The morning times., 1896-02-02
4 aintsr's NJ odsl.

| Little Annette. across the street. you love
| her. 8 have seen so. She has "A heart rs
| sweet as nut and as bonny face as ever
the sunshine kissed. If put these robes
| upon her she Will look like a grand dame.
| tit for mon sieur's brush. She will be fresh
| like the rose and as beautiful. She shall
| bc monsieur's model. and / Will make his
| fortune
| That night when the sausage vender took
| in his stand Annette, free al last, slipped
| across the road and the Old madame robed
| the girl in the bah gown. and fastened her
| soft, fluffy curls in a knot high ON her head
| with a quaint tOrtoisc-sheil comb. Wrap
| ped III cloaks the two stole down the street
| and entered N tai building. They threaded
| their away among the dusty bags. soaring
the silvery-coated mice, and climbed the
| stairs to the artists studio.
When his eyes fell upon the vision of love
| illness madame presented to him they shone
with new light. Love? Well. part love
and part artistic rapture; bi:t in either case.
Annette was the cause. Tie little French
woman clapped her hands AMI laughed joy
fully.
Did ! not tell monsieur he should see?
Have ] not fetched him a worthy model?'
Always during the sittingS madame sat
dccurously by, knitting indu>i riousiy. but
keeping sharp eye out. a. became a chnp-
erone. Not the slightest symptom Of love
making escaped ter. The portrait grew
beneath the brush a. n the very fairy of
good luck had lent her Spcll 10 the artist.
Never had his palette glo wed with such sol
ors nor such hithcuo impossible tints
blus>nmcd forth. Every detaH 81 the
fresh young face hecamc familiar ;o him.
until at last from the canvas hooked forth
the ssusa g. vendors daughter in IN" grand
danes Tobe>. a. beautifui as The pTuusisst
lady In the liant
Il can do uo morr. sighed the artist
Then madame aruse. aud. a sing the giri
10y the hand. icd her towards the door
~M1nsicur has no iunrrT ne-d ~ ".
she said. -Adieu."
But the artist would not have "a ~. He
pusie,i past The obi Frenct wUuian and stood
irfeFe the glri-
4 love you. Annette % h. cri.-l. viii
you not marry Be--'
Tut. tut. said madanis. ''Yoa must
sp-as frst to 81 Iauteau. We wiz have
~ told American nianners here. n be con
s,utS. ih.n Annette may think uf you.
Come. Annette"
u was indeed true that madame had
hrouEht good luck to the poor artist. The
portrait was sent to a picture dealer. In
les Than q week n was sold and orders had
come through the dealer. enough to set the
artist busy. He went TO thank the old
French woman.
The good people like something fresh
said madame Monsieur might have sat
10 his garret and pined ind been melancholy
till he died. Good luck would have none OF
him. one must be brave and smile to win
fortune"
"Ioweeverything to yOu,'' said the CRATE
ful young man.
'.Ah, true returned madame. noncha-
lantly; but tell rne. have you yet won NJ
Laubeau's cunsent?''
Alas he refuses me Annette's hand. He
will give no reason
We must learn" said madame.
Leaning far out the window of her tiny
shop. she beckoned franticaIly To the sau-
sage yender across the road. He came. fol-
lowed by Annette.
Why is il NJ Laubeau refuses his daugh-
ter TO the young monsieur who loves her
truly" asked the French woman.
Il could not get on without Annette"
grumbled the old man. There would be
none to cry out hot sausages.''
True. true said madame, but must
the young people be unhappy for this?''
Il am Did" continued the sausage VEN
der, ''and / have but Annette. II yield
her to the young monsieur who will care
for me?''
Let me think" said madame. "Ah.
have it! 1t is said only the young should
wed; but say it is well to be comfortable
in ones own days. and a companipnis need
ful. IF NJ. Laubeau wishes il / will recOn-
slider the proposal he made To- me years
ago. He shall fetch the sausage stand
across the road and set it herein front II
my shop. The priest stall make us one.
and l myself Will cry hot sausages."-Chi-
cagu News.