The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-08-11

tortoise she'll comb. Wrapped in cloaEs,
the two stole down the street and enter
ed the tall building, They threaded
their way among the dusty bags, scar
ing the silvery coated mice, and climb
ed the stairs to the artist's studio.
When his eyes fell upon the vision of
loveliness madame presented to him,
they shone with new light. Love?
Well, part love and part artistic rap
trre but in either case Annette was
the cause. The little Frenchwoman
clapped her hands and laughed joyfully.
Always during the sittings madame
sat deoorously by, knitting Industrious
ly, but keeping 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
grand DANES robes as beautiful rs the
proudest lady in the land.
81 can do no more" sighed the art
ist Then madame arose. and taking tho
girl by the hand led her toward the
door. Monsieur has no longer need Of
Us, she exclaimed. "Adiou"
But the artist would not have it so.
He pushed past the old Frenchwoman
and stood before the girl.
Il love you, Annette" he cried.
"Wlll yon not p..trry me!" 1. 49,.
Ipt, tut, " said madame. "You must
first speak to NJ. Laubcau We will
have no bold American manners here
II 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 pic
ture dealer In less than u week it was
sold, and orders had come through tho
dealer enough to set the artist busy. lie
went to thank the old Frenchwoman.
"The good people like something
fresh" said tho madame. Monsieur
might have sat in his Rarret 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 4"
II owe everything to you," said the
grateful Young man.
"Ah, trGer' returned madame nom
chantly, "but, tell me, have you yet
won NJ. Laubeau' S consent?"
Alas he refuses me Annette's handl
He will give me no reason.
''We must learn" said the 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.
Il could not get on without An
nctte," grumbicd the old man There
would be mono to cry hot sausagesp'
"True, true" said madame, "but
must the young people be unhappy for
this?''
II am DID," continued the sausage
vender, ''and have but Annette. If l
yield her to the young monsieur, who
will care for me?"
Let me think" said the little
Frenchwoman. "Ah, l have it'll 'Tis
said only the young should wed, but
say Ills we'll to be comfortable in ones
old age, and companion is neodful 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 here-in front of my
ell Tka i
l myself will cry hot sausages!'-
Mary f. Stone Bassett in Kate Fields
Washington.