Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1894-08-23
THE WIT OF MAN.

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gathering of tennis players and girls
laughing to the sun, but the gloomy affair
of the morbidly select In bright red she
blossomed with all the sweets of n woman
nagically feminine. Her crisp, black hair
seemed ready to fly out against conven-
tionalitcS against hats particularly, and
her brown eyes were golden with the JOY of
life Wit had chiseled her features, SO excel
lently irregular in the roundncss OF their
curves to pointed nose and chin. could
not but enjoy as u relief from all the elab-
crate angles of her stiff surroundings, the
rapid undulations of her 1.-the figure her
expressive arms, dancing little feet as she
sat there, IA wild gypsy, fashionable and
polished, but still untamed by society.
Pouting like some playful child over les
sons, her mouth rigidly set against the
Pickering dimpleS of irrepressible laugh
ter, she listened to the pompous old Due
de Rctz or answered his wise sentences at
random, with a wave Of her hand
"Who Is she?" l inquired of NJ. Pimo-
dan de st Ouen, = walking edition of lie
Tout Paris, tightly bound in frock coat.
why, that is la belle Comtesse de
Crequy dc Canaples. a widow, mon cher,
young, rich.
And he retired, as Nine de Canapes
Her voice WAS flucntly musical as she gay
ly said, I'VE are not quito strangers, for l
have met your charming sister at the Plot
Chadicus. Before could frame a com
pliment she suddenly added, DO you
love herr"
''Who?"
Your sister, of course. l like every man
to love his sister. y
.'WcU 7 hone do -
"You only hope! Are you an English
mani"
More or less -
LESS, decidedly less. An English
man with blue eyes like yours should not
only be honest and brave but sure, sure
of everything"
When l called next day, Nine. de Can
apes was in her boudoir. She listened to
my reading, silently, attentively, almost,
it seemed, revertntly, and when LETT the
house after dinner l felt very great. The
next morning we met in the Bots and rode
together The same night we danced
cotillon ut Mime de Plot Chandicu' 5. Fate
seemed determined to make us meet, and
perhaps we helped her
If "a man and woman see much of each
other, they invariably talk of themselves,
wax sentimental by waltz music and i'm
agine themselves in love after supper. But
am tired of flirtations sick of telling a
woman, whom | only admire, that love
her. So one evening, as we discussed sen
tlment over pate Gle lole graS' 'o'o NJ.
hcw much regretteo lhio l"o si'ao
MINDS shoulu sla'ishiy iolio" 'iio IHaiii
pie OF the stupid 9he "sr'eo W.
remain on our present lootihe' oi'o Vi "'
may IAN III loNe. olic oi'tiSu ii'i 'i'io
I II tIpf
cent eyes sihiilhg. les 'oiit ,!t ''''''
IN luNc. nat eise Gun happen "Aei'
as II we go on sofhc"here '"setis' anu
i've haturalis uiieoi'9'i ~ w
World we shall hiIo" otit SeiNN' u ui' '41,
ENJOY Few days OF rest
On tne VII oi Hi''il' 9''c 't''"' S"S'
clapplng her LANDS, her "hoie Lace pe"ii'-
ing Wl'h uellSht.
ne next evening we slar''u ~ i'ii iot
fohtalhcpIcau coon we were 'o'4i i''O
asleep, only to wake at our uc9' ION
she took "a room Ut one hot'l' 1 1T ''ii''A't
Inc next day we drove III 'ie loiH9'' u
lently watching the royal trees VA 9 ~!
eyes grew tlfed ana we itl "9''tP'
stalu there IL ltr'hl2hl' URN lhs' SiC'P'i'e'
pareIy saying IA "oro ana Hf' P"'.o '"iPa
W men we were Dach III "li' Hiit ''9"r'''
ANA why Qit We go 10 / oil'''ii'N '''''u w
that;
Because, replied at fohtaiiie-
blcau We kept regular hours allowed our
selves no cerebral eXcltemtnt' drank no
champagne, heard no one whisper, Little
Castlchigh : awfully in love with Mlhe.
de Canaplee, or The countess Is decided
ly sweet On &C cher garcon. have SIM
ply proved, dear lady, that society Was
forcing US, With Its champagne ana taik'
to think OF each other, whereas nature l'lt
us to follow our own individual ana sep
aratc thoughts. Oh, that fortnight IN
Fonta'nehleau' We scarcely spoke twice
day silence is repose, and repose Is
bliss. To think that we might have been
vulgar lovers, y few more days OF iarls,
and my fate at least was sealed. but /
understood the dangers OF our situation,
Could anything be more paradoXlcal and
modern than our elopement to Fontalne.
bleauS Carr off awoman mysterlousiy at
night, two hours by rail, to strange
town, remain there u fortnight en- tete-a-
tete! And all that not to become lovers
but ON the contrary. to escape the nTCGs-