Arizona republican., 1892-03-23
HIS SON AND HER SON.

The snow had been falling all day long, and the dark November weather had changed the streets of Paris to dis nal drains for the melting flakes.
 An omnibus stopped at the head of Prony street, and from it's aristocratic interior stepped twelve-year-old boy with morocco satchel under his arm He ran to the door of an elegant house. and the next moment was clattering up the marble steps to the vestibule.
 "ls mother homer" he asked of the servant, as she helped him off with his wet overcoat and leggings.
 "No," was the answer. Her ladyship has not come in"
 And my sistersY
 Miss Christine and Miss Yvonne are in the reception room with Diana and their dolls"
 In the reception room he found Chris tine seated before cheerful fire.
 "Oh, how glad l am that you have got homer' she cried, throwing her arms about his neck. We are so lonelyl Father went out after breakfast, and mother about the time you left for school. Father came back with some cakes, but he went right out again"
 "l have been thinking of father and mother all schooltime. Something is wrong Have you not noticed, Chris tine?'
 "Mother seemed a little put out with father. But that is nothing new. have noticed that this long time"
 "Yes," cried little six-year-old Yvonne, Il have often seen papa crying when caught him in the study and put my hands over his eyes. Ever since the lady in red"-
 What is that she is chattering about" interrupted the boy, with a superior air,
 Yvonne was touched in her feminine weak spot. 'l know it better than you, for was with mamma. We were coming out of the Louvre shops, and 1 had my balloon-the one you broke"-
 You should say burst" said he- brother. Taking no notice, the child went on with her story:
 "Then mamma said to Firmin, I am going to walk across the Palais Royal: have the carriage for us before the Bourse.'"
 Christine and Gaetan looked at each other, hardly able to keep from laugh ing. But Yvonne kept on with her re- factions.
 ''I know what 1 saw, at any rate. And when we met papa with the lady in red, mamma drew me away and squeezed my wrist so hard she hurt me-"
 "What lady in red?" exclaimed Chris tine.
 "There, nowr' cried Yvonne, per haps you'll believe me. And the lady had an elegant bonnet, and a gold veil, and a silk parasol, and, and"--
 But Gaetan jumped up suddenly, ex- claiming: Don't listen to her nonsense! Why should not papa walk with a lady in red if he wants to? There are plenty of ladies come here on mammals Thurs days, and she and pa don't get angry over them"
 "Of course not" said Christine.
 The hours creep on, the Greek theme is written and Ovid in fair way to be converted into bad French, when loneli- ness proves too much for Gaetan's phi losophy and he gets up to rejoin his sister by the fire
 Just then several quick, sharp peals of the bell were heard, and a young and beautiful woman soon made her appear ance. The children had hardly finished a stormy but affectionate welcome to their mother when the door again opened and their father came in. He re- ceived the children's caresses in an ab- stracted way, and turning to the count ess said with some emotion:
 "Clotilde, we must arrange our affairs immediately. Take the children out and come back here, beg of you"
 "As you like" she said.
 Left alone, Count Bellefontaine took the code from the table and opened it at Articles HAS and 1449, and read: "The wife who has obtained decree of sep aration from bed and board assumes the free control of her property. She must contribute to the expense of educating the children of the marriage If her husband has no property she must bear the whole of this expense"
 He closed the book and leaned on the mantel with his back to the fire. "l don't care for the money, but the children. None of them is to go with me. The judge so ordered. and they are to be brought to see me once month, As if were no longer their father, be- cause No consideration! Temptation, passion, weakness never taken into account, and then in three years divorce-unless Clotilde should forgive. She'll never do that, for she has chosen this course"
 "Thank you, Clotilde. You have not kept me waiting Here are the keys of