Connecticut western news., 1892-03-31
A STORY FROM PARIS. AN INTERESTING ROMANCE OF 4
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The Widow Who Came to ptsposs~ss the Negligent Artist staid to Accept His Love, and Later Ills Hand and He~rt- ! A Little child Led Them.
 There Is friend of mine. a painter, who has all the talents and no talent of his own. He would copy or initiate a Greuze or Vatican to perfection. A Diaz by him only wants the signature. which an interruptions dealer does not hesitate to forge. My friend, whom we will call Durand, is an excellent man, industrious and clever, but too negligent to take the initiative In anything. even in painting. Well. he had given notice to quit his apartment in July, on the fifteenth day of the month, at noon, ao- cording to the customs of the country.
 He had. however. been 30 absorbed in his painting that he had forgotten to re- tain wagon to take away his furniture, and when he did at last concern himself about the matter he only succeeded in securing one for the end Of the day. But at noon precisely, just as he was putting the finishing touches to a copy of Greuze's famous 'Cruche-C Cassee," there | lt was the new tenant. escorted by her furniture. She was furious to find that Durand was "dawdling over his paint brushes" while all her furniture was ont in the street exposed to the gaze of udiscreet passcrsby. She even threat ened to send for the police in order to bring Durand Co Il sense Of his duties as an outgoing tenant
 Durand. like many painters, thought the sea more charming than ever when agitated by storm, and concluded that his fair visitor was rendered more beau tiful by her anger She was about twenty-five years of age. She had dark hair and blue eyes, fine, supple figure. and her pretty nostrils were slightly dilated by her emotion She was ac- companied by little girl of six years of nge--a little golden haired fairy. 'Whatl" continued the irate lady, you are not going away until o'clockY It Is absurd! What am l to do with my funiturel Where Is the propretorl l must sec the proprietorl' lt was im- possible to gratify her last wish. Tho concierge ulone was available, but the newcomer was so terrible. 60 aggressive and so threatening that Cerberus was tanned and ran away, leaving his broom behind him.
 INFLUENCE OF CHILD.
 Durand ought, according to his sys- tenn of imitation. to have become wrath ful. too. but his adversary was a pretty woman. so he sought an ally The lit- tie girl was playing with shepherdosa m porcelain de Sake that adorned one end of the chimney piece. should you like ity" "Uh, yes; 1t Is 90 prottyT Take it." Jeanne" said the mother, 'l forbid you to accept anything" If 1t were only to please her" replied Durand. "l could understand your pro hibition, but it is m economy for me shall have so much less to move"
 Women are ready laughers The lady fixed her eyes on the wall in order to keep her countenance Your name is Jeanne2" said the painter. "Yos, an- swered the child And your papa where is her" He died two years ago" And mamma is widow" "Ycs, mon. sieur."
 Then turning to the lady. Durand apologized for his sins, told her that ho had cleared one room and that he would go and help her get her furniture in. Soon the furniture began to hnd it's placo-the wardrobe, the mirror. the bookcase. 'sOh. madame. without know ing you. as look at these books can read your mind, Balzac, Hugo, Lamar tine"- "Ta. ta, ta," cried the irate lady. you would have done better to clear out before noon than to be trying to study my characteri" "l am work ing all the time, madame. Lookl have put that console therc-here the statue of the Virgin-this little mirror opposite the window" "oh, it is no use; you cannot make peace with mel"
 WRATH TURNED TO LOVE.
 There was an interval of twenty min utes, during which the lady stood at the window. Durand had remained in his room with the child. Are they com ing today or tomorrow-your menY' she asked angrily as she came back into the room: but she stopped in the middle Jeanne. motionless and smiling, was seated on chair and Durand was paint ing her portrait. Mamma said the little one suddenly, "l am hungry. You have some wine and pate in the big basket" Come, then, and breakfast on the balcony" murpured the mother. | was itAA tAAVht VI AhAoh hAa sketch. There wn silence of ten min- utes Then the child returned timidly. Mamma has something to ask you" "whatg "She does not dare" "She wants to turn me outy' No" What theng' Mamma would like to know if you-if you would like n piece of pate.
 This happened on July l5, and when the concierge arrived, all trembling. to announce that the men had at last come to remove Durands furniture, he found him sitting on the balcony at table with the mother and dandling the child on his knees.
 Misfortunes, however, never come alone. The wagon was too small lt would not hold all Durand's things at once Leave your palette. your easel and your pictures" said Jeanne, "l will take care of them, and then you will be obliged to come back again and finish my picture" He left them. He only came into possession of them on Jan. lS. when he brought all his fur niture back into his own room. This time, however, there was no difficulty about the outgoing tenant, for she had meanwhile become Durands wife and the two households wero merged into one. Paris Cor. Philadelphia Bulletin
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