The Saint Paul globe., 1896-11-30

Scotland fell in love with the brutal
Boutwell,?
Pagello is still living-ninety years
old he is-and from him DR.. Cabanes
obtained copy of the fine letter.
A hearty old man Pagello is, and
greatly fattered he seems to be on ac-
count of the attention which is being
paid to him at present. Among his
treasures are few porcelain cups out
of which George Sand used to drink,
and these he always shows to visit
ors. Talking of the woman who has
made his name famous, he says that
she was fond of Turkish tobacco and
used to make her own cigarettes, that
she was always sweet-tempered and
content with her lot, that fish was her
favorite food, that she exceled in max
ing sauces and that she drank a good
deal of tea as a stimulant to work.
Young Pagello, his son, adds fur
ther details. This was a mere episode
in my fathers life," he says; nothing
moro. George Sand, wearied with AL
fred de AIussat's scaprices, fell in love
with my father, who was a fine. hand
some, broadshouldered young fellow
My father loved the handsome French
woman for her genius, her kindness
indeed, to tell the truth, he was capti-
waited with her. But this little Incl
dent was soon forgotten by him..
How cold, nay, heartless, these words
seem as we read George Sands out
burst of passionate adorationl Would
she have written thus if she had for
seen that this idyl in her life would be
in time regarded as a little incident"
in her lovers life?.
HER DAUGHTER PROTESTS.
she would, perhaps, be as much 0p-
posed to the publication of this love
letter as some members of her family
are now to the publication Of her pri-
vate documents. Her daughter Nine.
Cteslnger, was very angry when she
heard that this letter had been pub
liShed, and she at once asked the courts
to interfere in her behalf Lawyers.
however, are of the opinion that she
Las no case. A letter, they say, be-
longs partly to the author and partly
to the person to whom it is addressed
and under ordinary circumstances no
third party has any claim to it. More
over, George Sand bequeathed all the
letters relating to- herself and De Mus
set to M. Emile Ancante, a member of
the Calmann Levy firm of publishers
with full instructions to publish them
whenever he might see fit. M. Ancante
says that he willscarry out her desire,
and that her letters to De. Musset will
be published shortly. Nine. Clesinger
and other members of George Sands
family he claimss have not a shadow
of title to her letters. He will publish
them, and the originals will then be
deposited in thek National or some
other great French library.
Even admitting however, that the
members Of the family have some
rights as regards the letters to De Mus
set it is difficult to see what claim they
can have on the letters written to
Pagello, and which are, apparently, In
his possession.
Now for the famous letter itself:
A PASSIONATE LOVE SONG.
"Since we Weree born under different
skies, we have neither the same
thoughts nor the same language, but
have we not, at least, the same hearts?
1.-The warm and foggy climate of my
native land has left in me sweet and
melancholy impressions; what passions
do you owe to the generous sun, which
has bronzed your brow? I know how
to love and to suffer, and you, how do
you love?
sI do not know ii you really love me.
I shall never know. You are only able
to speak a few words in my tongue and
I do not know your mother tongue Suf-
tions so subtle. Perhaps even If
knew your Language thoroughly, 1T
would be impossible for me to make
myself understood.
THE places in which we have lived,
the persons who have instructed us,
are doubtless the cause why we can
not explain, each to the other, our ideas,
our sentiments, our needs. My weak
nature and your fiery temperament
must necessarily give birth to thoughts
that are widely different. OF surety
you either ignore or despise the thou
sand pangs thatsassail me; of surety
you laugh at that which brings tears
to my eyes.
Perhaps you DO not know what tears
are
''Will you be for me helpmate or
master? Will you console me for all
the ills which Ifsuffered before | met
you? Will you understand why l am
| sad?
.sDo you know what compassion, pa
tienee, friendship mean? Perhaps you
have been nurtureds in the conviction
that women have no soul? Do you
know that they have one? Are you
neither Christian nor Mussulman,
neither civilized nor barbarian? Are
you man? What is there within this
manly breast, this leonine eye, this
superb brow? Is there in you
thought noble and pure, a sentiment
fraternal and pious? When you sleep
do you dream that you are winging
| your way toward heaven? When men
do you wrong do you put your trust
| in God?
"Do you know what 1 am, and are
you trembling yourself because you do