The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1897-09-24

agitation OF tnc neafC accompanies
cramps of the stomach!
Never had NJ. Chapoulot been Sc
near Il comprehension of suicide. Iii:
gllncc. little wild. wandcrs over the
table, searching vaguely. among tho
knives, the forks, the spoons, some in
strument with which to put an end te
this int,lcrablc torment.
At this moment Gertrude. the ole
servant, cook to Monsieur, chamber
maid to Mademoisellc, veritablc female
Etcfotum, enters the dining room grumb
| ling.
NJ. Chapoulot, at an end of patience
and strength, has allowed his paper to
slip out of his hands. These two
hands. fat and soft. hanging at the ends
of his swinging arms, look as though
they would drop also.
"Well, well! Monsieur" grumbles
Gertrude.
well, well! G,rtrudr?" groans tho
unfortunate one.
'l'll take back the soup, shan't II
DO you think you had better, Ger
trude? Certainly. Charlotte will
come in moment 1t is very surprs
ing that she should not yet be here
When did she 90 out, and where dlt
she go?'
"Mademoiselle went ut four o'clock
as usual, for her lesson on the piano
The lesson lasts an hour. \ half houl
to 90, the same to return. Mademoi
sellc ought to have been back at six
O'clock
"And it is thirty-tive minutes past
six!'
"Howevcr, You know, the omibuses
are often FULL
"Plaguc take the omnibuses!'
"Or perhaps MademoiselI, encour
aged 10y the good weather, may have
concluded to take little walk and re-
turn by the Ru, de In PaiX. There
are many moelia $, many jewelers., many
| things to see on the Rue de Ii PaiX
for a young-
"What in the name of Satan do fash
ion, jewelry, and youth count when she
is SO late as this? At the dinner-hour
| ask you, ought there to be anything
to see? The hungry stomach has not
ears; it should not have eyes either!'
"Without counting lovers, the fine
fops who follow beautiful passers."
"Oh, in regard to that, am not dis
turbed. Lovers! You are joking
Gertrude! Charlotte is good girl
thank God! She understands how tc
put a vul gar person in his place. She
has been brought up TAmericaine
Charlotte, and | congratulate myself
upon it,
"What will be the outcome! Brought
up to bitterness to | know hot
what . what you will. !, | an
only q fool, but | do not understand
how any one can let young woman
run all by herself in the streets"
"Run, rum Heavens! But you sec
utterly the contrary of that, Gertrude
Charlotte does not hurry herself tho
least bit!'
''Is it possible that You joke, unnat
ural father? But it will all end badly
| tell You so, and it will be your fault
with your mofhery education.
know not what"
NJ. Chapoulot listens no longer. He
has taken sudden resolution.
"Gertrude, Gertrude, take away the
soup, keep it warm, and bring me my
shoes. will go to meet her
The maid, still grumbling, goes out
with the soup and returns with the
shoes, when, all at once. the door-bel
jingles joyfully.
1T is Charlotte, at last!' cries the
father, who was about to take off his
slippers.
st is Mademoiselle," repeats Ger
trude, who, in her hurry to open the
door, finds no better way to rid herself
of the shoes than to lay them on til.
table, on Monsieur's napkin.
Mile. Charlotte enters, like minia
ture hurricane. Face small, smiling
delicate, and irregular; hair curling OF
the forehead and neck; eighteen years
thirty-two teeth; figure slender, grace
fully swaying; little feet, sufficient,
arched; pretty hands, well gloved; tina
is she. \ thousand charming details
dimples on the checks and chin, agree
able curves to the fprm.
1t is til, alored fac. of the Paris
iehnr, true dragon-ily of the Marsh.
Ribbons, lace, artificial flowers. fur
bclo"s. here, there. All tn. habcr
daShery of papa shop on this prett,
little person, but nothing of tbs shop
| assure You.
"Ah. you are here aIrcady!" ironical
~ cries the father, drawing up hi.
chair to the table, and proceeding t,
unfold his napkin.
Papa, | must tell you.'
"Dinncr, dinner, first! You can cx
plain while we eat; | saall understan,
you better. have, bless me! waite,
long enough. Gertrude, the SOUP
"Ah! but, papa, yon do not under
stand. have had an adventure. :