Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1893-11-04

eTtu 70 90. 10 turn the pages Win al
speed, the fair white page of this young
girls life, as yet without a trace Of cray
ON. ] had turned 40 many pages, you
see. that resembled in everything those
mirrors Of the restaurants. which every
body scratches with names rad addresses.
.Ah! the young grill That ignorant,
innocent and timid being, exquisite and
white. white as the virgin snowi had
found her at last, that ideal maidl How
happy | should be to have always beside
me that clear regard, that smiling
mouth, that skin SO satiny and softl
was fully decided would marry, ms
soon as possible, Mile. Brivardl
And then, every evening while push
ing my suit. went to dine in the Bou-
leyard Malesherbes, to find myself again
In the white and gilt salon. with the
same bronxes, the same screens, the
same divans and easy chairs from Beau.
vais. only, Mile. Bertha no longer cut
the leaves Of The Revue des Deux
Mondes.
Now she read lighter and droller
journals, filled with sketches and pic
lures Of genteel little ladies. who greatly
resembled herself. Every day, too,
took her u bunch Of flowers, roses or
white lilacs, entering daily at the same
hour the same shop. where. on seeing me
arrive thus and always for the same pur-
pose, the same young flower girl put out
her hand to the same compartment and
presented me the same roses and the
same lilacs.
Il had become regular customer, re-
garding ao one and always hurried,
though it would have been very agree
able to stay and contemplate those heaps
Of odorous blossoms, violets, orange
flowers. above all camellias, their petals
holding the velvety sheen of wonan's
flesh, and in that verdure young girls
trim and smiling and with the rosy tint
of living flowers
II grow idyllic. No matter! II is a
memory.
II did not at frst--barbarian that
was-observe the dainty grace and the
pretty, sad face of the young fleuriste
that served me. thought only OF
Bertha, saw only Bertha; her golden
curls danced always before my eyes.
She was Thousand times prettier than
the little Angelo, and il only. said to
myself, she wore the Morlaque costume
OF the peasantress in the opera-
"Angelei and that very evening we
turned together. Bertha and |, the leaves
Of the family album. A very much
mingled album at that Soldiers, mer-
chants, parchment aunts, apopleptic un-
ala arNtllarxr n.l1 A
minister, ] say. as in olden times, one
always had in ones album grantifa.
ther coifed in the skin cap Of the Ma
tional Guard.
Wait, said Bertha suddenly, closing
the covers. I've better one still to SHOW
you. And she ran To seek it. She ran
-ahl what figure! And she brought IL
this one full Of actresses, singers
danseuses; all the shoulders and busts
of the opera, all the trunks and tights of
the ballet
"And there, sandwiched between Ju-
die and Theo. saucy. roguish, the most
decolleted Of the lot, the little Angelo of
the Bouffes.
"'And doesn't she look like me? cried
Bertha joyously; every one tells me
+ how much l resemble her. Seer
''And assuming the attitude of hei
operatic counterpart, winking her eye
and with finger to the side of her nose,
she began to hum-Bertha began 10
hum-the rollicking couplets Of the RE
mentoir."
Heaven be mercifula Mile. Briyard
daughter of NJ. Adolphe Brivard. com
mercial notable and former president Vi
the Commercial exchange, knew the
repertoire of the Partisan bouffesl
~ took my leave q little suffocsted
this evening from the white and gilt
salon Of the Boulevard Malesherbes.
The little Angelo and the little Bertha
mingled strangely in my thoughts and
hoped gayly beside me like two little
puppets clad in the same costume, and
my faith. the farther / went the less
knew II was going 10 see Mile. Berths
Brivard appear in the passage Choiseul
or to marry tefore tricolored scarf il
the precinct Office the little blond
Angelo Of the operatic score.
Twas Just 1t that moment that
found myself Mt the door Of the florist,
shop, where every evening ] entereo
regularly They were starting to clos.
up, but between the azalea branche
and gilded baskets, among the deep
waxy greens of the caoutchouc plants
shining as II vanished under the spra,
of the fountains, perceived finishing
bouquet, pretty as pink in her blael
robe and white collar, which brought on
so clearly the rich brunette skin. my lit
tie flower girl, who every day for th
past three weeks had given me the sam
bouquet with the same gentle. courteou
and sad little smile that ! had scarcel
noticed.
.And ! staid there looking at hez
She was charming, my little friend th
flower girl. Her black hair brunhe-
smoothly back from her forehead, am
] giving to her straight, classic profile th
air Of an old medallion. With it all,
true Parisienne. sweet, dainty, piquani
the gaslight falling on the glossy bande
hair, the fingers turning in and on
among q heap Of roses, which sh
grouped TO harmonious whole ms on
binds together the notes Of . sonnet.
II saw nothing but that little whit
hand, 30 pretty, slender, aristocratit
and | staid there contemplating IL,
J who beyond there, had already prepare
! the way 10 demand anotheri
! The next day--I omit, you see, th
recital OF my dreams and insomnia IA
insomnia with haunting visions Of Gov
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