Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1896-03-05

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sC@Nbt&SS window. He
~ always sangfu.
riously in the early morning, and a pot
of mignonette in blossom adorned the
sill.
Just across the road lived the sausage
vender-a little old man who wore a
wig and dressed in snuff color. He Was
early at his post every morning frying
sausages, but, being cruelty afflicted
with asthma, he could only speak in a
loud hoarse voice; so his daughter An
nette, avery dream of health and beauty
would stand beside him in her neat stuff
gown and call in a voice as lusty as a
chantic)eer:
"IIot sausages."
Now diagonally across on the next
street was a tall brick building used as
a storehouse. Its lower rooms piled
with dusty white bags full of gram over
which the stain -colored mice frollcked
and grew fat the livelong day, but up
in the peak of the building was large
garnet rented to poverty striker artist.
Here were pictures strewn all about
the room while in the middle of the
floor stood a stout easel supporting a
bare canvas.
Every morning the artist crept down
from his lofty quarters to buy hot sau-
sagea of M. Laubeau, and to cast sly
chances of intense regard at Annette,
who for her part, kept on at her calling
as if there were no young men in the
world. But when he turned to 60 back
TO his garnet, then would Annette smile
and toss her head with Its white cap in
a coquettish nod TO the little madame
across the road saying as much: "See, l
have an admirerW and madam would
smile back for she dearly loved ro-
nance. Sometimes she would becken
to Annette, and when the girl ran lightly
across the street the old woman would
say:
when shall the wedding be?"
"UghW Annette would answer. Could
I eat paint? l thrive now and am com.
Portable. Monsieur must make his for.
tune ere Annette weds him."
"And he shall do it," returned mad
anne; VI will speak myself to monsieur"
That very day when the artist passed
her shop with canvas we'll wrapped
in paper under his arm, the little French
woman called to him.
"Come in," said she Wand show me the
picture"
Reluctantly he undid it and disclosed
a pensive faced madonna.
"Oh, monsieur" exclaimed madam,
"she has a sickly look. l do not Won
der you may not sell her;we have enough
like her. Monsieur must paint differ
ent-something gay and cheerful-fresh
you know"
VI am too poor to hire model, Said
he gloomily.
Yah, true" said madam. "But sup
pose could find model, would mon
seur paint"
"Perhaps,"
"Come, then"
She led the way through the tiny shop
to timer living room. There in one
corner stood an oaken chest with the
lilies Of France carved upon it. The
old woman unfastened key from her
chatelaine and knelt before the chest.
Monsieur must know.-Long way
back in France my people we're not poor
but rich. That was before the Revolu
ton, before their names were knitted
into the cruel madame's stocking. They
fell. We have been always poor enough
since. This chest contains my great
grandmother's ball gown. Monsieur
shall see.
She unlocked the chest and lifting a
covering Of tissue paper shook out a
rich white satin gown, heavily embrol-
dered with pale blue forget me.nots.
The stomacher was thickly sewn with
seed pearls and wide ruf1les of rare old
lace edged the neck.
The artist gave a cry Of admiration.
VA costume of the time of Louis XVI.
How exquisiteP
Here are the slippers" continued