The morning call., 1891-12-06

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studio Of the fair artist was to be decorated
in a manner 20 suggest country life, the
supLer-tsb.cs grOaDIBg under a load Of
Viands whose forms al least would have
rendered them appetIZIGg 10 q company OF
4 peasants. That IS TO say, the ices were to
he shaped Ike carrots and turnips, and tine
must exquisite daintieS were to be disguised
under rustic eXterj0rs. The conversation
Of The guests was likewise 10 be borrowed
from rural districts. All the refined circle,
tired OF the usual drawinsro0In correctness.
promised ITSELF enjoyment In this counter
felt simplicity. just as Marie Antoinvtte took
pleasure in milking her cows.
ii madame would try on all her cos
tune? We cannot tell-peThaps there may
be something aIGisS mere or IheTe!'
Madame was not hard b persuade She
looked i dainty mIler's wife. out of comic
opera. The bright red petticoat was very
short, the WOODEN apron draDed to look like
an cverskiTt tightly drawn back and
gathered IN large QUIZ below the waist;
the enormous straw hat was furnished with
a miniature windmill perched on the crown;
iairy's Hour sack slung on the shoulder
and the sabOts-the pretty little sahots !,
She was greatly amused to sea herself thus,
and while watching her reflection in the
mirror she thought of her youth, how duh it
had been, and pitied IT,
Jeanne Reyuard was only a Partisan since
her marriage; this Will explain how it hap
pened that she was now more Partisan than
anybody else. Her father, a merchant of
Rouen, had given her 100000 francs as
dowry, and at - she had been married to
Kari du Boys, whom she mad known in her
childhood under the name Of Charles Du-
bOls, poor neighbor.
The poor neighbOr had become one of the
great men Of his country, and it was con-
s.derei that little Jeanne had been lucky in
If In
same way OF thinking herself. Karl du
Boys had made place apart for himself in
literature. Without being man of genius
lie had much talent Of the supple kind,
which lends itself easily TO the popular vein
OF the moment-nOyetlst journalist, critic,
historian, as the occasion suited. Every
thing lie dId was easy, Drettiy turned, airy
and light and amusing. lie seemed to be
himself the incarnation Of good hum0r. and
at an epoch when most literature was of a
sad and depressing character, despairng
woe forming the chief element both in
romance and In verse, the good, healthy
tone of Karl du Bows writings brought
something like requisite consolation to the
minds OF the general public. Success flowed
IN on Nun with raplditv sufficient to turn
head less solidly planted than karl's. but
lie was wise in his intelligence; the exag-
gerated eulogy which would have placed
him on level with writer's Of real genius he
treated with protesting shrug of the
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esiy.
The marriage had been brought about,
Ike many other marriages, by a train Of
circumstances rather than through any ire
sistibie attraction between the two inter-
ested parties. Mother Dubois had always
coveted little Reynard and her hundred
thousand francs for her son; the ease,
which bad come by degrees through this
son, had put her at last on a footing of
equality with the Reynards; her ambition
s.tzE ii
they liked about her son being able TO fad
more brilliant match for himself in Paris
now that ms name was so often in the
papers. Size shook her head; with mar
rage like that she would have nothing to
do She wished, iu marrying her son, to
give him wife OF her own choosing. She
made the first advances; Monsieur Reynard
nestaied. The merchant, who had gained
his fortune little by little, put small conf
dence in fame so sudden and wide as this;
but when the young man had paid visit to
kOuen. and he had seen him so feted and
coveted by other families. he decided TO con-
suit his daughter. The young people saw
each other after long period of Sc paration,
Tor Jeanne had been at school and Karl had
rarely visited Rouen. She found him Charm
ing; the name which he had recast from the
paiernal one, and which he had rendered
celebrated, did not dIsplease her; besides,
size was wearied to death of her dull exist
enee. Her mother was dead her two sis
tiers married and far away; her father, alb
Sorbed IN his business, took her nowhere
into society; AID her greatest pleasure in
life was to listen to Nine. Dubois singing
the praises Of her wonderful son.
Kari, when he paid that visit, had no in
tenton of marrying. He was barely 80, and
MS bachelor life in Paris in Dowise dis
agreed with his tastes. However, this little
neighb0r, whom he had handled on his
knees; this young girl whom he encoun-
tered in the kindly intimacy of his mothers
house. set linn dreaming Of domestic happi-
ness. he never knew exactly how il han
pened, but when ne left Rouen he was
engaged to Mile Reynard, and the wedding
day was set. He was too busy to be very
ardent lover. He wrote to Jeanne every
week and received timid little replies which
gave Jeanne an infnitude of troabIe-to
write to novelist frightened her. She was
greatly astonished TO find the letters of this
novelist very simple and natural, and as
lar differing as possible from what she i'm
aglned should be the style of literary man.
In point OF TACT they knew very little OF
each other when marriage threw them into
each others arms.
Kari soon. became sincerely attached to
his young vile; there was no passion in his
fOndheSS, however; he was absorbed in his
work. The poetry in his composition was
used up in the exciting scenes Of his
romances; in real life the middle class man,
1ond Of his ease, demanding no more than
the comfort and peace OF an affection which
was kindly, and not too exacting, claimed
the upper hand. He was affectiOnate. atten-
tive. always good humored, the easiest man
IN the world TO live with. Jeanne Fever
dreamt OF any cause Tor complaint: she
thought herself very happy, and if now and
again scarcely acknowledged yearning
alter something more came over her in her
sadder moments, she quickly reproachod
herself with ingratitude; she comparet her
lie OF dreary dizziness as Young girl with
ner lille as woman, and concluded, like her
friends at Rouen, that she had been uncOm-
monty lucky.
On her first arrival in Paris she felt at
once that she had a great deal TO learn. a
great deal more to forget. She was humble
and unobtrusiye. The timidity of the Young
bride from the provinces who felt herself In
an unknown country excused her silence,
while the vivacious intelligence in her eyes
precluded the possibility of belief in her
dizziness. She studied and prepared herself
that her husband should never have cause
TO blush for an awkwardness on her part,
nor for an ignorance innocentiy displayed.
Jeanne had feminine tact in high degree
and an almost morbid fear of ridicnle.
By degrees she grew hardy. Without
having really any great originality, she had
plenty of spirited life and gayety natural
Jeanne Mariet (Alme. Charles BigOt) was born in
Paris OF American parents-her father being George
X. Hesly. the portrait paiutersnd educated partly
en America and parity In France. She married
literary man. Professor Bigot of the military school
OF st. Cyr Two of her taIes-"Marca" aud ala
Tache dn Petit Pierre"-haye been crowned by the