Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1892-02-20
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changed the streets of Paris TO dismal
drains for the melting flakes.
An omnibus stopped at the head Of
Prony street. and from the aristocratic
interior stepped l2-yaar-old BOY with a
morocco saChel under his arm He ran to
the door of an elegant house, and the next
moment was chattering up the marble
steps TO the yastibule,
is mother home? 2" he asked of the
servant, as she helped him of with his
wet overcoat and leggines,
No, was the answer. Her lady
ship has not come in.
And my slsters2'
Miss Christine and Miss Yvonne are
IN the reception room with Diana and their
dolls"
In the reception room he found Chris.
tine seated before a cheerful fire.
"Oh, how glad I am that you have got
home! she cried, throwing her arms
about his neck. eve are so lonelvl
Father went out after breakfast, and
mother about the time you left FOR school.
Father came back with some cakes, but he
went right out again.
81 have been thinking of father and
mother all schoolime Something is
wrong. Have you not noticed, Chris
tine?"
Mother seemed a little put out with
father. But that is nothing new, have
noticed that this long time.
Eyes, - cried little 6-year-old Yvonne.
Il have often seen papa crying when |
caught him in the study and put my
hands over his eyes, Ever since the lady
in red"
"What is that she is chattering
about?" interrupted the boy, with a supe-
rior air.
Yyonne was touched in her feminine
weak pot II know it better than you,
for / was with mamma. We were COM
iEg out Of the Louvre shops. and ! had
my oalloOn-the one broke
you should say burst" said her
brother.
Taking no notice, the child went on
with her story:
Then mama said TO Firmin, 4 am
going to walk across the Palais Royal;
have the carriage for us before the
Bourse"
Christine and Gaetan looked at each
other, hardly able to keep from laughing
But Yvonne kept Oh with her raaec.
ti0ns
81 know what saw, at any rate. And
when we met papa with the lady in red,
mamma drew me away and squeezed my
wrist so hard she hurt me.
''What lady in red?' exclaimed Chris
tine
There, now, cried Yyonna, perhaps
you'll believe me. And the lady had an
elegant bonnet and a gold veil, and a silk
parasol, and, and"
But Gaetan jumped up suddenly, ex-
claiming: Don't listen to her nonsense.
Why should not papa walk with a lady in
red if he wants to? There are plenty of
ladies who come here on mamma S Thurs
days, and 8he and pa don't get angry over
them"
'Of course not, said Christine
The hours crept on the Greek theme is
written and Ovid is in a fair way to be
converted into bad French, when oneIi-
ness proves too much for Gaetau's phiIos-
ophy, and be gets up to rejoiu his sister
by the tire.
Just tien several quick, sharp peals Of
The bell were heard and young and
beautiful young woman soon made her APP
pearance. The children had hardly fin.
ished stormy but atfecti1nate welcome
to their mother when the door again open
ed and their father came in. He received
the children caresses in an distracted
way and, turning tc the countess, said,
with some emotion;
"Clotilde, we must arrange our affairs
Immediately. Take the children out and
GENE back here, | beg of you