The daily chieftain. [volume] (Vinita, Ind. Ter. [Okla.]) 1898-1902, 1899-01-21
An Anarchists Wife.
by 8. A. Smith

ANlNG secured a cIerhsnlp III
ri Paris factory at the enormous sal
.ary OF 1,4O0 francs a year. Pierre Fon-
taine furnished two or three little
rooms in dwelling" Of the gay city
and returned TO his native home TO
marry the girl he loved. A prettierwed-
ding that far-off Brittany village had
never witnessed. Babette-the 1s-year-
old blushing, happy bride-Ioohed 50
winsome and charming as she walked
from the church, leaning on her hus-
bands arm, gazing so lovingly and
trustingly in his face, that all the old
married folk declared 1t was the very
sweetest" wedding that had ever taken
place-since their own,-and many
prayer for the youthful couples happi-
ness was silently breathed as they set
off for their new home in the beautiful
capital.
For time they were as happy as the
day was long Babette was the idol OF
the maison; all the inmates loved her.
She was such light-hearted an3 gay
little creature, singing from exube rance
of happiness all the livelong day, so
devoted to her tall, handsome husband
and the fat, chubby little Paul. who ar
rived about year after the marriage.
and did nothing but bubble and crow
with delight all his waking hours. that
her spirit infected the whole house, and
st was impossible to do otherwise than
smile and be happy when Babette and
her baby were near.
"Really, don't know what we should
do without her now!" the concierge
would exclaim to the other dodgers.
"She is the sunshine Of the whole house.
May the Holy Mother bless her and her
babel"
But after awhile clouds doomed on
the horizon OF Babette's happy life
Pierre frequently left her alone for
many hours in the evenings, pleading
that he had TO attend meetings OF the
factory workmen. And occasionally
notes and pieces Of paper, with strange
looking marks and words on them were
left for him, when he would leave his
wife Immediately the evening meal was
finished. These filled Babette's heart
with misgivings and forebodings.
"Why should all these secret mos
sages be left for Pierre? Why does he
leave me for so many hours and come
back so late whenever they arrive? 1t
is very mysterious, isn't it. my treas
ure?" she said one day, speaking TO her
baby boy, as she always did whenever
anything perplexed her. Baby was her
oracle. She turned to him for consola-
tion and advice at every little difficulty,
and translated his answer-which was
invariably the same-to suit the frame
of mind she happened 10 be in. ave
must ask father what Is the meaning OF
IT all when he comes home tonight;
mustn't we. baby?" she continued.
"Gurgle-urglel Cool cool Baal" was
baby's reply, which the little woman in.
terpreted as meaning that father must
certainly be asked without delay.
II was very hte-past midnight
when Pierre returned, looking very
shamefaced as he crept softly into the
room
Pierre, my love-" Babette gently be
gan. Pierre, how late you arei How
long the evening has been without youl
oh, my heart has ached so; why mus
you leave me alone so much? You used
TO be happy and contented in staying
with me before you had those horrif
meetings to attend. They are not mere
ly makeup, blind, are they? Yot
are not getting tired of your Babett,
and Paul, and making the meetings al
excuse for going out with bad com
panions or some dreadful woman. ar,
your Oh, tell me why you leave me ..