Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1893-10-12
THE RED FLAG.
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about a new logger VINO Qad taken III
his abode in the two little garT'ets over
their own apartment young man
with a handsome face, and gentil-ah
but how gentil! tout-a-fait talon rouge
He would bear comparison with any
gandin ON the boulevard, although his
coat looked as if it had been well worn
and all his worldly goods consisted OF
one battered pOrtmanteau and an old
egg-bOx full of books
lie writes for the paperS-fOr the
Drapeau Rouge" said Maman Schubert
i have seen the printers devil going
up stairs with proofs. But he is not
aich, this youth, for he breakfasts
at Suzon MicheTs cremerie, and he
buys slice Of Lyons sausage and a loaf
as he goes home in the afternoon.
when other young men are going to
their favOrite restaurant"
Dear maman. how t is that YOU
know everything about everybody"' ex-
claimed Rose.
She had met the new lOdger on the
stairs that morning, and could not deny
Els good looks. He was tall and slim
He had dark eyes-eagle eyes-and Il
black moustache, and features as clear
ly cut as profile on a Roman cameo.
Il have eyes and ears, and heart to
sympathize with my neighbors in their
'Oys and SORROWS" said Madame
Schubert "One might as we'll be the
statue of King Henry on the Pont
Neuf as &C through the world caring
for nobody but oneself"
This was a clever way Of making a
feminine vice seem Il virtue, but Maman
Schubert was really Il good soul, and
always ready to help a poor neighbOr.
She was very fond of the O'Hara girls,
and already she had begun to build her
httle castles in the air for their bene-
ut. Rose was to marry Philip, that
honest young mechanic from the far
south beyond CarcassonEe, who was
doing SO well as il jOurneyman cabinet
maker, and who was something of an
artist in his way. and thus little above
the average mechanic. And now here
there had dropped from the sky, as it
were, the very lover of lovers for Kath-
leen-young, handsome, refined, as
charming us a lover in Il play.
Maman Schubert told herself it was
high time Kathleen should have a lover.
whose duty it would be to protect and
cherish her, and to marry her so soon
as ever they were rich enough to mar
ry. She was much too pretty to remain
unguarded by strong mans love.
For such fresh and innocent loneliness
Paris was full Of snares; she could not
80 the length Of street alone without
encountering perils. The wolf was
always on the watch for this lamb.
Rose O'Hara's avocations compelled her
to be absent all day long, and she was
obliged to new her young sister in the
little sitting-roOm, forbidding her to 20
n step beyond her daily marketing
within Il narrow radius Of the Rue Git
1e Occur.
The wolf, as represented by the
gandin or Tetit crevc, was not often on
the prowl i'll this humble locality. The
pavemeltS were too rough for his
dainty boots, the region altogether too
shabby for his magniticence But from
the SOrborne, from the Luxembourg,
and from the Hotel Dieu issued wolves
or another and rougher species-stu-
dents OF all kinds; and Rose lived in
ever present fear lest one of these
should asSaiI her cherished lamb.
Maman Schubert was often too lazy
to go marketing; and then Kathleen
must needs go alone on her little err
rands to the green-grOcer, or the pork
butcher, or the cremerie
The cremerie was Just around the
corner-One of the neateSt daintieSt lit
tie shops in Paris, or at least it was so
thought by the inhabitants of Git Ie
Occur who patrOniZed it literally. 1t
was Il tiny shop in a marrow street and
one descended to it by two stone steps,
trodden hollow and sloping by pill
grims in past ages; for the shop was
an old shop, coeyal with the departed
glorieS of the Faubourg st. Germain.
1t was cellar-like and dark. but that
WAS an advantage on a hot summer
day. 1t was cool and shadOWy, like
rustic dairy, and it was clean-ah,
how it waS clean! You might have of
fered Il napoleon for every cObweb to
be found in Suzon Michels shop with
out fear of being out of pocket by your
offer. The little tables at which SuZons
customers breakfasted We're of spotleSS
marble Her thick white crockery had
never Il Stain or a smear. Her brass
milk-canS and tin cOffee-potS were us
bright rs silver in a SilverSmith'S shop.
1t wis in this acknowledgement de-
plrtment that CASTOR Mortemar, the
young journalist. took his breakfast
every day-coffee and eggs. roll and
butter, occasionally diversified by a
plate of redisheS.
This simple and wholesome fare was
enlivened by the society of Madame
Michel. Il buXom black-eyed widow of
siX-and-twenty, who had always the
last news of the quarter, and CHEEKY
word for every conner. and who found
a great deal to sly to this particular
customer. She stood behind her bright
little counter, flashing her knitting
needles, or moved deity about the
shop. polishing and arranging her pots
and pans. while CASTOR MortemaI
hreakfasted. and that hour seemed to
her always the brightest in the day
BY the time he had lived six months
in the Rue Cit lie Occur, they We're on
very intimate terms She used to up
braid him if he were five minutes later
than his usual hour, and she would
pout and look sorrOwful if he seemed
i'll haste to depart Once she served