St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-12-25

When woman's teeth are too large
and white she ought not to smile too
often, if she wishes to keep her friends.
Monsieur, their escort, looked about
with an air of Importance and posses
sion and slipped his wine dalntily. He
ate little.
At one side of the room good-nat-
ured, rosy-faced Englishman ordered
his courses in English, aud ate every
thing set before him.
Two women in flashy costumes and
paste diamonds discussed their affairs
quietly in an opposite corner.
A little reporter from one of the
French newspapers read his paper, and
the patrons of the restaurant at the
same time. A friend, who looked as
though he might be downtown
broker out for Christmas lark, came
in, smiled ana nodded to the reporter,
and passed on to the next table. A black
cat wandered up and down the room,
making friends with all there, and beg
ging now and then for bit of fish or
chicken, which she was sure TO get.
M. Penoid was eating bit of
fish, when he looked toward the door.
A stout woman was entering. Monsieur
may have been tifty-five, or perhaps
sixty; at any rate, he was no longer
young. Tine woman was not over forty,
round, rosy and better dressed than the
freQuenters of the place. She was
alone, and her eyes met Nj. Penoid's i'm
mediately. She looked surprised, but
not displeased. She went straight to
his table, and, putting her large, we'll
gloved hand in his, said only The one
word, Henri"
Louise, is this really you?H said M.
Penoid in French.
The woman threw off her wrap.
seated herself comfortably in a chair
opposite her companion, and carefully
drawing off her gloves, said, half jok-
ingIy: "Wait for me, monsieur"
''Ah, Louise, L have waited for you
many. many years." said the little
Frenchman.
Yes; but mean your dinner"
81 would wait always if | might have
you with me at dinner" said he gal
lantly.
And this was the meeting, after years,
in different country, and under far
different circumstances. Then they had
been betrothed and should have been
married.
when youth and maiden quarrel it
is like spring shower; when a young
man and woman quarrel 1t is like the
fiercer storms in summer; with those
older the heavy autumn storms appear;
but in later life the quarrels of men and
women are like the bitter and binding
storms of winter. And as men and
women grow older, they quarrel and
have hot words over more trltling things
than youths and maidens.~
Nine. Jacuues-Who had been once
married-quarrelled with her lover be-
cause she wanted to come to America;
he did not. He was in-the prime of life,
we'll established, and Paris had too
MANY varied charms. Madame's first
marriage had been an unfortunate and
unhappy one. Old scenes were distaSte-
full to her. She longed for new life
and a new country. Monsieur Penoid was
satisfied, and said so, and, when they
were both old enough. and should have
been wise, they Quarrelled and separ-
ated and this was the first tlme-they
had met. Madame had come almost im-
medately to New York. and her lover
had followed.
And was it strange that they had not
met? No. "Fate will bring US TO-
gether," said NJ. Penoid TO himself. and
lie looked upon this Christmas night as
IuIlutlWGUt vi ms plVPiCEy'
Perhaps The diners at the dlngy little
French restaurant smiled rs they looked
AT tie strange couple. talking so ear
nestly, but they smiled goodnaturedly.
There was much TO tell. No, madame
had not married, but she had established
a successful business. and WAS not so
old that she had gwen up all hopes of
risking her chances in the great matri-
monial lottery, provided she found the
right person. Nine. Jacques was in a
banieIing mood. 1t was so like the old
DAYS, hut monsieur did not like 1t, Years
of hard knocks. trouble and waiting had
changed him; but his companion
seemed the same. Can you not be
serous2" he asked.
II have always been serious. my
friend, and was never more so than to-