The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1897-05-28
ROBERT THE DEVIL.

Ofcourse the generals will was at the
bottom of the affair, but the Eve be-
hind these fig leaves was his second
wife.
They could not call her stepmoth-
er, .or the generals children were al
older than she was. The general was
well along in years when she married
him, but that was her affair.
There hangs his portrait, painted by
Copley. Look ut it.
You do not believe he was 60 when
it was painted.
But they say he was.
He was more handsome and fascina-
ting at 60 than his sons were at 30.
The second wife was rich very rich
She brought the greatest quantity Of
gold and silver plate into the family,
all marked with an Arabic cipher, to
which she added the Chevalier crest
a terrapin- and the motto. ''Not to
the swift
No one knew certainly who her peo-
pie were. She said they were Spanish
and her own appearance supported her
assertion.
There is her portrait, painted at the
time Of her marriage. Look at it. The
general went to Paris, a long journey
in those days, to buy these diamonds
she wears, and the corbeille.
Sometimes, even when there was no
one to dine at home but the
family, Mistress Chevalier would sail
into the drawing room, that peafowl's
tail of green embroidered velvet spread
behind her, her beautiful black hair
turned back-like that-in a tour, her
arms as Eaked as Venus; her point lace
falling from her white shoulders, and
flashing from her hair and ears and
fingers and flaming in fire circle
about her delicate neck. the diamonds
magnificent stones, worth scores Of
negroes.
Oh. how the daughters would stare
at their plates and the sons woul |
snecr at each other as the general
would meet her midway the room, lead
her to her seat at the table and kiss
the dimple on her sholder before he left
her.
They say she loved him passionately
that often, when she thought they
were alone and would pass her clair,
she would turn her head upon her lazy
cushion and hold out beautiful hand
And he?
Would kneel beside her and kiss her
pomegranate lips and lovely throat un-
til you would have sworn him 25, and
mayhap not married at all.
They say too, twas pretty sight
to see her with her little son. \ maid
going to help her dress one morning
heard so much laughter and such baby
| shrieks that she first pecped in at the
| door.
And, behold; the mistress on her
hands and knees, and baby, just from
his bath, on her neck!
She was crawling over the velvet
carpet, looking over her shoulder at the
little shouting rascal, who tuggCd at
| her hair with one hand while he beat
her with the branch of jasmine in the
other. The black ''da" sat and shook
like fuscous mold Of berry jam, while
the young mistress crawled about,
crushing the yellow flowers under her
soft hands and knees.
The door of the inner room sprang
open, and in walked the general, his
dressing gown with the Persian border
| wrapped around him.
There was shrieking then, warrant
you.
Those years were the generals holi-
day time. He had earned it, for his first
wife was Guelph, and everybody in
Carolina knows what that means.
She never got down on her knees
except to pray ia her life, and she new