Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-02-25


Natalie wondered if she would have to
take cheaper fiat, go gradually dow:
and down till she finally landed in the
east side, which she read 30 much about
in the papers and with SO much horror.
But the cheaper fiat came nearer and
nearer every day till at last it could no
longer be kept off. The companion
made room for lower priced article in
the way of half sized maid who could
scorch chop and ruin eggs in the most
accepted fashion.
Still the greatest quandary Of all was
not yet.
That was next to it when Natalie had
not the rent for this cheaper fat, thu
Vassar girl passed her on the street as
one suddenly struck with blindness, and
for days at time Cachette was the only
living creature she saw, the ''girl" not
counting as living creature, in so much
as she existed for the sole purpose OF
spelling whatever she undertook and
warbling popular melodies to the &C.
compartment Of piano organs that
bCOppeu uDuer In6 WINDOWS.
Natalie grew wild of gaze and took
walks on the Brooklyn bridge and looked
at the water with speculation in her eyes
And those eyes were remarkably fine
ones, too, and consorted we'll with the
clear white complexion and even teeth
and a charming figure that came as the
ineradicable bequest of long line OF
cultivated ancestresses.
Then it came about that Natalie was
merely "the French girl" and the fla
was a less expensive one still and more
heavenward, and "the girl" faded from
the perspective, and money was scarce
article indeed, and the shopkeepers said
that really we did not want hand EN-.
broideries any more-they had gone out,
don't you see, and passementerie had
taken their place.
1t is possible that Natalie's American.
lied ideas had undergone considerable
moderation by this time, and OF nights
when she could not sleep for wondering
how she would get through tomorrow
maybe her thoughts fitted over to Paris
and the gayly lighted streets and the
theaters, the bright boulevards and the
antiquated but kindly friendships she
had once enjoyed-from all of which she
was separated by more than time and
distance.
"Oh, CachetteW she would cry up tc
her inseparable companion with his head
under his wing, nous sommes etroit-
ment unis!" eve are very closely unitedI
Then the great quandary of all came
she could not pay the rent for even her
poor fiat, her gown was very shabby,
and the pot au feu was neither very sue
culent nor nutritious-and all this in
year!
The only work she had was kerchief
for Mrs. E. Platt Clayton, and she cried |
so much that she could hardly see to do
it and made false stitch here and there. |
In Paris she had met Mrs. E. Platt |
Clayton at reception-of which more
anon-and the lady held to her yet
Though it may as well be confessed just
here that Mrs. E. Platt Clayton had ul-
terror views regarding her friendliness,
and her sisters and sisters-in-law were
to complain; for Mrs. e. Platt
Clayton had sent them so many useless
that they spoke among
themselves, and mutually owned that
Amelia had always been little odd and
that maybe it had gone to her head. Still,
was fad in these times
ook at the English! The truth is that
Mrs. E. Platt Clayton was an artist.
She had been in Dresden and the little
own of Sevres, and believed the aff1atus
lad come to her and that she was a poet
n china. And Natalie struck her from
he first as being an ideal subject for il
She worked up to Natalie before she
made direct attack on her. Then she
'rdered gorgeous altar cloth, to have
nut which into the church would have
aised schism. When she ordered that
10th she took off Natalie's head sketch
ID it, you know. When the cloth was
inished and she made it into an afghan
or her sister Margaret's baby coach, she
lad stolen Natalies arms, her hands, her
lair, one eye--indeed, she might have
pened a museum of comparative anato
ny in little while. And all because