Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1894-07-17

tortoise she'll comb. Wrapped In cloaks,
the two stole down the street and enter
ed the tall building They threaded
their way among the dusty bags, scar
ing the silyery coated mica, and climb
ed the stairs to the artists studio.
When his eyes fell upon the vision Of
loyeliness madame presented to him,
they shone with new light Love?
Well, part love and part artistic rap
ture, but in either case Annette was
the cause The little Frenchwoman
clapped her hands and laughed joyfully.
Always during the sittings madame
sat decoously by, knitting Industrious
ly, but keeping q sharp eye out. as be-
came chaperon Not the slightest
symptom of lovemaking escaped her.
The portrait grew beneath the brush as
if the very fairy of good luck had lent
her spell to the artist Never had his
palette glowed with such colors, nor
had such hitherto impossible tints bios
somed forth. Every detail OF the fresh
young face became familiar to him un-
til at last from the canvas looked forth
the sausage vender's daughter in the
proudest lady in the land.
NfAAAa NO III EaAtSAAG4 kAAO aGt-
list. Then madame arose, and taking tho
girl by the hand led her toward the
door. Monsieur has no longer need of
Us, she exclaimed. ''Adieul"
But the artist would not have it SO.
He pushed past the old Frenchwoman
and stood before the girl
IT love you. Annette, he cried.
ssWill you not marry meT'
Tut, tut, said madame. You must
first speak to NJ. 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 ma
dame had brought good luck to the poor
artist. The portrait was sent to a pic
ture dsaine In less than week it was
sold, ant orders had come through the
dealer enough to set the artist busy. BE
went to thank the old Frenchwoman.
The good people like something
fresh, " said the madame. Monsieur
might have sat in his garret and pined
and been melancholy till he died. Good
luck would have none of him. One
must be brave and smile to win for
tune.
II owe everything to you. said the
grateful young man.
"Ah, truel" returned madame nom
chantly, shut, tell me, have yon yet
won NJ Laubeau's consents"
Alas, he refuses me Annette's handl
He will give me no reason.
we must learn, " said tho madame,
and leaning far out of the window of
her tiny shop she beckoned frantically
to the sausage vender across the road.
he came, followed by Annette.
Why is it NJ. Laubeau refused his
daughter to the young monsieur who
loves her truly?" inquired the French
woman.
81 could not get on without An
nette. - grumbled the old man. "There
would be none to cry hot sausagesl"
True, true, J" said madame, ''but
must the young people be unhappy for
''I am old, !" continued the sausage
vender, land have but Annette. If
yield her to the young monsieur, who
will care for me?''
Let me think, !" said the little
Frenchwoman. 'tAh, 1 have it'll 'Tis
said only the young should wed, but ]
say tbs we'll to be comfortable In one's
old age, and companion is needful. II
NJ. Laubeau 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. Tho priest shall make us one, and
myself will cry hot sausagesl''-
Mary e. Stone Bassett in Kate Field Is
Washington.