The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1899-04-08
She shook her head sympathetically.
s'You have had trials, Monsieur?' she

asked.
"Trials!" he answered.; I have
starved; I have played to cheering
multitudes and to bowling mobs; I
have endured bombardments of vege-
tables, and received showers Of roses;
and yet have played on. Genius
cannot be overcome by tritses; nau5ht
but death can Quencl its consuming
fire. The public do not understand
Briclanteau. SO much the worse for
the public. They are fools. Mean
while, Brichanteau still plays on"
He stopped, and, folding his arm s
theatrically, resumed his old position
by the door post.
"And vet there have been triumphs, -
she suggested. soo>hinglv.
''Tr;umphs!'' he replied, eagerly.
"Aye, there have been triumphs, too.
Ny Louis NT was received with ac-
CARNATIONS that filed the house. The
applause was thundercus. The magic
OF my sway carried everything before
it. It was victory, indeed. To be
sure, one miserable critic, full OF envy,
dared 10 decry me; but I challenged
him, and he fell before the onslaught
my righteous fury like an oak before
the tempest"
ssDid you kill him?" she asked, hor-
ror-struck. 'tKiil him, the cur! Nay.
Genius can afford to be magnanimous.
He thought the victory was his; but
he had to deal with one who had
played Roland and 'Bayard,' and
Napoleon the Great, and his skill
was unav"iiing. 1 spared his life, and
ran him through tie lung. But am
retarding you. A thousand pardons.
I did but come to inquire after the
little Susette; and I have stayed to
chatter
The woman stopped her ironing.
':Thank you, monsieur; she is better, >
she replied. The doctor says that
all sue wants is good food-chickens,
and fruit. But, alas! such things are
impossible; they cost money" she
added, sadly.
It's true, answered the old actor,
shaking his head mournfulIy, 'Fthey
cost money. Madame, feel for yoa,
and I hope the little one will soon be
well. Adiea:' and Lowing gracefully
he walked o:1t Of the room.
The Cafe Diane. the object OF Bri-
chanteau's Journey, was some distance
from his lowly ABIDE Thither he
wended MS way with slow and digni-
fed steps, and as he walked he dropped
his head forward as if in deep meai
tatioD. This fit lasted until he had
almost reached his destination, when,
two doors from the cafe, lie halted
outside fruiterer's shop. He stood
irresolute for several minutes; low
looking at the stores ii fruit piieI up
in front of him, and now casting long
ing glances at the ad; accent restaurant.
At last he seemed to make up his
mind. Drawing himself up to his full
height. lie stalked into the shop.
How much are these grares?'' he
asked, waving his hand, with a magni-
ticeut gesture, toward the fruit IN
question.
Two francs a pound" answered
the shopman, bowling politely.
The actor concealed his d!sappolnt-
ment with an effort, for he thought
the price exorbitant.
II will have pound" be said,
grandly.
"After all, there are still tie sous, +"
he muttered, as he strobe proudly out
Of the shop.
Madame, Dame Fortune smiles.
The gods are indeed gracious. Today
they shower their blessings like the
rain.
The woman paused in her almost
caaseless ironing. ''What has
happened, Monsieur?" she asked, sur
prised at the interruption.
My old friend and comrade, Mon
sieur the Marquis de Morthon, one CT
the few who dc not forget BRIGHAM
teau, has sent me g hamper Of the
produce OF his chateau" answered
the actor grandly. among ether
things, he sent these grapes. Ibeg
ven to accept them for tie little
Susette," and he thrust them into her
hands.
She thanked him with tears in her
eyes, she knew that be was lying.
Brichanteau, t eahsent.minded, had
given them to her in the tradesman' s
printed paper bay-W. Poole, in
To-day.