The Durham daily globe. (Durham, N.C.) 1889-1894, 1894-07-30
ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL.

On the banks Of the Orge, but a -h0r'
distance from Bellies FOntaines. can l.,
seen an elegant little chateau of modern
construction, rooted with slate. Stand
ing on the hillside, III the midst OF
grassy lawns and surrounded bv low
trees, the house attracts the attention
OF the few rOwers who from time K
time descend the Orgc TO Juvisy. Occa.
slonally a fisherman in search Of q goJC
place to throw his hook has perceived
on the heights above a woman, her face
covered with a thick veil, and a young
man who walked slowly beside her,
leaning on her arm. At the slightest
sound Of an oar both disappeared
around the bend Of a path or behind a
clump Of shrubs. The people Of Juvisy
had vainly employed every effort tc
penetrate the mystery.
After having exhausted all magma
bic suggestions the innkeeper and the
grocer Of Juvisy had decided hat the
young man was a maniac, whom his
family had imprisoned in that property,
bounded by a high wall on the side to-
ward the road and by a river on that to-
ward the fields. As for the woman, she
was a relative or a hireling, and when a
painter, returning from Belles-FOn-
taines, asked who was the owner of
that sheltered, mysterious looking park,
without the slightest hesitation they
replied, cit is a mailman who lives
there"
On July 10, 1884, during one of
those periods Of heat which Senegambia
envics US the ViscOunt de MOntbrun left
his small hotel in the Rue Varnet at 8
in the morning and walked down the
Champs Elysces. NJ. de MOntbrun was
one Of those Parisians who never leave
Paris. THE sea-, " said he, was made
for fishermen and sailors. 1t has its
beauties Of course, but it is agreeable
only N hour each day. AS soon as it
begins to cbb it uncovcrs a lot Of pesti-
lcntial mud, compared with which our
great sewer is a bottle Of cologne. AS
for the country, it is always just as hot
there as in Paris, with this difference
you never know what to do with your
evenings there" On all sides he saw
hacks loaded with trunks.
The preparations for the approaching
18th Of July festivities saddened his
heart, for the true Partisan is the inyet-
crate enemy of public holidays and Of
all manifestations which disturb his re-
pose.
"Where can | take refuge for three
| Io,--I;D +Io,,-I+ NJ J., NTo,,+l-,, M
year previous he had gone to ST. Ger
main, and they had made just as much
racket and shot off quite as many bombs
there as at Paris. MOntbrun then re-
membcrcd that he had promised himself
an excursion into Brittany before the
pick of the demolishcr had finished
transforming hat old corner Of his
country. To see again Wire Fougcroe,
pass a day at st. Malo and thcn return
would be just the thing. He would thus
avoid the crowd and noise.
On the morrow MOntbrun arrived at
Vitro. 1t was Saturday evening. II
provincial towns to fairly judge the
beauty of their women it is necessary to
take ones post on Sunday at the door
of a church. That is why MOntbrun
stood as early as S in the morning be
fore the splendid editce dedicated to st.
Martin waiting for mass to be over.
Before leaving Paris he had thrown into
a pOstbOx q few words addressed to Mile.
Paula SaIimbcri, an artistic dancer at
the Eden thcater. Paula was a superb
girl, a native Of southern Italy, with
all the ardOr of that cline bcaming
from her large, dark eyes. She had
made her debut at Naples, and after a
season at the Italian thcater at Nice
had displayed to the ParisianS her IRE
proachable shape and varied graccs.
MOntbrun was then % years of age, a
handsome man, we'll vcrSed in theatrical
doings, whose personal charms were
augmented by an income of 60, 600
francs a year. His admiration for the
charming ballet dancer was at once r.
c~iprOcated, and they were soon launched
upon the waves of Il desperate Irritation.
But the young mans fancy was short
lived. 1t was not long before the shall
low attractions of the Italian beauty
ceased to please him, and he lOnged to
escape from her altogether. But Othel-
los jealousy was puerile compared to
hers. Montbrun was fairly afraid OF
her. He darednot tell her outright what
the gradual decline of his attentions
portended. He had simply dropped a
note to her upon his departure for Nitre
bidding her a long farewell and intimat-
ing that he might never see her again.
As she believed that he had no neal OF
procuring his address, he thought him
self now we'll out of her way.
Mass was over, and people We're be
ginning to come out Of the church.
Suddenly Montbrun was seized with ad-
miration. Amid the crowd he had
caught sight Of the face of a young girl.
Never in his most ardent dreams had he
imagined aught so lovely as that face,
with its ideal lines. its more than earth
~ bcauty-beauty 50 calm, so serene,
so radiantly pure that it seemed that Of
one of Gods angels, He wondered If 1t
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