The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1892-03-10
HIS Son and HER son.

The snow had been falling all da;'
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. anT 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 gathering up
the marble steps to the vestibule.
as mother home?" he asked Of the
servant. as she helped him off with his
wet oyercoat and Ieggings.
"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.
ooh, how glad | am that you have
got homer she cried, throwing her arms
about his neck. I'VE are so lonely!
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"
81 have been thinking of father and
mother ali schooltime. Something is
wrong. Have you not noticed, Chris
timer
Mother seemed little put out with
father. But that is nothing new. have
noticed that this long time"
.'Yes," cried little six-year-old Yvonne,
q 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. Il know it better than you,
for / was with mamma. We were
coming out Of the Louvre shops, and |
had my balloon-the one you broke
"You should say burst said he-
brother. Taking no notice, the child
went on Win ner STORY:
"Then mamma said to Fir1nin, Z 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-
Elections.
u know what 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-"
tsWhat lady in red?" exclaimed Chris
tine.
There, now!" cried Yvonne, .'per-
haps you'll believe me. And the lady
had an elegant bonnet, and gold veil.
and silk parasol. and. and"-
But Gaetan jumped up suddenly, ex-
claiming: Don't listen to her nonsense!
Why should not papa walk with 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 a 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 tc
their mother when the door again
opened and their father came in. He re-
ceived the children's caresses in an alb
stracted way, and turning to the count
ess said with some emotion:
"Clotilde, we must arrange our affair;
Immediately. Take the children Out
and come back here, beg of you"
.sAs you like" she said.
Left alone. Count Bellefontaine took
the code from the table and opened it al
Articles 144S and 1449, and read: 1.-THE
wife who has obtained q decree of sep
aration from bed and board assumes the
free control of her property. She mus
contribute to the expense of educating
the children of the marriage. If hel
husband has no property she must beal
the whole of this expense"
He closed the book and leaned on the
mantel with his back to the fire. q
don't care for the money, but TIT
children. None of them is to go witt
me. The judge SO ordered, and they arr
to be brought to see me once a month
AS if were no longer their father, be
cause No consideration! Temptation
passion, weakness nevel
taken into account, and then in three
wears divorcc-unless Clotilde shoult
forgive. She'll never do that, for sh'
has chosen this course.
.'Thank you, Clotilde. You have no
ne waiting. Here are the keys o