Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-07-27
ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL.

On the banks of the Orge, but short distance from Belles- Fontaines, can be | seen an elegant little chateau of modern construction. roofed with slate. Stand ing on the hillside, in the midst of grassy lawns and surrouEded by low trees, the house attracts the attention of the few rowers who from time to time descend the Orge to Juvisy. Occa- sionally q fisherman in search of good place to throw his hook has perceived on the heights above a woman, her face covered with a thick veil, and 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 q clump of shrubs. The people of Juvisy had vainly employed every effort to penetrate the mystery.
 After having exhausted all imagina- ble suppositions the innkeeper and the grocer of Juvisy had decided that the young man was maniac, whom his family had imprisoned in that property, bounded by a high wall on the side to- NdIu Iuc IOdl 11hN1 OAA SAllS tO- ward the fields As for the woman, she was relative or 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, "It is madman who lives there.
 On July 10, 1884, during one of those periods of heat which Senegambia envies us the Viscount de Montbrun left his small hotel i'll the Rue Varnet at 9 ill the 1rrrning and walked down the Champs Elysecs- M. de Montbrun was | one of those Parisians who never leave Paris. The sea-" said he, twas made for fishermen and sailors. It has its beauties of course, but it is agreeable only one hour each day. As soon as it begins to ebb it uncoyers lot of pesti- | lential mud, compared with which our | great sewer is bottle of cologne. As for the country, it is always just as hot i 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 | 14th of July festivities saddened his heart, for the true Parisian is the inyet- crate enemy of public holidays and of 1 all manifestations which disturb his re- pose
 Where can I take refuge for three days:' thought NJ. de Montbrun. The | year previous he had gone to St. Ger main, and they had made just as much racket and shot off quite as many bomb: there as at Paris. Montbrun then re mcmbercd that he had promised himself an excursion into Brittany before tho pick of the demOlisher had finished transforming that old corner of hi: country. To see again Vitre Fougeres pass a day at St. Malo and then return would be just the thing He would thu avoid the crowd and noise.
 On the morrow Montbrun arrived a Vitre. It was Saturday evening. II provincial towns to fairly judge tn beauty of their women it is necessary t take ones post on Sunday at the doc of n church. That is why MontbruI stood as early as s in the morning be fore the splendid edifice dedicated to St
 Martin waiting for mass to be over Before leaving Paris he had thrown int
 postbox few words addressed to Mile Paula Salimbcri, an artistic dancer a
 the Eden theater. Paula was super girl, a native of southern Italy, wit all the ardor of that cline beamin
 from her large, dark eyes. She ha' made her debut at Naples, and after
 season at the Italian theater at Mic
 had displayed to the Parisians her fire proachable shape and varied graces
 Montbrun was then 2S years of age,
 handsome man, we'll versed in theatrica doings, whose personal charms wer
 augmented by an income of 60, 0O
 francs q year. His admiration for tn charming ballet dancer was at once re
 ciprOcated, and they were soon launche
 upon the waves of . desperate filtration
 But the young mans fancy was shoI lived It was not long before the sha low attractions of the Italian beaut
 ceased to please him, and he longcd t escape from her altogether. But Othe
 los jealousy was puerile compared t
 hers Montbrun was fairly afraid (
 her. He dared not tell her outright wha the gradual decline of his attention e portended. He had simply dropped l note to her upon his departure for Vit1 Y bidding her a long farewell and intimat | HE lIlstI Ac Hl4Ell never stc HST aRa1I As she believed that he had no means \ procuring his address, he thought hin ) self now we'll out of her way
 Mass was over, and people were b.
 ginning to come out of the churcl
 Suddenly MUntbrun was seized with aG fl miration. Amid the crowd he ha
 caught sight of the face of young gir
 Never in his most ardent dreams had 1
 imagined aught so lovely as that fac
 with its ideal lines, its more than eartl
 ly beauty-beauty so calm, so seren
 so radiantly pure that it seemed that
 one of Gods angels He wondered if
 were possible that such q creature exis
 cd He held his breath as he gazed (
 her descending the church steps, smi
 ing at an older woman who accomp i. nied her, her mother doubtless Instin
 lively Montbrun followed them fro , afar and saw them enter a small hon /, of modest appearance. Taking the nuI
 Der, he returned to the hotel and ask - for information.
 to That beautiful girl? Mile. de L
 rade. Her father was an excellent ma
 His family were rich before the revul
 tion, but each succeeding generation h. @. sold off little by little land and fiel - and woods to keep up their ran Finally poor NJ de Larade had talk '' refuge in a small building formerly (
 cupied by his intendant- There he live