The Wilmington daily Republican., 1895-09-13

But, no, my lord, win marry out Of my
state and where my heart 60, NOT as the
state wiiis.i he look down at P,tits
Isouison and she 10 all red, ana some OF
the women look ut her, and there Ia .
whisper all around.
mex, day he come to the house where
we stay. but tho cure come also pretty
soon and tell her she must 60 home. And
30 we come out home. Well, what do you
think Mex day M'sisu Hadrian como.
too and We have damn good time Fiorian,
Octave, Felix, Emile they all sit and say:
,Perfaifementr sCil' sCil' to him all the
time. Holy, what fine stories he tell
And he talk about P'titc Louison, and his
eyes get wet, and Emiic say his prayers to
him---by gosh, yes, i think.
well, at last, what you guessf M'sieu
he come and come, and last one day he
say that he leave Montreal and go to New
York, where be get good place In big
theatar. His time In Montreal ia finish.
$50 he speak to Florian, and he say he
want to marry P'tite LouIson, and he say,
Of course, that he is not marry and he have
money. But he is Protestan,, and tho
cure ut first ver' mad, by gosh But at
last, when he give hunder dollars to the
church. the cure say yes. All happy that
way for while. P'tite I.ouison, she get
ready quick--holy, what fine things had
she, and 1t Is all to be done In q week,
while the theater In New York wait for
M'sieu And he St there with us, and
play on tho fiddle, and sing songs, and act
plays, and help Florian in tho barn, and
Octave to mend the fence, and the cure fix
the grapeyines on his wall. And he show
me and Emile how to play sword sticks
and he pick flowers and fetch them to
P'tite Louison and show her how to make
at, nh oaln 10 - hnf -
Louis Quinze hotel, so he say. BY gosh,
what good time We have, but first one
and then another, he get sob in his
throat when he think that p tite Louison
go to leave us, aud the moro we try tho
more we are damn FOOLS And that P'tite
Louison, she kiss as every one and say to
M'sieu Hadrian, Charles, love you, but
cannot GO. He laugh at her and say,
Viola, we will take them all with u.s.
That night thing happen. The cure
como, and he look YER mad, and he frown,
and he say to NJ 'sieu Hadran before us all,
'M'sieu, you are married.
"By gosh, that P'tite Louison get pale
like snow, and we all stand round her
close and say to her, quick, Courage,
P'tite Louison' M'sieu Hadrian then
look ct the priest and said: No, M'sieu, l
was married ten years ago. My wife
drink and go wrong, and get a divorce.
/ am free like the wind
You are not free, the cure say quick
'Once married, married till DEATH Tho
church cannot marry you again, and l
command Louison to give you up
"P'tite Louison stand like stone. M'sieu
turn to her What shall it be, Louisong
he say. You will come with me-
g Kiss me, Charles, she say, 'and tell
me goodby till-till you are free.'
lsNs,1r tlr.
once, Charles, she say, and let me CO.
"And he come to her and kiss her on the
lips once, and he say: 'Louison, come with
me. j will never giyo you up
'tShe draw back to Florian. Good
by, Charles she say. Il will walt as
long as you will. Mother of God how
hard it is to do righth she say, and then
she turn and leave the room.
IN 'sieu Hadrian, he give a long sigh.
1T was my one chance he say. Now tho
devil take it ALL. Then he nod and say to
the cure: We'll thrash this out at judg-
ment day, NJ sieu. III meet you there
you and the woman that spoiled me.
He turn TO Florian and the rest Of us
and shake hands, aud say: Take care Of
Louison. Thank you. Goodby.' Then
he start toward the door and stumble, for
he look sick. Give mo drink, he say
and begin to cough litte-a queer sort
of rattle. Florian give him q big drink,
and he toss 1t off. Thank you,' he say
and start again, and we see him walk over
the hill YER slow, and he mover come back !
But every year there comes from New
York box of flowers, and every year
P'tite Louison send him Merci, Charles,
miles fois. Dieu te garde.' 1t is SO
every year for 25 year
"Where is he nowI" asked Medallion
Isidore shook his head, then lifted his
eyes religiously. Waiting for judgment
day and P'tite Louison," he answered.
"Deadl" cried Medallion. "How long?'
"Twepty years. "
"But the fiowers-the fowersP"
"He left word for them to be sent just
the same Tho daughter, the child Of the
other woman, send them"
Medallion took off his hat reverently as
If soul wero passing from tho world but
1t was only P'tite Louison going out into
the garden.
"sho thinks him livingF" he asked
gently,
Yes, We have no heart to tell her
And then he wish 1t so. And the flowers
KEEP coming.
"Why did he wish 1t sof''
Isidore unused awhile. HWho can tell
Perhaps whim. He was q great actor
Rh, yes, sublime!n he said.
Medallion did not reply, but walked
slowly down to where P'tite Louison wa
picking berries. His hat was still off.
Let me help you, mademoiselle,n HI
said softly. And henceforth he was a
foolish as her brothers. st. Louis Globe
Democrat.