Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-03-03

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You might have supposed that some
thing tickled Cachette when he reached
the Rev. Mr.. Camerons, he was 80 ex-
ceedingly buoyant. Indeed. the Rev.
Mr.. Cameron's docktailed spaniel wall
ed, and his three cherub faced little boys
got out their slungshots.
al fear 1t would scarcely be appre-
ciated here" said he. "The boys have
the spaniel. and don't think they win
cut his tail any shorter. Then, there
are the sparrows, II they desire variety.
A gift should go where it will do most
good-look at our flower missions, our
seashore week for the poor. Mrs. e.
Platt Clayton loves beasai1l things, be-
ing artistic; she shall have this concen-
trated song"
So the three little cherub fEcsd boys
carried away the concentrated song, re-
solving to have some fun with it before
they gave it up.
'Bless his thoughtful heart, (" said Mrs.
E. Plat Clayton when Cachette was
brought TO her as she dozed over her
boudoir fire.. tired out from yesterdays
five teas, a dinner and ball. "There's
a good man Ior you'll He shall have that
plaque for Christmas present if l get it
done in time. 'Ariadne' does not look
quite right; III make her frock higher in
the neck, and call her Rebecca at the
Well"
Just then her brother came in.
"Halloa!" he said. "Where did you
get your locomotive whistleT-for Ca
chette was not only buoyant, but fam
boyant.
at is rather gritty" she assented.
Sand / think know somebody who
would like it, John, do you remember
the Compte de Boncour's sister,"
"Was she at the ball last nightF" asked
John with arrested attention.
cat the ballT" she said. "She is not
going out. You know whom I mean,
the little girl who did that preposterous
thing of coming to America to earn her
own living rather than marry a marquis
with pedigree yard long"
"What about herr" asked John, with
foreboding quietness. "She's not sick?-
and all alone here"
"Well," and his sister told him of
Natalie and her sorrow over the loss Of
the bird she thought she must give away
to some one to whom she felt indebted.
"You were at ball in Paris where
she was" she concluded. "She remem-
bers you quite well. She knew you at
once when she saw you here that day
you strolled in when she had brought
some embroidery home to me-"
II remember her." he answered dryly.
"And she remembers me, does she?
That's not bad taste in her. Tell me
little more about her, I'm quite interest
ed in her bold proceedings. I like bold
proceedings--that's what l like about
that plaque of yours, Washington al
Yorktown isn't it?"
And now it is time to make confess
sion, witch has been held back till the
last moment.
It is worth while to say that Natalie,
in her admiration Of the ways of these
United States. had out-Americaned the
Americans. For year ago in Paris she
had seen at reception in the colony
New York man. He was not presented
to her, and apparently did not see her
the truth Of 1t was that he was a plain
man, and did see her and admire her
vastly, but declined to know her, be-
cause her brother made much of It'll,
and family pretensions, and patronizei
the newness Of America.
But after that evening strange feel
ing came to Natalie. She knew little
about America, thought the combined
forty odd states about the size of Paris
and New York small corner. She came
to New York in search Of the man who
refused to be presented to her. Had she
not heard how American girls chose
their own husbands? And how can you
choose husband if you do not go after
him, especially if he will not come after
you?
At any rate, she came to New York,
and the man was John Arlington, Mrs.
E. Platt Clayton's brother, who was not
a society man by any manner of means,
though his sister dragged him to a good
many places. Natalie became shy when
she found herself n ear him and saw the
foolishness of all she had done. When
she was in her poorest fiat she realized
that she could never be anything to him;
that mints of money and the like divided
them, though he had become factor in
her life by this time, and
Well, Natalie's duplex was faring and
doing its best to burst its chimney that
night when some one knocked upon
her door. She thought that Cachette
had done nothing for her, and that M.
Cumbersome Brown had sent a gen
darme (policeman) to set her out in the
street. She saw Cachette in a cage be-
fore she saw who carried the cage, and
her fears were confirmed. Then she
looked at the man who had the cage, and
she did not know if she was in heaven. OF
Paris.
81 told my sister would stop for the
kerchief you are embroidering for her," !"
said John Abingdon. 'It was too Geld
and too late for you to bring it. And
this bird-she said you had given yours
away But Natalie had darted for
ward and sprung open the door of the
cage and out hoped Cachette, laughing
in his shrillest notes.
She caught the bird to her, spread out
one of its little wings. "Seev" she cried,
"a feather is missing! 1t is the same!
Cachette, j'ai bien de ajoie de vous voir.
Il am delighted to see you.) You have
come back to me! 1t is miracle; iti a
miraclel 1t was au revoir, and not
adieu! Oh, monsieurp' and she began
to weep as though her heart would
break, edging as far as possible away
from her visitor, with whom she was
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