The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1900-03-10

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and look at the cathedraIi this clock
has stOppea.' said Madame Fayart to
her fat muiatto cook, who had waddled
up stairs 70 get her orders ~ dinner.
/. had been many year, snce Made
lelne had run, but she knew that Mad
anne Favart was only speaking ispra-
lively; 50 she rolled slOwly. out upon
the balcony, glanced at the cathedral
clock. and said; zone o'elock-just,
just, -
,'.Ah, well, said madame, as she rot
the clock ut one. with asslgh that wa
yered between relief ana regret, there
will be no more applicants to-day, I
suppose. SO many Of them-and one
more stupid and ignorant than the
other!"
"a good nurse isn't easy to find these
DAYS" rematked Madeleine. neither
good cook" she added. by way Of
making Madame Favart realize what a
treasure she possessed. Then she re-
turned to her pots and pans, and Mad
anne Favart's mind reverted to the
many trials she had suffered at the
hands Of nurse-maidS. With peculiar
vfyidness she recalled the black, sullen
Matty, who had been discovered pinch
ing the baby. and pretty yellow Elmer
ance. 30 sweet-tempered, but 80 fighty
and opera-mad ia the bargain. Elmer
ance only lived from Saturday night to
Saturday night, when, in the ten-cent
balcony. ''the poulailler the French
opera house, she could drink in the
strains Of ''La Refine de Saba" Ma
nom or ia Juive."
"For me, the person who docs not
love music is nothing she would ex-
claim Electrically Madame Favart
Remembered how Emerance. being sent
for the key Of the linen closet, had pre-
ssnted IL to her with dramatic -four
ish. chanting in recitative, la clet du
Parads,3 and how, while she warbled
"Plus blanche que Ia blanche hermine.
out in the courtyard, in impassloned
tones, Yvon had. given himself an i'm
promptu shower baths under the cis-
tern.
Mon Dleu-tha. grill" murmured
Madame Favart. and where in New
orleans to md better one!"
But here Madeleine toiled upstairs
again. to say that lady was waiting
in the parlor. In the semi-obscurity OF
that room. Madame Favart found a
slender, black-robed woman, who arose
tinDdly, and said: ~
''I came, madame, in answer to your
advertisement for a nurse"
"But-bute faltered Madame Favart,
81 want a working woman, and you'll
fear you would be scarcely strong
enough for the place" VOW
Yoh, am strong. very strong"-and
the thin little hands in the shabby black
gloves were clasped anxiously; you
don't know how strong am, though I
don't look It. And know all about
the care OF. children, ana I love them"
The nervous break in the speakers
voice told that tears were, not far away;
and Madame Favart, whose heart was
as soft as her face was charming, soon
drew from the woman her pIteouS little
story.
The applicant, Madame PerIgny. was
a widow. Her husband. a Frenchman,
who had been In business in Algiers,
had died suddenly. leaving his affairs
in confusion; and she. who was an or
phan, had no relations in Franco to
whom she could apply to for aid or adj
,,J,a An J,nria vpars bRfore had emil
grated to New Orleans, and to the un-
practical mind Of this helpless little wo-
man it seemed good idea to gather
together what was left from the wreck
Of her husbands business and seek the
pleasant Louisiana city. But she could
hnd no trace Of her uncle In New Or
leans, and low her money was all spent
''And there is my Max" concluded Mrs.
Perigny-"auch good little child, SO
gentle and discreet, and already wish
ing to be a protector to his mammal
cannot see him starve."
That final plea was too much for
Madame Favart's Inotherly heart she
engaged Madame Perigny on the spot
without giving herself time to repent
Of the imnrudenee.
When De Favart mad sesu Maaame
9erigny he shook his head
"But, my dear" he demonstrated,
did you not want a strong. aole-Doaied
helper. because the care OF your child
FRn IL telling. upon your heRlthI i rear