The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-11-26

clothing; but we were successfully treat
ed to view of his portemonnaie, his
watch, his hat-band, his cuff buttons, and
the knob Of his cane. At each fresh cor {
onet, Miss Walton broke into cries of adj
miration, while Nine. de Chauneville's
bows drew closer together.
Enid, seeing the old lady's marble face,
inferred that she was condemning this
enthusiasm as plebeian. You must ex-
cuse me-" she said, sweetly. II am not
used to marquises' coronets."
Neither are the La Perades, made
moiselle," replied Nine. de Chaunevilie,
disdainfully. THAT is why they make an
abuse of the ornament
e The original La Perade received his IT,
tle-and his name, too, for the matter
of that-in 1929, in the person Of Fer
nands grandfather, fact voluntarily
forgotten by the ex-young man. Our
marquis said nothing, having nothing to
say; but the expression of his eyes sug
gested that he would not soon forget the
scratch of his amour propre. The evening
ended coldly From that time on We saw
the less of the man with the crest though
there was no absolute breach. Miss Wal
ton began to know Paris like book, and
no longer troubled my wife to accompany
her-nothing strange so far as an Amert-
can girl is concerned.
1t was June; Jerome had a fortnight's
leave. and was making the most of it to
accomplish Ends conquest. Nine. de
ChauneVilIe was sanguine.
Jerome is getting on" she repeated.
cit is now only the question Of the occa-
sion for his declaration. With American
girls everything depends on the occasion.
Jerome has had no opportunities.
Not my opinion at afl' 1 replied.
What more does he need? Not later
than yesterday 1 sent the two of them
off to the Eiffel Tower! Must-I arrange
a boating party, so that Miss Walton can
be rescued from watery grave by
your sons strong armS?'
EelIe-mere detested my irony, and usu-
ally retreated at the first dose, but this
time she merely returned with quiet Bit
terness: Perhaps you had better ar
range somethfng-a hop, for instance, to
amuse the girl. She has told you how
she adores dancing, and you know what
valseur- Jerome is. That Is what any
truly affectionate brother-in-law would
do. But"
A sigh, an upward toss of the head fin
isked the sentence 1 retorted in a smoth-
cred rage, 80
VERY well, madame! You shall have
your dance. Otherwise, till the end OF
time you will declare l was the one who
prevented your son from marrying his
Arnericaine if by chance she should not
be touched by his true sentiment!
For a few days the house enjoyed
treaeherous, halcyon calm. We saw less
of Enid than usual; Jerome was tearfuIFy
cut up about IT,. of course If he COM
planned to her-alas! in too discreet terms
that she was invisible for days togeth-
er, 81 live at Worth's.' she would reply;
1.-The horrid man is late with my frocks.
And I am leaving SOON" ALAS" sighed
the artilleryman, with a sigh that blew
AWAY Enid like a rose petal in a breeze.
/ said one day to my brother-in-laW:
"Why don't you accompany Enid To-
Worth's:"
sOh!" protested my mother-in-law, with
an outraged blush.
Cher ami you must really come TO the
front more Before the soiree you must
dine with us, au champagne; forbid you
q drop of water This time you must not
miss the opportunity. expect you TO
conduct yourself like hussar of the old
school, do you hear?"
The morning of the. great day the house
was given over to pillage. The carpets
were removed, the floors Waxed, chairs,
music racks and a platform were brought.
While two major-domos turned my din
ing room into a banqueting hail. sconces
filed with innumerable candles appeared
,on the walls and ported plants fell INTO
groups as. if at the touch of magician
wand. 1 was giving neither sauterle
nor a soiree dansante, but great oaEt:
I went for my wife, who at the 'nrst
words dissolved into a food of tears. But
my bad humor was to no purpose. All L
could do was to clap on my hat and rush
TO luncheon at the club. l spent the DAY
out of the house and dined with friend!
But as, after ALL / had to. receive my
wife s. guests, about half past Went
home to dress. y letter deHFereu d lew
hours earlier was awaiting me. L read
it, and Immediately my room echoed with
cries Of savage, fnferna1 joy. Then I~got
into nv clothes as eagerly as a lover 60
ing to a rendezvous. By 10 was pacing
ND and down the antechamber, not With
he-resignation of a host awaiting MS
guests, but with the feline pad of tiger
watching the spring where the gazelle Will
come to drink. The gazelle was my
mother-in-law.
At last she appeared, escorted by ire
sistible Jerome. With smile she hardly
seemed prepared for, offered her my
arm. The three of us entered the dazzlit1S
dra wing room. My wife was there before
us. looking extremely we'll in fresh
toilet Standing before the hearth. with
my eyes planted on my not1er-fn-laW,s
face, where L still read defiance, impro-
vised the following speech: Madame,
do YOU know why my life has been dis
tfaught for the last six weeks? Why my
table has become that of Rothschlld?
Why lavish gold in fashionable restau-
rants? Do you know, above ali, why am
giving this hop that will cost me 200
louis? 1t is to prevent Miss Walton and
her millions from going back to where
they came from. Very well, madame,
congratulate yourself; the thing is done;
we have succeeded. The charming Amer
lean girl Is about to become an adorable
Frenchwoman We can soon wish her
joy. Listen to what she has just written
me:
g Cher Monsieur, you have always been
50 kind to me, you and yours; that l
wish you to be the first to learn Of
MY engagement with Marquis de la
Perade. Be good enough to announce 1t
| to your family. But my fiance and [
would prefer the engagement not to be
| known for a little, so that we can be
present at your ball, a pleasure to which
| we have long looked forward. Sincerely
| yours, - Enid Walton.
Poor Jerome had turned so pale that
| could not but pity him from the bottom
| of my heart. AS to my mother-iH-law, I
beheld her checkmated for the first time.
| But 1 soon caught the warlike flame be-
| ginning to glow In her eyes. Her lips
moved; she was about to speak. God
| knows the sweet things L was going to
| hear! Fate was against her. Two hands
| incased in white cotton gloves opened the
| drawing room door, and the stentorian
| voice of the announceur cried: Miss
| Walton! M. lie Marquis de la Perade!'-
| Translated for the San Francisco Argo-
| naut from the French of Leon de Tin
| seau.
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