The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1894-07-25
ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL.

seen an elegant little chateau Of modern
construction. rooted with slate. Stand
ing OIL the hillside, i'll tho midst of
grassy lawns and surrounded by low
trees, tho house attracts tho attention
Of the few rowors who from timo to
time descend tho Orgo to Juvisy. Occa-
sionally q fisherman in search of a good
place to throw his hook has perceived
on tho heights above a woman, her face
covered with q thick veil, and young
man who walked slowly beside her,
leaning ON her arm At the slightest
sound of All oar both disappeared
around tho bend of path or behind
clump of shrubs. Tho people of Juvisy
had vainly employed every effort to
penetrate the mystery
After having exhausted all imagina-
bio suggestions the innkeeper and the
grocer of Juvisy had decided that the
young man was mnniac, whom his
family had imprisoned i'll that property,
bounded by high wall on the sido to-
ward the road and by a river ON that to-
ward tho fields. AS for the woman, she
was Il relative or hireling, and when
painter, returning from Bellies Fon-
taincs, asked who was the owner of
that sheltered, mysterious looking park,
without the slightest hesitation they
replied, ''It is q mailman who lives
there ~
On July 10, 1884, during one of
those periods of heat which Sencgambia
envies us tho Viscount dc Montbrun left
his small hotel III the Rue Varnet at o
i'll the morning and walked down the
Champs Elysoos. NJ. dc OIontbrun was
one OF those Parisians who never leave
Paris. 1.-The sea, said he, twas made
for fishermen and sailors 1t has its
beauties of course, but it is agreeable
only ono hour each day. AS soon rs 1t
begins to ebb it uncovers lot of pest-
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 differenoo-
you never know what to do with your
evenings there +" On all sides he saw
hacks loaded with trunks.
The preparations for the approaching
14th of July festivities saddenol HE
heart, for the true Partisan is tho invet-
crate enemy of public holidays and of
all manifestations which disturb his re-
pose.
Where can take refuge for three
days." thought NJ dc Montbrun. The
year previous he had gone to ST Ger
main, and they had made just Us much
racket and shot off quito rs many bombs
there as ut Paris Montbrrm then re-
mcmberod that he had promised himself
an excursion into Brittany before the
pick of the demolishcr had finished
transforming that old corner of his
country. TO see again Wire Fougercs.
pass Il day at St Malo and then return
would be just the thing. Ho would thus
avoid the crowd and noise
On tho morrow Montbrun arrived at
Wire. 1t was Saturday evening In
provincial towns to fairly judge tho
beauty of their women it is necessary to
tako ones post OH Sunday at the door
of church. That is why Montbrun
stood rs early us in the morning be-
fore the splendid cdifico dedicated to ST.
Martin waiting for mass to he over.
Before leaving Paris he had thrown into
a pOstbOx u few words addressed to Mile.
Paula Salimbcri, an artistic dancer at
the Eden thcatcr. Paula was q superb
girl, native of southern Italy, with
all the ardor Of that cline beaminc
from her large, dark eyes. She had
made her debut ut Naples, and after q
season ut the Italian thcater at Nice
had displayed to the Parisians her irro-
proachable shape and varied graccs
Montbrum was then % years Of age,
handsome man, we'll versed i'll theatrical
doings, whose personal charms wcro
augmented by an income of 10000
francs year. His admiration for the
charming ballet dancer was at once re-
ciprocatcd, and they were soon launched
upon tho waves of Il desperate Irritation.
But the young mans fancy was short
lived. 1t was not long before tho shall
low attractions of the Italian beauty
ceased to please him, and he longcd to
escape from her altogether. But Othel-
los jealousy was puerile compared to
hers Montbrun was fairly afraid of
her. He dared not tell her outright what
the gradual decline of his attentions
portended- He had simply dropped n
note to her upon his departure for Wire
bidding her a long farewell and intimat
ing that he might never see her again.
AS she believed that he had no means of
procuring his address, he thought him
self now we'll out of her way.
Mass was over, and people were be-
ginning to como out of tho church..
Suddenly Montbrun was seized with adj
miration. Amid the crowd he had
caught sight of the face of young girl.
Mover in his most ardent dreams had he
imagined aught so lovely as that face.
with its ideal lines, its more than earth