Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1894-09-29

Wrapped in cloaks the two stole down
the street and entered the tall build
ing. They threaded their way among
the dusty bags. soaring the silvcry
coated mice. and climbed the stairs to
the artists studio.
When his eyes fell upon the visinr
Of loveliness Madame presented tc
him. they shone with new light
Love? Well. part love and part arts-
tic rapture. but in either case Annette
was the cause. The little French
woman clapped her hands and laugh
ed ioyfully.
Always during the sittings, Madame
sat decorously by knitting indus
triously. but keeping sharp eye out
as became chaperon. Not the slight
est symptom of love-making escaped
her. The portrait grew beneath the
brush as If the very fairy of good luck
had lent her spell to the artist. Never
bad his palette glowed with such
"olors. nor had such hitherto impos-
Sibie tintS blOSSomed forth Every de-
tail OF the fresh young face became
familiar to him; until at last from the
canvass looked forth the sausage ven
der's daughter, in the grand DANES
robes. as beautiful as the pro,ldest
lady in the land
II can do no mOre.' sighed the ar
tist; then Madame arose and taking
the girl by the hand. led her toward
the door. "Monsieur has no longer
need of u.s." she exclaimed. "adieu."
But the artist would not have it So
He pushed past the old Frenchwonan
and stood before the girl.
Il love Won Apnotta bo ,r;nJ. .,,,;,l
you not marry me!''
"Tut. tut" said Madame. "You must
speak first to Monsieur Laubeau. We
Will have no bold American manners
here. If he consents. then Annette
may think of you. Come Annette"
1t was indeed true that the little
Madame had brought good luck to the
poor artist. The portrait was sent to
a picture dealer: in less than week
1t was sold. and orders had come
through the dealer to set the artist
busy. He went to thank the old
F'renchwOman.
The good people like something
fresh. said the Madame. Monsieur
might have sat in his garnet and pined
ana been melancholy till he died. Good
lnck would have none of him. One
must be brave and smile to win for
tune"
Il owe everything to YOU" said the
grateful young man.
"Ah! true" returned Madame nom
chalantly: "but tell me- have you vet
won Monsieur Laubeau's consent?''
Alas! he refuses me Annette's hand
He will give no reason
I'VE must learn" said the Madame.
and leaning far out of the window of
her tiny shop. she bcckoned frantical-
ly to the sausage vender across the
road. He came. followed by Annette.
why is it Monsieur Laubeau re-
fuses his daughter to the young Mon
Sieur who loves her truly?" inquired
the Frcnchwoman.
81 could not get on without Ann
cite. Srumbled the old man; there
would be none to cry hot sausagcSw
''rrue. true" said Madame: but
must the young people be unhappy for
this:"
81 am old" continued the sausage
vcndcr. land l have but Annette. If
yield her to the young Monsieur. who
will care for me?'
'Let me think" said the little
Frcnchwoman. "Ah. | have it! 'Tis
said only the young should we'd but
l say tits we'll to be comfortable in
ones old days. and companion is
nccdful. If Monsieur Laubcau wishes
it | will reconsider the proposal he
made me years ago: he shall fetch the
sausage stand across the road and set
it herein front of my shop. The
priest shall make us one; and |. my
self. will cry hot sausages! MARY T..
stone Rasset in Kate Fields Wash
ingtOn