The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-06-02
A Rurnmage Sale
Cleveland Plain Dealer.

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stairs when George Gilbert came down.
| Her little black eyes hahind her glasses
We're dancing merrily, her little lace cap
| was .percned at more acute angle on
her gray curls. There was letter in her
hand, and she shook it beneath George
| oGilbert's rather prepossessing nose.
"Aha!' she cried in her vivacious way,
''you canont guess. Never, never! It is
from my niece Hortense. She lives In
Grenoble. Her husband is an advocate,
a lawyer. And what do you think?
George Gilbert shook mis- head It was
quite too difficult a problem.
For shame!" cried Mamselle. such
a great, lazy fellow. It is almost the
noon. But never mind, 1 will tell you
My niece has invited me to visit her. In
vited me to visit her! In CTrenoble-in
France. And have not been there since
] was child. Is it not fine of her?''
She looked at George Gilbert with her
head very much Oh one side. "I should
so love to co. she softly said:.
And why not?" quoth George
you know very well why rot said
Mamselle. SIT is the money-always the
money. 1 have just enough to keep me
hereto keep me from flying away ito the
stars. and it doesn't take much But,
there"' cried MamseIle, with sudden
change Of voice, 81 am quite forgetting.
I have such nice bowl of the consomme
like the French. Come"
She led him into the little dining room,
Eand sat by him holding and chirrupins,
and watching With keen delight as he
disposed of the simple refreshment.
And now," she said, 1T is proper that
on this very grand occasion we drink the
toast to my niece, Hortense, wife of the
advocate of Grenoble who has brought
! day of sunshine into the lone life of her
old aunt" She turned to the s;deboard
! and brought forth bottle and two tiny
glasses. 1T is a very old cordial" she
said. 1T was my dear fathers. Oh such
| flavor! It was sent him from Paris"
George Gilbert raised his glass.
Here's to Mamselle." he said in his
CHEEKY way MAY her native land never
cause her to forget her adopted one."
Mamselle wiped her eyes.
1T is very nice toast, George Gill
! bert" she said
AS George walked down to the Office OF
| 1.-THE Vanguard" he smiled as he recall
| ed MamseIIe's little serio-comedy She
was dear old lady, and George, remem-
! bering her many kindnesses, fervently
| wished it was in his power to crafty her
| longing to go abroad. George was ASer
| only lodger. He had come from the coun-
| try two years before a raw and friend
| less lad, and in his search for a cheap
| lodging had paused before MamssIIe's
I to ring the bell. 1t was answered by
| Mamselle herself, who listened to his
| query in absolute silence, with her little
! black eyes fastened on the LADS face
And while he talked she slowly shook
| her head
Yes" she said, her head stlI shaking
| out negative answers, yes, I farcy l
can accommodate you At least, there is
a room. VIII you see it? This way
| 1t was an attractive room il tn front
of the second story AIRY, scrcpulously
, clean and neatly furnished And the
price was so reasonable that George cos
| ed the bargain at once.
You have the honor to be my first LODI
| ger,' Mamselle had said with a little
courtsey and bright smile.
1T is indeed an honor" remarked
George and made her his best bow
You owe 1t to your honest face" said
/ Mamselle.
II will do my utmost to retain Nam.
selle's good opinion remarked Master
1t was the title MamseIe that really
fetched her. George couldn't have pleas
ed her better. From the moment he CALI
! ed her MamselIe they were mutually al
miring friends.
1t was q lucky impulse that took
George up to Mamselles doorstep. The
house was convenient, the accommod-
T atoms were perfect. Added to these were
/ many personal favors from Mamselle.
A dainty tidbit for his luncheon a cup
of coffee awaiting him in the early MORN
ing. AS George climbed higher In THE
Vanguard staff, his salary might have
| warranted removal to a more fashionable
locality. But he never dreamed oe such
a thing.
When he let himself into the couse
at 1 o'clock the next morning a light
/ from the parlor told him that Man selle
was still up.
Come in, George Gilbert" she called,
E4'come in and see why I stay from my
bed I am reading some of my father 8
i! letters. [ have been thinking of France
all day, and so 1 bring France to me. 1t
is your misfortune that you did not know
my father. He was grand gentleman.
He left his dear France for reasons Polit-
ical. For many years he taught here the
/ French language He had fine friends.
See, these are his letters. The three
here are from NJ Theirs, There is one
from M. Cupvier This Is from M. La
MARITIME. And see. Here Is a letter
commencing my father for his efforts for
the advancement Of science. Can you
read the signature? It is Louis Phil
/ lippe."
"Have you many of these autographs,
Mamselle?" he asked.
This packet" she answered. And
there may be more in the storeroon
! among my fathers old books"
'FMamseIIe,'' said George Gilbert, quite
solemnIy. Il think you will go to Paris
yet"
MamselIe laughed as she drew the Ict-
tiers together
81 think" she said, that you will soon
| go to bed" She laughed again. What
+. would do with all this old rubbish here
If went away? Perhaps 1 could rent
1.-the house furnished, but no one would
want the ancient accumulations lying
about and taking up so mucn space;
There is a storeroom full of these "ld
souvenirs. But listen to me. l am
borrowing trouble that Will never 'o1ne'
.'Mamselle," said George, "if agree to
rise an hour earlier tomorrow morning
will YOU show me your storeroomf"
Mamselle looked at him with a wonder
ing smile.
az shall be most happy to do So" she
said "But you are quite sure to forget
all about it. Good night.
GOOD night, Manselle."
George was up at the time he mad
| named. much to Mamselle's surprise, and
when he had partaken of bowl Of boul-
| Ion she escorted him to the rear room or
the second story, the storeroom ABOUT
| which ne was so curious.
''Jhere" said Mamselle, as she flung
! omen the blinds of the solitary window
'tthere is your rubbish. How much am l
| offered for the lot? Going, going-ah, but
nobody BIDS
she laughed, and industrieusly firted
a feather custer at suspected coatings OF
dust.
George looked around. There was an