Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1892-07-28
PAULES BLUEBELLS.

Mont Nalerien lay quiet and peaceful as a
Numbering lion. A light mist enveloped
it, falling from the blue sky, across which
the setting sun cast golden flames. Two
steps away Paris grumbled.
The Seine surrounded the Grande Jatte
Isle with low, gentle murmur, murmur
that was one long caress, and there was in
the mosphere perfume of flowers and
| freshly mcwn grass.
Along the driveway on the other side of
| the river carriages passed mt IA trot, bear
ing the happy occupants TO the promenade
or taking them back to the city. On the
water Joyous merrymakers flew by in
yawls that seemed like toys, the rowers
shouting loud salutes to big, lum bering
towboat, black and awkward, which made
them dance like cock leshens on the waves
made by its paddles. And the ferrymen,
who, for one sou a passenger, made the
crossing from bank to bank, paused to let
pass the enormous mass of barges dragged
In tow, while the alert, laughing, noisy
oarsmen full of bravado, dashed by brisk
ly plying their SOULS.
The Seine then was full of laughter,
rolling its green waters with a crisp, chop
ping sound that seemed to cry out to all,
Come on, come onn and brushed the
banks with Il sly little kiss that bent the
reeds and the water lilies still uuuatbered
by the promenaders while the rascallv
sparrows - little vagabonds with their
weethearts-eaped and skipped in the
grassy hooks, near which the greenish
scum of tipy riyulets made moving snots
of emerald
From time TO time pretty girl at the
riller threw lnuuh to the wind. voices
bounded everywhere; tights and JERSEYS.
red and white cans. and the gov toilets of
women. casting for a moment the flash Of
their vivid color unon the rollinr waves
came and went and were little Inv little
riraccd by the tbickening mist that the
heat drew from the water,
"Oh if only had some bluebell.,,
Paule spoke feeblv in "A soft. muff1cd
voice like tn. cooint, Of a bird Har frinnd
had made her tinv nest of moss, and near
the little birch yawl. drawn out on the
grass. seated or rather reclining there her
white flannel skirts spread ont around her
her black. curly hair thick and abundant
bringing ont by contrast the ivory pallor
of her skin, she seemed herself-with that
faint. waveriue red deepenins and naIino
In the wan c6eeks-sOme STRANGE fraiI
blossom.
She wanted bluebells. the whim of n
child oil one incurably in, Her beautiful
dark ewes. surrounded by blush circles
and shaded by lona. curling lashes-evcs
almost Loo biz for the delirnte f,co-snark.
led with deqire-she wanted bluebelIs,
but. dearest" her friend responded
there are no buebclls here"
"Truel How very annovingln
And she gave sigh that was NEARLY n
Bob in her suuken little bosom.
AUat opcea ioyous racket came throuoh
tho t,.ss rho crash of a bass drr,,, opd - n
flourishes of from bones marking the time
of a cav uuadrille. The boatmen of tho
Seine dance with All their heart at these
island ballsl p,ule listened and iovoueI,,
rlanped her hands
"C;orre LET MS see thenp, said she
And he. with gentle. kindly smile fuu
nevertheless Of am uuavow.d sadness bn
pauIe,s friend bcld ont his two etronl,
hands and said simply:
Get M them
In the cabaret freouentcd nv tbe boat-
men the crowd was dense. 3rattv and
pav}y dressed GIRLS in the arms Of staI,rart
nois,n4,,-everv muscle ~ +he bod,, ,l,i,Ir
outlined under the thin woven shirts
nadlv ybirIed about tho tahIa Of Tho
drinkers An orchestra of some do2an
musicians led bv a si0nor son,otbirC, or
otber tbenome snread ont in Letters -. f,,t
long ON a 4audy poster nlaved y furinpa
ouadriIIe
Some Of the dancers affected tho stv1e Of
the chnreuranhs of the outer b,rriars
their nsmbolin0s snrinos and alart ,,,,,n'
nastics. some. more SERMONS dance ISOLATE
w and without katherine the,neoIvos
with the manner of Others. CALAMITY lead.
ing their loved ones here and there v,itb =,
pertain fine and lofty scorn of their sl1r.
roundngs.
Truly strange medley. in which friend
md STRANGER showed eocb otI,arot' ,'t','.
threw them together. and each took nIe,..
ure. according to his taste intovirotin,
himself with the breath Of the evening
While the perfume of pernod mingled in
the air with the smoke of pines and CHARS
to be quickly swept TO the river or to Iano
Tor a moment-little Glue clouds in tLf
trees-as If caught by the branches.
''Ah, but life is poodp, siUbed pauIa
leaning heavily on the arm of her friend
Life! the eternal dream of those earIv
[uooned. Of those that dream of y roo,.,.o,y
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