The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1892-06-24

rose the same din Of voices.
Durand and Mortemar coItrlyed, by
strenuous eXertlons, to secure bottle oil
champagne and another Of bordeaux,
polllet gras and Chateaubriand, some
fruit, cheese, salads and the wedding-party
breakfasted merrly amidst the din, squeezed
together in their corner, stiflingly hot under
the burning glass roof and in the crowded
atmosphere. But who would not be happy
on wedding-day, and In the hour of vic
toryP They sat at the little table for more
than an hour, nearly half OF which time had
been wasted in waiting; and when they
went out again 1t seemed to Durand's keen
eve as IL change had come over the spirit
of the crowd outside. There were only
about half the people, and faces were graVer
some faces of business men looking even
perplexed and troubled; voices less loud;
no more hats thrown into the air, more
laughter.
The rest OF the brldal-party were too much
absorbed in each other to note this change
in the public temper. The carriages were
waiting to take them to the Buttes Chau-
mont, where 1t had been decided to spend
the afternoon. They were to go back to
dinner, which Madame Schubert and Rose
had planned between them, in Madame
Schuberts apartment, which was spacious
and splendid in the eyes of the jewellers in
Git lie Cgur. Duranl and MOrtemar had
wished to give dinner at some popular
restaurant-au Moulin Rouge, for instance;
but the women had set their faces against
such extravaganza. Rose argued that 1t was
a sin to squander money on eating and
drinking. She had heard that at such places
a napoleon was charged for single DISH
franc for a pear or peach; yes, when
peaches were to be had for three or four
sous at the street-cOnerS. So Maman Schu.
bert and Rose had held grave consultations,
and had gone marketing together on the
eve of the wedding; and now, while they
were driving merrily towards the Place de
la Bastllle, the ddube q III PrOvenC0Le was
slmmering slowly on the little charcoal
stove in la Schubert's tiny kitchen. The
petlts tours from the cOnfectlOner's in the
Rue du BAG were ready in the doll's-hOuse
larder, and the dinner-table was out with its
fruit and flowers and golden-crusted lOaves
Of finest bread, and bottles of innocent
MedOc ready for the feast.
The excitement Of the good news pervaded
Paris. The Rus st. Antoine, the Place de
la Bastllle, were alive with oilers. They
drove by the long dreary Rue dc la Roquette,
past the prlson-walls, away to Menilmon-
tant and Bellevllle, where the honest harm
less working population. the blue blOuses
and white muslin caps, were oil astir in the
sunshine-a seething crowd. There was q
kind Of falr,On the Boulevard, Saturday and
Sunday fair-swings and rOundabOuts, and
a juggler or two-all merry In the white
August dust, under the hot blue sky.
They drove through narrow old streets on
the top Of the hill-dusty, crowded, I'M
wholesome, wretched dwellings "a truculent
rabble, blue blOuses white night caps, every
where; queer little wine-shOps, queer little
eatlng-houses, an intOlerable OdOr Of petit
blcue and dbSLnthe suisse, a tumult OF
harsh voices-and so to the wonderful gar
dens, the green valleys and Alpine crags,
the blue lakes and Swiss summer-houses,
and Grecian temples Of the old, old quarries
that have been made into q pleasure-ground
for the people of Paris; surely the prettlest,
gayest, most picturesque playground that
ever tyrant gave to his slaves. Let us call
him tyrant, now that he is asleep in his
English grave, and all the good he did for
the Paris he loved 80 we'll Is appropriated
by new masters, his name obllterated from
all things which his brain devised and his
enterprise created.
The weddng-party drove in by the gate
that had admitted 50 many brides and BRIDE
grooms, smart and smiling, In their new
clothes, their new bliss. They drove lit
tie way into the grounds, and then alighted,
and climbed one Of tho Alpine promontories,
and looked down upon the gay scene be-
meath. Never was more joyous crowd be-
meath brighter sky, amidst fairer land
scape. 1t seemed as II all Paris was taking
holiday The verdant valley was palptat-
ing mass of blue bl0uscs, white caps, par
ti-colored raiment, frightened here and there
by the uniform of Sergent dc Vtlle. One
could hardly sec the greensward, so dense
was this muster OF human beings. The
chalets were crowded with customers; lem
Onade, syrups, coffee, ices, Bavaran beer,
were blng consumed wholesale. Mothers
and children, fathers, sweethearts: Paris
was all here en- fdmlLe, all elated at the
great news, somewhat vague Mt present.
But CASTOR and his young wife went higher
and higher, seeking some solitary spot be-
yond this holiday thrOng, and at last found
q hill upon which vegetation was wilder
and more romantic, and where they were
alone for little while, looking down upon
Paris lying in an oval basin at their feet, a
city of white houses and church towers
domes and statues, girdled with gardens
flashing with fountains, the beautiful river
winding through the white streets and quayS
like q broad blue ribbon, touched will
CLEANS OF gold.
as 1t not q noble cityP" asked CASTOR
proud of his birthplace, the only home he
had ever known.
Yonder to their left, on the slope Of thu
hill, lay the cemetery crosses and columns
Egyptian sepulchres, Roman temples, gilt
tering Whitley in the sun, amidst tangle o
summer foliage.
"Shall we be there, among the lines, whel
our life is over, wouder% unused Kathleen
"Perhaps you will have a tomb like Balzac'
or Musset's. Who knows"
"Who knows, indeed dearestp l hav
been earning my bread by my pen for TIN
last ten years, and do not find myself an,
nearer the fame of Bal2ac than when | be
gan. Yet who knows what may do now
have you to work for? BalZac had lon
time to wait. Fame comes in an hour some
times. And Of late, inspired by thought
of you, have nursed tho dim idea of
novel, as l tramped backwards and fol
wards to the office, Yes, believe have
fancy which, worked out faithfully, nigh
hit the Parlsians. b 1t a journalist is til
drudge of literature, All his faculties ar
the slaves of q tyrOnnicol master, who's
name Is TODAY. lie must think only Of tn