long walk by the sea, prom
enadcd the concert platz to the sound of
.he Carmen March" There was such
a crowd that it was difficult for me to
find seat. Everyone around me was
laughing, talking or tlirting. saw the
strangeSt sights, the most peculiar cos
tunes! My head was whirling
In the midst of lively gathering.
amongst which there is not one familiar
face, stranger experiences n feeling
Of sadness. | fell into n rcvcrie, and
suddenly the motley crowd seemed I'M
natural to me; each one seemed to wear
n mask, to play part; it was like n
ghosts appearance in the bright sun
shine, and had an odd sensation as if
the people were falling upon me be-
cause had watched and seen through
their actions. | shook off those foolish
thoughts and rose. 1t was sunset, time
for invalids to leave the square. for it
was quite chilly.
My Godl how much suffering there
was on that small spot of earth; and at
he same time how much vanityi
Soc that young woman. how YEARLY
she leaned upon her husbands arm,
now she was dressed III the latest, most
outre fashion; overloaded with orna-
ments her pale checks rouged! And
that young girl in the last stage of con-
sumption, who was drawn about in n
chair, had her emaciated form clothed
In light, white material, and CO.
quoted, entirely covered with bloom
ing roses, with her own weakness and
with death, while her eyes beamed still
with n deep love of life, and she lis
tened delightedly to the measures OF
the latest opera.
There the young girls with an unnat-
ural bloom on their sunken checks ex-
changed glances with the Partisan dam
dies who were lettering about, and
made arrangements for trip to Monte
Carlo. It seemed to me as If the Reap
or glided through that crowd and select
cd his sacrifices for the coming days.
One seldom hears Of death occurring
at Nice hut here and there a we'll
known face disappears from amongst
the throng, and in that picturesque
little cemetery a new mound arises, or
the train carries its sad burden to dis
tant northern home.
had seen enough Of the Nice bath
ing public! 1 turned again to the sea-
Carriages were driving slowly about.
Under n parasol, adorned with fresh
violets, l beheld her of the golden curls.
The carriage passed close by me. This
time caught glimpse of the lovely
face, framed in coquettish hat, turned
with happy smile toward her vis-a-vis,
an elegant young man.
Seated next the lady was our spec
tacled friend, who gazed indifferently
at the evening sky, Indifferent was
he also to the Irritation of the two
others. Carriage, goodman and foot
man all looked first-c1ass. 1t was no
hired coach, but private one; that was
clear
Was he perhaps a man from the so
called best circles, with his young,
coquettish wife? If great ladies SO
often resembled coquettes, why could
not French marquis per sang look