Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1894-12-01

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it materially if l
could but find the thing wanted.
Paris did not seem the old Paris
found some of the fine shade trees
cut down where the barricades had
been erected, and here and there on
the walls of the little houses in the
Rue Santierre, where l lodged were
the marks of bullets-the scars OF the
rage of the terrible commune.
WANTED a new Misunderstanding
that would fill the house and my
pockets as we'll.
Just then this new drama seemed
dream, vision not to be realized, for
some of the finest things in that line
had failed, and the dramatists were
taking their wares across the channel
and even to the United States.
advertised for manuscripts in the
proper channels and retired to the up
per rooms to wait. knew it would
DE long time before could find just
what L needed, and when thought OF
the stuff l would be expected to read
the useless dialogue and the poor
humor-I fairly shuddered.
NV one friend and confdant, Mon
sieur Jadet a little man with the
blacklist eyes that ever sparkled, used
to climb to my room and walk over to
the table and run his hand through
the dramas that we're accommodating
there.
Il told You SO, " he would say. You
get enough, but not what YOU want.
1t won't come. Paris is still SILVER
ing over the commune, ana it won't
come out of the shadow of the barrt-
cades and such until year has pass
ed. That one terror paralyzed the
brain: it mas palsied the hand, and
no drama, monsieur, no drama! Sacre!
Why do we wait for that which can
not Gomez
And then ne would walk to the win
dow and look out over the city with
his face darl1ly sober.
We waited for three weeks. Day af-
ter day picked upa new manuscript,
but soon laid it down. a dozen lines
We're enough.
One afternoon when l had come in
from a walk through the denuded
boulevards found my room occupied.
Pierre, my janitor, had let my Wis
itor into the room, aud she sat in my
chair with her eyes resting half jeal-
ously upon the pile of rejected dramas
on the table.
was struck at once with the beau
ty of the girl, for girl she was, not
past eighteen, with fragile but be
witching figure and face almost
transparent in the sunlight.
You are Monsieur NJ" she
asked, half timidly, showing me tive
rows Of snow white teeth.
Ireplied in the affirmative and she
seemed TO smile again.
Il am Mile. Vivien," she answered
modestly taking from beneath her
shawl a little roll of paper at sight o.
which l seemed to fall back.
Was il another drama?
you have advertised for drama, -
she went ON. ''And see! l have
brought you one"
took the roll and was about to un.
tie it when she intsrposed hand.
when l am gone, if you please,
monsieur" she said. II will leave il
with you. I will come-when shall
return for your verdict"
Plying the girl, 1 told her had re
ceived so many manuscripts and that
feared hers would not be read fol
some time: but she said quickly:
II will come tomorrow! You viii
read it tonight 1t may be bette
than strolling through the streets,
and before l could reply she hat
arisen and was gone.
/ heard her footsteps on the stail
and then lost the sound Of them.
Half an hour later was looking nj
from the manuscript with a startle,
face II had come! / felt that helC
in my hand the very thing l haC
sought, and with the drama clutchec
in my grip went over to he windoy
and breathed hard, vet joyfully.
The drama was called 1.-THE Coun
tess Claire" and saw at once tina
the young heroine would captivat
anything could.
The girl who had brought tn
drama had left no address and l di
not know where to look for her, so al
had to do was to wait. She said sh
would come the next day.
| dared not show the play to Mon
sieur Jadet but resolved to wait till
had made arrangement for its pun
chase. l would keep the secret all t
myself.
The next day Vivien came bach
Modestly dressed and intellectual i
appearance / had taken to her, an
wondered if she were not the daugl
ter of the play wright.
II have examined your drama,
said |.
''And you like IT," she started.
thought you would, monsieur"
at is very good"
She clasped her thin hands an
looked at me.
"Your father, the playwright
81 have no father! came to Pari
an orphan, from the district of Haul
Lorraine. l walked all the way say
when was helped little by I'll
Prussian soldiers"