The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-08-04
ANNETTE.

ANNETTE.
Mime. Xavier kept shop at the end
of the street, such q tiny shop with
only one window to ii and q bit Of
counter piled high with bunches of gay
yarn and boxes OF cheap tinsels. There
was bird in cage in madame's win
dow. He always sang furiously in the
early morning, and pot OF mignonette
In blossom adorned the sill.
Just across the road lived the sausage
vender, q little old man, who wore q
wig and dressed in snuff color.
He was early at his post every morn
ing frying sausages, but being cruelty
afflicted with asthma he could only
speak in loud, hoarse voice, so his
daughter, Annette, q very dream of
health and beauty, would stand beside
him i'm her neat stuff gown and call in
o voice as lusty as chantioleer:
"Hot sausagesl Hot sausagesp'
Now, diagonally across ON the next
street was tall brick building used as O
storehouse. It's lower rooms were piled
with dusty white bags full OF grain,
over which the satin coated mice rol-
licked and grew fat the ivelong day, but
up in the peak Of the building was
large garret, rented to q poverty stricken
artist.
Here were pictures strewn ali about
the room, while i'm the middle of the
room stood stout easel supporting
bare canvas. Every morning the artist
crept down from his lofty quarters 10
buy hot sausages Of M. Daubeau and to
cast sly glances Of intense regard at An
nette, who, for her part, kept On at her
calling as il there were no young men
i'm the world.
But when he turned to 60 back to his
garret then would Annette smile and
toss her head, with its white cap, In o
coquettish nod to the little madame
across the road. saying as much, "See,
have an admirerP' And madame
would smile back, for she dearly loved q
romance. Sometimes she would beckon
to Annette, and when the girl ran light
ly across the street the old woman
would say:
when shall the wedding befn
"URhi'' Annette would answer.
Gould eat paint? ] thrive now and
am comfortable. Monsieur must make
his fortune ere Annette weds him. !"
''And he shall do it, " returned the
little madame. 81 win myself speak 70
monsieur.
That very day when the artist passed
her shop with canvas well wrapped In
paper under his arm the little French
woman called to him. Come In, she
| said "Show me the picture. "
Reluctantly he undid 1t and disclosed
q pensive faced Madonna
asFi done, monsieurl'' exclaimed ma
dame. "But she has sickly look. ] d.
not wonder you may not sell her. W.
have enough like her. Monsieur mus
paint different something gay ane
cheerful-fresh,y You know. !"
'I ann too poor to hire . model, !" sait
the artist gloomily.
''Ah, truly. I" replied madame. sbu
suppose could find model. Woul'
monsieur paint?"
Perhaps. "
| She led the way through the tin.
shop to timer living room. There
in one corner, looking very big an
clumsy, stood an oaken chest, with tn
i lilies of France carved upon it Th
old woman unfastened q key from he
chatelaine and knelt before the chest
She paused.
Il Monsieur must know" she sal
gravely, "long way back in France m
people were not poor, but rich. Tha
was before the revolution, monsieur, bt
fore their names were knitted into th
cruel madame's stocking. They Eel
We have always been poor enough sinc'
Ce coffre contains my great-grandmeer
I ball gown. Monsieur shall see. =
ii She unlocked the chest, and lifting
covering of tissue paper shook out
! rich white satin gown heavily embrois
cred with pale blue forgetmenots II
stomacher was thickly sewed with see
pearls, and wide rufaes of rare old La
edged the neck.
Il The artist gave cry Of admiratiol
D "A costume of the time of Louis Nv
How exquisitei''
Here are her slippers, = continue
madame, holding mp pair OF whi
: satin slippers adorned with tarnish'
9 gold buckles, land these are the GLOW
she wore. TO think ] have them ye
monsieur, and my great-grandmere On
these 100 yearsi We might have 90
Q her toilet over and over again win
q we were hungry and cold, bat we
ways preferred 30 suffer for my gran
mere's sake. Listen, monsieur. Peti
Annette, acro6s the street. you love ht
have seen 90. She hes heart asswe
q al mt and 10 bonny q face 40 ever :
II sunshine kissed. III put these rot
alfupon her, she will look like une gran
4 dame flt for monsieur's . brush. She w
j be freah like the rose and as beautif'
e She shalI be monsieur's model and
. will make his fortune. Y
70 That night, then, the sausage vent
sf took ii, his stand. Annetta. free at la
slipped across the read, and the
madame robed the girl In the grand