Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1895-10-10

why, we oven don't give the army a
chance to steal, privilege that every
two-penny ha' penny contractor has.
oUr.oF,TowN sIGHTsEERs.
New York, just now, is overlooking
with our cousins from out Of town,
and what surprises the New York
woman is the immense amount of en-
ergy that she who comes to sec the
sights displays. Nine o'clock in the
morning finds her at Cleopatra's
Needle, and half past 10 at the battery,
while she has done a little shopping in
between. AT II o'clock she is MT Del
monico's eating lobster salad, ice
cream and tea, and the whole afternoon
is planned for to q minute, Willie the
evening sees her at the theatre. That
chestnut about the out-of town girl
having such a good time because she
has been to tho Bible House and had
her eyeglasses refitted is u libel. The
girl from out of town knows more
about New York in one week than the
people who have lived there all their
lives, and the remarkable part is that
she never gets lost, and always sees
what she wants. She has lovely femi-
nine fearlessness as to asking ques-
tions, and, according to her, every
body is so polite. Bless her heart, it
is case OF reflection, and from the
man who opens the safe and shows her
the hundred thousand dollar diamond
to the policeman who escorts her
across the street they are all her slaves,
especially If they happen to notice that
she has lost her RS some place and
has a complexion suggestive of the
magnolias
SHE WAS PROUD, ROMANTIC AND
REPENTANT.
Not long ago drifted into an old
French churchyard. All around it are
great, high buildings, and only on one
side street Is the iron gate OF entrance
visible. Few people are buried there
nowadays, and the tombstones are
sunk and discolored, and one almost
has to trace name with one's fingers.
to discover who is the sleeper under
meath. A cross of gray stone, much
dlscolored, bent over, and certainly
very, very old, is in a far corner, and
was the one for which we were search
ing The letters were cut so deep that
they were quite plain, but all the Curl
GUS could discover was this: "Mad-
anne Camille, died January 18th, 1882. ~
1t was not told who Nine. Camille was;
had any family name at all, but the
friend with me knew her story, and
this was it; Many, many years ago,
when the fashionable world was small
one, and gentility rather than ducats
gave one a position, there was an old
French family name Du Cere, who
had besides several handsome sons, a
beautiful daughter, named Camille.
Tall, stately, she counted among her
admirers most of the fashionable men
of the city; but her pride was 80 great
that she laughed at the idea Of marry
ing an American, and said, "Only a
man of nobility need ask for my
hand" ODE day
THERE CAME GAY FRENCH GALLANT,
whose title was good one, and who
brought letters to all of the fashionable
people in the city. He was entertained
at the Du C!ere house, and in very
little while it was told that the proud
Camille was going to marry the young
Frenchman, and sail away to country
whore life was more in accordance with
her ideas, and where she felt she would
be appreciated.
The wedding day came, and there
never was a more beautiful nor a more
naughty looking bride. People thought
the bridegroom looked nervous, and he
was chaffed by his men friends because
they said he seemed frightened. In
those days newly married couples didn't
exploit their happiness in great hotels,
but went of quietly by themselves, and
the stately coach, with driver and foot
man decorated with wedding favora
took the bride and bridegroom to the
country house of the Du Clere's, about
20 miles from the city. In the middle
of the night, the peighborhood was
awakened by loud knocking at the
Du Clere house, and after much CON
versation from out the window, Mon
sieur Du Clere came down and let in
the strange visitor. Nobody knew Just
what he told, but with the morning
sun the stranger and the BRIDES father
started for the country place. The gay
Frenchman was never seen again. Ca
mile was brought home, and for
months she was never seen, even at
church.
The servants told that they had been
instructed to address her as MADAME
Camille" and nothing else. They whis-
pered that the messenger who came in
the night told that the Frenchman was
a scoundrel, and that he had left
wife and children in the sunny land of
France.
AS THE YEARS WENT ON,
Madame Camille grew colder and
prouder, but there walked by her side
beautiful boy who called her mother,
and who bore with the Christian name
of Ravel that of Du Clere. Whens he
was II he was sent to Paris, and it was
understood that he was to live there.
People grew used to seeing Madame
Camille, naughty as ever, and the
story of her marriage was almost for
gotten, when word came that her son
wished her permission to we'd. This
message was brought by cousin, and
in letter to follow them was to be told
the name of the girl he loved, and with
it would come her miniature. Then
the proud woman broke down. BY
some horrible fate, he had met and
loved and told his love to his fathers
daughterl How did it all end? | do
not know what became of the girl,
but Maaume Camille sleeps in the old
French churchyard, and the son she
loved SO dearly died before he was 30 in
a Jesuit monastery. Yet people say that
don't believe it. | think that every
day there are great tragedies played
out before us, and we are too blind to
see them. Possibly we recognize the
comedy, but there is an inclination
nowadays to put down the strong feel
ings and to count emotions as of no
worth. But do you think you can en-
joy if you don't suffer? My friend, it
ia just the difference between black
and white. 1t all goes by comparison.
We can make the hest of If wa ran pat