Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-10-14

content, and dashed himself into fury
whe2 he wrote about the great ones
on the earth.
one day he met Kathleen O'Hara in
the morning sunshine, coming in from
her marketing. just as he was going
cut TO breakfast, with a neat gray gown
and a pale-blua neck-ribbon, and a
basket of lettuce and rcdishes on her
arm; and he thought he saw a Greuzc
that had suddenly become flesh and
blood, and had walked out If its frame
IN the Louvre yOnder, across the shin
ing river. He forgot his good manners,
and turned to look after her as she
crossed the yard and tripped up the
steps Of that house which he had lust
left. He knew That two girls occupied
one half OF the third story, but they
had kept themselves SO close that he
had only seen the elder sister. once
in a way, On the doorway, seeming the
morning air. and watching the goings
and comings Of her neighbors. She
and Castor had long been on friendly
terms, so she gave him n little nod, and
laughed as be passed her door.
GENTLE, n'est-ce pas, mon g~racOnE'
she screamed, in her shrill treble, with
the boulevard st. Michel twang.
GENTLE! She is adorable" answer
I'll Castor. is it possible that such
an angel inhabits the same dull walls
that shelter me?'
Dangerous, is it notE But she is as
good as she is pretty, A gentleman's
daughter too, though she and her sis
ter have to work for their bread. poor
orphans. The father was IN Irish
captain
Irish exclaimed Castor, with a
touch of surprise.
He had Il vague idea that Irish men
and women Were Il kind of sayaGes
who inhabited a barren island on the
wild Atlantic, 1ud ran about half naked
among the rocks.
Yes, but these girls have never been
in Ireland. They were educated in a
convent near Bruges. They are young
ladies', pious, well-conductcd, although
they work for their daily bread.
Durand, my neighbor. the young elbi-
net-maker, is over head and ears in love
with the elder sister, and think there
will be q marriage before long"
"Durand, What, the sturdy broad
snouldered youth at No. Z, who whistles
and sings 50 loud as he goes in and
out?
YES: a fine frank nature
NOISY enough, in all conscience,
said Castor; and he went on to get his
breakfast.
He was in no humor for CONVERSE
ton this morning, and Suzon Michel's
prattlc bored him. lie read, or seem
ed to be reading, the Figaro while she
was talking-a rudeness which CALLED
the widow.
DO you know those two young ladies
in the Rue Cit le Occur, the house |
live in" he asked presently, without
looking up from his paper.
Young ladies.' echoed SuzOn con
temptuously. "A gentleman may live
in the Rue Cit le Occur, a gentleman
may live anywhere, that is understood
but young ladies-that is too much! |
know two girls who work for the agti
fetal tIOwer-maker on the Boulevard st.
Germaiu"
They are ladies by birth and educa
ton, 1 ann told"
They are Stltck-up minNes; and al
though that young one has come TO my
shop every day for the last six years
she does not think me worthy Of five
minutes conversation; a little nod and
"Bon-iour. madame" and she's ont of
my shop as if she thought the Dlace
polluted her"
she is Shy. ~perhaps,' said Castor.
Il should o think She could be proud.
Suzou looked at him sharply with
those uashing eyes of hers-tine eyes,
full. black, luminous, but not altogether
beautiful.
What does monsieur know of this
young person that he is so ready to
answer for herr" she asked, With Il
hooking air.
Very little. / passed her in she
street just now. doubt il l ever saw
her till that moment, though we
live in the same house. Some faces
be read at a glance. In hers saw
purity. sweetness, truth, simplicity
MY flith. You are skilltul at read
ing faces" retorted Madame Michel
but it is easy to see virtues Of that
kind in a pretty woman. Had Ma
meselle Hara been ugly YOU would not
have discovered hale these qualities in
her face
''rbcy might have been there, per
hans: but l own l should not have look
cd 50 keenly. She is the tmSge Of a
Grpuzc in the Louvre. You know the
picture i'm the Louyreg'
Not much, said Suzon. with a care
less ~huug.
why YOU There nearly every sun
day afternoon
True: but 1 20 to look ut the people,
not the pictures
Castor paid for his breakfast, and
strolled ON to his newspaper-otice,
thinking that Suzon grew more vulgar