Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1896-08-19
ROUTED BY GIRLS.

The Marquise ThcrCse de Lionne, tn
most adorable old lady in the world,
grandmother, with fluttcring little curl
and the laughing eyes of child hG.
but one fault, and that so grave a on,
that you would hardly believe it
Dainty and pretty as she is, and grand,
dame to the tips of her taper fingers
she punctuates her most ordinary con
versation with the strangest Of oaths
At the slightest provocation, or on nt
provocation at all, she will come on
with 1.-THE deucev' or '"The DEVIL" On
even "Damn!" that shocks every on
who hears her Its an old habit o.
mine, " she explains, land cling TO
because it is an old one. And then, " she
adds, with gay smile, sit saved me
once from the greatest peril womat
can run"
And here is the story as the marquis,
tells it:
"Old though I am, am not a very
serious person; but, as little girl-ah,
how long ago that was, how long ago
Il was the greatest madcap that cvCI
got out Of breath chasing butterflies, OF
tore her gown and left her hair ribbons
on the hawthorn trees, though that die
not prevent mc-egadl would you be
heve it, at 1I!--from being very much
interested even then in the handsome
hussar gold laced, embroidered and be.
dizeued who adorned the front pages q
the rOmanCCs of that day.
Naturally my friends We're hardly
less feather Drained than ]. You NouiG
have TO search long to find dovCcot
more full of turbulent chatter ano
laughter and flights of song than tn,
Convent Of the Sacred Heart, where ]
took my vOws-nevcr TO be a nun.
1T was in the evening that we useo
to play our greatest pranks. We haG
discovered way to slip ont of the dor
mitory without waking up the sister
who was supposed to guard over us. 4.
soon as she was asleep, we would creeI
down stairs into the great dark garden,
carrying with US tablets Of chocolate,
coffee pot, and an alcohol lamp, and,
climbing up to favorite perch high il
All old oak tree, we would make choco
late and drink it .triumphantly in the
darkness.
I'm the town where this convent was,
there was also a garrison. The walls Of
our garden were very high, and we never
so much as set eyes ON a uniform; but
walls that prevent seeing, do not pre-.
vent hearing. The officers and common
soldiers-naturally attracted by the
presence of so many girls, suppose
used to stroll along on the other side OF
our wall i'll the evenings, chattering to.
gethcr, ard we girls used to listen. We
could hear them so well! They would
describe what they had done in battle,
or what they would do in case there
should be n war, and when they got OK.
cited they used to talk in the most blood.
thirsty way. 1t was terrifying to hea
them, but so fascinating! And what
formidable oaths they used! We could
remember few of them.
Zone day, us we were walking to.
gether in one Of the paths, Eveline de
Sabran exclaimed, by thunder, girls,
this is devilish fine EVENING"
ut was a revelationl From that time
forth, the entire convent, inspired by
her example, began to pepper their con.
versation with oaths that would have
done credit to Napoleonic veterans. And
we did not content ourselves with the
garrison cXpletivcs overheard across the
wall. We recalled peasant profanity we
had heard years before, and hunted
through rOmanCcs 10 find the oaths of
fine gentlemen, rOistCrcrs, and serving
maids. 1t was not long before we had
acquired special and remarkable crudi-
ton in that line.
''As you may imagine, it was not in
the classes, before the pious ears of
the sisters, that we aired our new &C.
complishmCnt. In the daytime we
swore only before the abbess, who was
deaf az . post. But as soon as night
came-oh, we did rot think of chocolate
any more, you may be sTe-we met en-
the lawn under TIE big oak and had
grand time. Deuce take it, Jane de
ScauX would begin. ! would follow
with BY thunder, blast your eyesr and
the others would chorus Devil fly way
with me" 'Damme, sirp BY r LADY,
Ten hundred thousand dcvilsp Grape
and canister Thunder and lightnngm
'Confound itp To see ms stIutting about
with cur hands on cur hips or twirling
imaginary mustaches, with our little
voices coming from the bottoms of our
boots, you would think we We're more
terrible than a regiment Of DRAGONS. "