The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-08-14
ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL.

On the banks of the Orge, but short
distance from Bellies Fontaines, can be
seen an elegant little chateau of modern
construction, rooted with slate Stand
ing on the hillside, in tho midst Of
grassy lawns and surrounded by low
trees, the house attracts the attention
Of the few rowers who from time to
time descend the Orge to Juvisy. Occa-
sionally fisherman in search of good
place to throw his hook has perceived
on the heights above woman, her face
covered with 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 path OF behind
clump of shrubs. The people of Juvisy
had vainly employed every effort to
penetrate the mystery.
After having exhausted all imagina-
BILE suppositions the innkeeper and the
grocer OF Juvisy had decided that the
Z young man was a maniac, whom his
family had imprisoned in that property,
bounded by high wall on the side to-
ward the road and by river on that to-
ward the fields. AS for the woman she
was Il 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 in the Rue Varnet at 8
in the morning and walked down the
Champs Elysees. NJ de Montbrun was
ono of those Parisians who never leave
Paris. 'The sea, said he, twas made
for fishermen and sailors. 1t has its
beauties of course but it is agreeable
only one hour each day. As soon as it
begins to ebb it uncovers 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
there as in Paris, with this difference
you never know what to do with your
levenings there" On all sides he saw
hacks loaded with trunks
The preparations for the approaching
18th of July festivities saddened his
heart, for the true Partisan is the inyet-
crate enemy of public holidays and of
all manifestations which disturb his re-
pose.
where can take refuge for three
days?" thought M do Monthrun. The
year previous he had gone to st. Ger
main, and they had made just as much
racket and shot off quite as many bombs
there as at Paris. Montbrun then re-
membered that he had promised himself
an excursion into Brittany before the
pick of the deluolisher had finished
transforming that old corner of his
country. To see again Vitre Fougeres,
pass day at st. Malo and then return
would be just the thing. He would thus
avoid the crowd and noise.
On the morrow Montbrun arrived at
Vitre. 1t was Saturday evening. In
provincial towns to fairly judge the
beauty of their women it is necessary to
take ones post on Sunday at the door
of church. That is why Montbrun
stood as early as 8 in tho morning be-
fore the splendid edifice dedicated to st.
Martin waiting for mass to be over.
Before leaving Paris he had thrown into
postbox few werds addressed to Mile.
Paula Salimberi, an artistic dancer at
the Eden theater. Paula was superb
girl, native of southern Italy, with
all the ardor of that CLINE beaming
from her large. dark eyes. She had
made her debut at Naples, and after a
season at tho Italian theater at Nice
had displayed to the Parisians her ire.
proachable shape and varied graces.
Montbrun was then 2S years of age, a
handsome man, well versed in theatrical
doings, whose personal charms We're
augmented by an income of go, 900
francs yenr. His admiration for the
charming ballet dancer was at once re-
ciprocated. and they were soon launched