Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-12-08

DufanQ ana MOrlenaf cOntflNeu, by
strenuous eXertions, to secure bottle OF
champagne and another of bordeaux,
poulet grds and a Clateaubriand, some
fruit, cheese, salads and the wedding-party
brealfasted merrly amidst the din, squeezed
together in their corner stillingly hot under
the burning glass roof and in the crowded
atmosphere. Bat who would not be happy
on wedding-day and in the hour of vic
tory? They sat at the little table for more
than an hour, nearly half of which time had
been wasted in waiting; and when they
went out again it seemed to Durand's keen
eye as if change had come over the spirit
of the crowd outside. There were only
about half the people, and faces were graver
some faces of business men looking even
perpleXed and troubled; voices less loud;
no more hats thrown into the air, no more
laughter.
The rest of the bridal-party were too much
absorbed in each other TO note this change
in the public temper. The carriages We're
waiting TO take them to the Buttes Chau-
mont, where il had been decided to spend
the afternoon. They were to 60 back TO
dinner, which Madame Schubert and Rose
had planned between them, in Madame
Schubert's apartment, which was spacious
and splendid in the eyes of the jewellers in
Git le Cnur. Durand and Mortemar had
wished to give 4 dinner at some popular
restaurant-au Moulin Rouge, for instance;
but the women had set their faces against
such extravaganza. Rose argued that il was
q sin TO squander money on eating and
drinking. Sac had heard that at such places
napoleon was charged for a single dish, a
franc for pear or a peach; yes, when
peaches were to be had for three or four
sous at the strSet-cornerS. So Maman Schu.
bert and Rose had held grave consultations,
and had gone marketing toy 'ther on the
eve of the wedding; and now, while they
were driving merrily towards the Place de
la Bastile, the d,IIbe q III PrOUeHcdle was
simmerlng slowly on the little charcoal
stove in la Schubert's tiny kitchen. The
petitS tours from the cOnfectioner's in the
Rue du Bac were ready i'm the doll's-house
lardeT and the dinner-table was out with its
fruit and flowers and golden-crusted loaves
of finest bread, aud bottles of innocent
AledOc, ready for the feast.
The excitement of the good news pervaded
Paris. The Rue St. Antoine, the Place de
la Bastille, were alive with idlers. They
drove by the long dreary Rue de Ia Roquette,
past the prison-walls, away to MeniImon-
tant and Belleyille. where the honest harm
ltNN NhIklIly lNbIl III tNl. INt Due DlOQSGS
and white muslin caps, were all astr in the
sunshine-a seething crowd. There was
kind Of fair on the Boulevard, Saturday and
Sunday fair-SwngS and roundabouts, and
a iucgler or twO-all merry in the white
Au-ust dust, und ~ the hot blue sky.
They drove through narrow old streets on
the top of the hili-dU,ty, crowded, un-
wholesome, wretched dwellings "a trucue nt
rabble, blue blouScs, whiteni- htcaps, every
where; queer little wine-shOpS, queer little
eatng-hOuseS. an iutOlerable odUr Of petit
blcIJe and dbSiHttc suisse, tumult Of
harsh yOices-and 50 to the wonderful gar
drns. the green valleys and Alpine cragS,
! the blue lakes and Swiss summer-hOuseS,
and Grecian temples of the Old, old quarTies
that have been made into a peasure-ground
for the people Of Paris; surely the prcttieSt,
gayest, most picturesque playground that
ever tyrant gave TO his slaves. Let Us call
him a tyrant, now that he is asleep in his
English grave, and all the good he did for
the Paris he loved so well is appropriated
by new masters, his name obliterated from
all things which his brain devised and his
enterprise created.
The we3dug-party drove in by the gate
that had admitted sOmany brides and BRIDE
groOms smart and smiling, in their new
clothes. their new bliss. They drove lit
tie way into the grounds, and then alighted,
and climbed one Of the Alpine prOmOntOrieS
and looked down upon the gay scene be-
meath. Never was a more Joyous crowd be-
meath brighter sky, amidst fairer land
scape. 1t seemed as if all Paris was taking
holiday. The verdant valley was palptat-
ing mass of blue bl0useS, white caps, par
ti-c0l0rcd raiment, frightened here and there
| by the uniform of Sergent dc Uilie. One
could hardly see the greensward, so dense
was this muster of human beings. The
/ chalets We're crowded with customers; lem
onadP, syrups, coffee, ices, Bavarian beer,
were b ing consumed wholesale. Mothers
and children, fathers, sweethearts: Paris
was all here en- fdmHle, all eatcd at the
great news, somewhat vague at present
But CASTOR and his young wife wen! higher
and higher, seeking some solitary spot be-
You'd this holiday throng, and at last found
a hill upon which vegetation was wilder
and more romantic, and where they were
alone for kttle while, looking down upon
| Paris lying in an oval basin at their feet a
| city of white houses and church towers,
! domes and statues, girdled with gard rs,
flashing with fountains, the beautiful rv r
+ wnding through the white stress and quays
! like broad blue ribbon, touched with
! CLEANS of gold.
as it not noble city?" asked CASTOR,
proud of his birthplace, the only home lie
| had ever known.
! Yonder to their left, on the s'Ope of the
! hill. lay the Genet ny, crosses and columns,
| Egyptian sepulchres, Roman temples, gill;
tering whitley in the sum- amidst tangle of
| summer foliage.
"Shal we Re there, among the lines, when
our life is over, | wonder?' unused Kathleen.
"Perhaps you will have tomb like Balzac's
| or Musset's. Who knows"
! "Who knows, indeed deareSP i have
been earning my bread by NV pen for the
last ten years, and do not find myself any
nearer the fame of a Balzac than when | be-
! gan. Yet VINO knows what may do now
have you TO work for? BalZac had long
time to wait. Fame comes in an hour some
times. And Of late, inspired by thoughts
of you, l have nursed the dim idea of q
novel, as 1 tramped baCkwa DIS and for
wards to the office. Yes, believe / have a
fancy which, worked out faithfully, might
hit the Parisans Bat journalist is the
drudge of literature. All his faculties are
the slaves of tyrannical master, whose