The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-06-14
The Maid Was a Man.
From the French of De Maupassan

The two young married ladies' seem liter
ally buried in flowers. They are alone In a
roomy landau filed with bouquets just like
a big flower basket. On the front seat two
hampers are full of violets from Nice, and
on the bearskin which covers their knees a
confused mass of roses sensitive plant, wall
flowers, daisies, tuberoses and orange blos-
SONS, tied with silk favors, seems almost to
crush their fragile forms, only allowing the
shoulders and arms and little OF the waists
one of which is blue and the other lilac
to appear above this dazzling and beauti-
fully scented rest.
The coachmau's whip is twined with
anemones, the harness Is decked with char
locks, the spokes of the wheels are worked
out in mignonette, and In the place OF
lamps two enormous bouquets give the APP
pearance of two extraordinary eyes belong
ing to some hower-covered and moving
monster.
The landau bowls smoothly along the way
OF Antilles street, proceeded, followed and
surrounded by a crowd Of other carriages
similarly decorated, crowded with ladies
half hidden under a sea of violets. 1t Is
Battle OF the Flowers" day at the Cannes
carnival
The procession reaches the Boulevard de
la Fonciere, where the battle takes place.
Along the whole length of this fine avenue
double row OF gayly decorated carriages
goes and comes like an endless colorsd rib
bon. From one to the other they throw
flowers, which pass through the air like a
shower of bullets, striking many fair face,
then gianclng off, tall into the dust, where
| they are picked up by an army or street
| arabs
A dense crowd packed ON the sidewalks
and kept there by mounted policemen, who
pass by roughly and drive back the too
eager pedestrians, by no means allowing
| the shabby or poorer people to mingle with
the wealthy crowd, looks on noisy but good
nstured.
4 Iu the carriages people call each other by
| name, exchange bows and subject each
| other to hot fire Of roses. A carful of
pretty women, all clothed in brilliant scar
let, attracts and delights the eye. One gen.
tleman, who looks like portrait of Henry
! w., full of energetic fun, throw We about an
| enormous bouquet fastened to him by a
1 rubber cord. To avoid an expected blow
from 1t the ladies close their eyes and the
/ men duck their heads but the beautiful
proiectile, quick and well under control,
\ simply makes a graceful curve and comes
back 30 its owner. who very soon hurls it at
| some new face.
The two young ladies in the landau do
their best to exhaust their arsenal and In
return receive fresh heap Of bouquets
then, after an hour Of the battle little
tired they order the coachman TO drive
along the gulf of Juan road, which winds
along the shore.
The sun is disappearing behind pEsterel
and makes the jagged side view Of the
spreading mountain stand out black on a
background of fire, The sea spreads blue
and calm to the far off horizon, where il
mingles with the sky, and the feet an.
chored in the middle of the bay has the APP
pearance of collection Of huge sea mon.
sters motionless on the water.
The young ladies stretched out on the
| Ill tt I'll
At last one breaks the silence.
There are some evenings when every
thing seems good. Is it not 80, Margot?n
| The other answers:
Eyes, it is very nice, but there is always
something wanting"
"What is it, l feel completely happy and
don't seem TO want anything"
"Ah. but you don't think. No matter
how comfortable our bodies we always want
something for-the heart.n
And the other, smiling:
"a little lover
YES
They rslapsed into silence Then the one
called Marguerite murmured: Life with
out il seems unbearable. | must be loved
by some one or something, if it is only a
faithful doggie. But we are all like this
what do you think, Simone"
mot quite that, dear l would sooner
not be loved at all than by-well, it is of ne
consequence who. DO you think it would
be pleasant 60 me TO be loved, for example
by-by -" She tried to find some one By
looking across the open landscape, and he
eyes, after scanning 1t, fell on the two bras
buttons which shone on the back of be
: coachman; then she went on with a laugh
"by my coachmanF' Marguerite smile,
slightly and said in low voice:
81 assure you it is very funny to have on
of your servants fall ia love with you. The
make such faces that 1t almost kills one wit
laughter. Naturally one Is stricter tina
usual when they become too forward; the
one discharges them at any moment on tn
first excuse handy. because it makes yo
! look so ridiculous should any one notice it.
Simone listened without turning he
head. then she said: NO, most certaiul
] my otman's heart isn's enough for me.