Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-09-21
ALWAYS BEAUTIFUL.

On the banks of the Orge, but short
distance from Bellies Fontaines can be
seen all elegant little chateau Of modern
construction, rooted with slate. Stand
ing on the hillside, in the 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 i'll search Of good
place to throw his hook has perceived
ON the heights above woman, her face
covered with a thick veil, and young
man who walked slowly beside her,
leaning on her arm. At the slightest
sound of all oar both disappeared
around the bend Of path or behind a
clump of shrubs. The people Of Juvisy
had vainly employed every effort to
penetrate the mystery.
After having exhausted all magma
BILE suggestions the innkeeper and the
grocer of Juvisy had decided that the
young man was maniac, whom his
family had imprisoned in that property,
bounded by high wall on the side to-
ward the road and by river Oh that to-
ward the fields AS for the woman, she
was a relative or hireling, and when
painter, returning from Bellies Sion
taines, asked who was the owner of
that sheltered, mysterious looking park,
without tho slightest hesitation they
replied, "It is mailman 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. M. de Montbrun was
one of those Parisians who never leave
Paris. "The sea-" said he, "was 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
evenings 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 invet-
crate enemy of public holidays and of
all manifestations which disturb his re.
pose.
"Where can I take refuge for three
days?" thought M. de Montbrun. 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 demolisher had finished
transforming that old corner of his
country. To see again Wire 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
Wire. 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 in the morning be-
fore the splendid edifice dedicated to st.
Martin waiting for mass to be over.
Before leaving Paris he had thrown into
q postbox few words 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 the Italian theater at Nice
had displayed to the Parisians her ire
proachable shape and varied graces.
Montbrun was then 20 years of age, a
handsome man, we'll versed in theatrical
doings, whose personal charms were
augmented by all income of 1000
francs year. His admiration for the
charming ballet dancer was at once re-
ciprocated, and they were soon launched
upon the waves Of desperate Irritation.
But the young mans fancy was short
lived 1t was not long before the shall
low attractions Of the Italian beauty
ceased to please him, and he longed to
escape from her altogether. But Othel-
los jealousy was puerile compared to
her. Montbrun was fairly afraid Of
her. He dared not tell her outright what
the gradual decline Of his attentions
portended. He had simply dropped q
note to her upon his departure for Vitre
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 come out Of the church.
Suddenly Montbrun was seized with ad-
miration. Amid the crowd he had
caught sight Of the face Of o young girl
Never in his most ardent dreams had he
imagined aught so lovely a. that face,
with its ideal lines, its moro than earth
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