St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-05-03

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mn atsS4Tl leading the way into a
ifE --c~eslSMl very diminutIve sew
va ing room.
SsSsagSsSF/ but is madam sure
51 l shall be satisfac-
tory?''
"Oh, I'm quite sure that we shall
manage fam0uSly together, nam Zelle, "
said Mrs. Sheldon, pleasantly, as she
turned 10 look again at the newcomer.
Really. this was more than she had bar
gained for. She had meekly requested
Of tie concierge the address of
seamstress, and behold, with
Nine. Abert's compliments a breath
ny picture. The child was perfect-Shc
.0uldn't be much older than Florence.
there was something indeScribably
etching about the ribbon hat and
simple gown. "She is just about the
same size as Florence, too. and if she
viii only do as well for Flo," thought
Mrs. Sheldon. II Shan't be afraid to
show off the child'S French costumes in
New ork.'
Mam'zcile did not hesitate to beam
her pleasure the while she pulled OFF her
Well-fittIng gloves, and when she had
removed her lat and sat down at the
table in the broad glare of the critical
sun, the American wOman's conscience
troubled her sorely. She had never
seen anything half so pretty in Paris, or
anywhere else for matter. How dreadful
# Richard should take fancy to the
girl, and what if she were one of those
dangerous little griSettes one reads
about at times. The mother instinct
,rembled for the son as she stood by the
chi1fOner with her hand on FlOrence's
blue silk. and gaZed rather GROSSLY at
The brilliant figure at the window.
Mam'Zcle nodded over to her with a
captivating smile, aud snapped the scis-
sors together invitingly: "Allons,
madame, shall we not begin. Mon dlen,
what ravishing blue is that!'
I'VE shall make of Mees Florence a
veritable Madonna" said the gay little
SeamstreSs late in the afternoon. 1t
was the second fitting. and Florence's
schoolgirl figure was beginning to as
sumo Il decidedly French air as mann
zclle hOvered lightly hither and thither
now TO the back, now to the front,
and am'Zelle's magic fingers patted
and Smoothed and coaXed the silk into
thing OF beauty, while her employer sat
ne; in condition of mute admiration.
You're an artist, mam'Zelle," she said,
involuntarily, but mam'Zelle blushed
brightly and shook her head in depre-
elton.
"a beautiful day, mam'zelIe," OBJ
served Mrs. Sheldon tentatively from
beneath the laces of her parasol. They
were returning from the Bon Marche,
where the French girl had acted as in
terpreter, and as they drove slowly up
The broad avenue of the Champs
Elysee, Mrs. Sheldon suddenly turned
her attention from the miniature
IN y1fatac lyintr with nprCac
Oh either side of the shaded avenue to
the slim figure opposite, who was all
nncOnsciOusly making thing of JOY out
OF the shabby brown 1iacre. Ills in
deed a heavenly day, madame" as
aeuted maIn'zelle cheerfully, land a
great pity. is it not, that MeeS Florence
is not with us to enjoy the drive"
oh, Florence is having good time
where size is-she has gone 10 spend
the day with Nine. Buisson at Fontain-
beau," said the elder woman comforta-
bly,. But tell me, mann zelle," she
continued with real interest, ''do you
have any amusement after the long
days work-you are so young, you
know" she fastened to add, for the
question had evidently discounted the
girl.
This is enjoyment, madame-this de-
liciouS drive" she answered evasively;
but the kind mothers eyes were not
satisfied with such a meager admission.
and mann Zelle returned the gaze with
a great show of Observation-Disclosures. She
could be brave. Oh, yes, she could be
brave.
Il have not known enjoyment for
thee years, madame" she admitted
frankly. but it is as well-it is as WELL
do assure you. When first | came to
Paris the days were long-so very long.
and a game of Shuttlecock under the
green trees of the Place DIES Ternes
was not thing TO be despised.
And most assuredlv it was pleasant
to sit with the concierge and her daugh-
ter III the evening and chatter and
watcn the moon sailing Overhead-the
same moon that was shining down on
my home in BarbiZOD. But then had
to give up these designations. madame.
They fatigue one; and the next day |
would not sew as well, and when one
means to be business woman, and
make fortune, it is necessary to work.
work. Is it not?"
Yes, oh, yes," admitted MR.. Shell
don, encOuragingly. 'Still, m'zelle,
little pleasure now and then"
Yes, madame, l know, KNOW in
terrupted the girl, hurredly. "That is
just it. am too fond of pleasure. |
went to the theater a short time ago,
madame. did-it is true. You will
despise me for that, perhaps"
Mam'Zelle'S voice faltered. She had
grown quite pale during this appalling
admission. Mrs. Sheldon laughed
lightly.
"DespiSe you for going to the theater,
mam'Zelle," she exclaimed WONDERING
ly, and was instantly sorry for her want
of feeling. for mam'zelle's blue ewes
were obviously misty, and she folded
her hands tightly together.
Madame does not understands she
said gently, but madame does not an
prove of the theater, and Mons. fAbbe
says they are only for the wicked. All.
am glad they do not know how bad
am, since am come TO live in the great
city of Paris" sighed mam'zelle, and
her innocent face so truly mirrored the
troubled condition of her gentle soul. il
was all the American woman could do to
refrain from kissing her as the fiacre
came TO Standstill.
''Mazette! Butthou art beautiful. nv
little blonde''
Mrs. Sheldon let the door handle slim
from her fingers, and turned sharply TO
tne opposite side OF the conveyance to
hehOld a typical promenader of the
boulevards greedily devouring mam'-
zelle with ardent eyes, and boldly
evincing an appreciation of her
charms by a suave, insulting smile.
while the girls tightly clasped hands
and dead-white cheeks betrayed an ag-
Ony of confusion. The insult was so
cruel, SO daring. Grasping her compan-
ions arm, Mrs. Sheldon dragged her out
of the vehicle and into the house, and
did not feel safe to let her go until they
were well up the stairs and in the
cool little salon. where she thrust
mamzelle into a chair and sank into
another by her side. MY child!'' she
gasped, show terrible, how perfectly
terriblel And IN broad daylight! are
you much frightened?'
Mam'zelle's color was coming back
gradually. She sat up very straight and
gave her parasol brisk. buslness-like
shake.