Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1892-03-17
A STORY FROM PARIS
AN INTERESTING ROMANCE OF
THoUehTLEss PAINTER.

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Dsaz by him only wants the signature,
which an unscrupulous dealer does not
hesitate to forge. My friend, whom we
viii call Durand, is an excellent man,
industrious and clever, but too negligent
to take the initiative in anything, even
in painting. Well, he had given notice
to quit his apartment in July, on the
fifteenth day of the month, at noon, &C.
cording to the customs Of the country.
He had, however, been so absorbed in
his painting that he had forgotten to re-
tain wagon to take away his furniture,
and when lie did at last concern himself
about the matter he only succeeded in
securing one for the end Of the day. But
at noon precisely, just as he was putting
the finishing touches to copy OF
Greuze's famous s'Cruche- -Cassee," there
came an imperious knock at the door.
| It was the new tenant, escorted by her
furniture. She was furious to find that
Durand was "dawdling over his paint
bruishes;n- n-.while all her furniture was
out in the street exposed to the gaze Of
indiscreet passersby. She even threat
ened to send for the police in order to
bring Durand to a sense Of his duties as
an outgoing tenant.
-Durand, like many painters, thought
the sea more charming than ever when
agitated by storm, and concluded that
his fair visitor was rendered more beau
tiful by her anger. She was about
twenty-five years of age. She had dark
hair and blue eyes, fine, supple figure,
and her pretty nostrils were slightly
dilated by her emotion. She was ac-
companied by(a little girl Of six years
Of age-a little golden haired fairy.
What" continued the irate lady, "you
are not going away until o'clock It
is absurdl What am l to do with my
furniture2 Where is the proprietor? /
must see the proprietori" 1t was inn
possible to crafty her last wish. The
concierge alone was available, but the
newcomer was 80 terrible, so aggressive
and so threatening that Cerberus was
tanned and ran away, leaving his broom
behind him.
INFLUENCE OF CHILD.
Durand ought. according to his sys-
TEN OF imitation, to havo become wrath
full. too. but his adversary was pretty
woman. so he sought IN ally. The lit
tie gill was playing with shepherdess
in porcelain de Sake that adorned one
end of the chimney piece. SHOULD you
like it, '.Oh, yes; it is so pretty!"
Take it," Jeanne" said the mother,
Il forbid you to accept anything" eff
1t were only to please her." replied
Durand, II could understand your pro-
hibition. but it is an economy for me.
shall have SO much less to move
Women are ready laughers. The lady
RIed her eyes on the wall In order to
keep her eountenanoe. "Your name is
Jeanney said the painter. eyes," an
swered the child. "And your papa
whore is hey HE died two years ago. >
.And mamma is widow? "Yes, mon
sieur.s
Then turning to the lady, Durand
apoIogized for his sins, told her that he
had cleared ono room and that he would
go and help her. get her furniture in.
Soon the furniture began to find its
plaee--the wardrobe, the mirror. the
bookcase. "Oh, madame, without know
ing you, as look at these books can
read your mind Balzac, Hugo, Lamar
ins'- "Ta, to, ta," cried the irate
lady, "you would have done better to
clear out before noon than to be trying
to study my characterls 81 am work
| ing all the time, madame. LookI l
have put that console there here the
statue of the Virgin-this little mirror
Opposite the window" "Oh, 1t is no
use;. you cannot make peace with mel"
| WRATH TURNED 10 LOVE.
| There was an interval of twenty min
utes, during which the lady stood at the
window. Durand had remained in his
room with the child. care they COM
ing today or tomorrow-your menT she
asked angrily as she came back into the
room; but she stopped in the middle.
Jeanne, motionless and smiling, was
seated on chair and Durand was paint
ing her portrait, Mamma" said the
little one suddenly, II am hungry. You
,thsye some wine and pate in the big
basket" "Come, then, and breakfast on
The balcony" murmured the mother.
tDurand was left alone to finish his
tsketch. There was silence of ten min
ftutes. Then the child returned timidly.
mamma has something to ask you. I"
"WhatY' "She does not dare" "She
wants to turn me out" "No." "What
thenY' "Ma,nma would like to know if
you-if you would like piece of pate. I"
This happened on July Is, and when
| the concierge arrived, all trembling, to
announce that the men had at last come
to remove Durand's furniture, he found
him sitting on the balcony at table with
the mother and dandling the child on
| his knees.
| Misfortunes, however, never come
alone. The wagon was too small. 1t
would not hold all Durand's things at
once. Leave your palette, your easel
and your pictures" said Jeanne; 81 will
take care of them, and then you will
be obliged to come back again and
finish my picture" he left them. he
only came into possession of them on
Jan. Is, when he brought all his fur
/ niture back into his own room. This
time, however, there was no difficulty
about the outgoing tenant, for she had
meanwhile become Durand's wife, and
the two households were merged into
one,-paris Cor. Philadelphia Bulletin.
And Still We Have Dyspepsia.
| Scientists assure us that upward OF
An flOll minnie glands are constantly