Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-04-10

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Copyright 1901, by Daily Story Pub. CO.
No. madame, I've never seen ghost.
hut I've heard plenty, plenty!
Turn you head a little the other way,
please. madame, so l can fix this puff
e Why. often when Id SO into
old madame's room after she was dead,
IA hear rustic, rustic. in the eurtained
a,cove where she used to dress, just
ike it was her silk skirts. And then
there was all those things that hap
1.eued in the house afterward. Me,
lived in that house forty years. l WASH
MIR. Paul's nurse--I was his mamma $
maid, and had been given to hef the
day l was born, but l loved him as
much as if l had been. Fact is, Tltine
WAS jealous of me, because he liked
me better than her and used TO say
stick to YOUR hair combing and lacing
Of corsets. Memenne, and leave my child
alone"
But she was Eighty piece, her. and
hen freedom time come, she was up
and gone, and after all l was the only
one to stay. Then, when Old madame
{, ed, l still stayed on to take care Oh
the house, for Mr. Paul thought ne
couldn't get along without Old Meuhehhe'
on. he was a pretty young gentleman
that Mr.. Paul. and he had such an ar
i~that the other men looked common
alongside of him. He could have taken
his pick among the young ladles. Out
there were two that everybody said had
the best chance-Miss Germalne DureA
End Miss Ariane Bergman.
wasn't a
Creole-she was half German-and
t,oush she was handsome, she was too
big and solid looking for my taste. Her
hair swept the ground when she let 1t
Gown. but l never did like that dull
! light hair. They used to say she had a
vay of coming down to see company
! with her hair in two braids pretending
she had a headache, to let people see
/ low long it was. Miss Germaine Durel S
! hair wasn't very long or very thick, but
! IL was all wavy and silky, and such a
| fright chestnut color. After she became
! Madame Paul, people used to compll-
| ment me sometimes on the way COMB
ed her. but l would say: Don't praise
me-praise madams hair, for there's no
way you can fix it that it won't look
we'll" Petite madame, l used to call
her in those days. All, but she was
/. pretty-pretty.- with those brown eyes
! and that skin like cream! You wouldn
4 have believed, to see her, that delicate
little face, what fine shoulders she had,
hut she was one of those small boned
persons, and every bit of flesh on her
vas in the right place. She was full OF
life and motion-always Laughing. or
crying, or singing. or dancing. And the
heart of that little lady!-it was made
cut Of gold You may we'll believe that
1 Mr. Paul had eyes for nobody but her.
And Miss Bergman was one angry
young lady when theywere married. 1t
1 was said that the day Of the wedding
she put rouge on her face to hide how
ably pale she was.
1t seems to me there never was such
Happy, loving pair as Mr.. Paul and
Petite Madame. They didn't have any
happiness apart from each other.
$50 You may have noticed, madam
how some Of the old-time houses are
made, here in New Orleans, with the
front balcony closed in with green shut
ters. That was the way it was witt
our house-a fine old house, with grand
staircase that had carved balusters and
steps of such handsome wood that they
were never hidden by a carpet. Well
4 Petite Madame used to watch through
4 those balcony shutters for Mr.. Paul
4 when it was nearly time for him tt
come home to dinner, and when Shit
& spied him at the corner-ta, ia, ia, tai
H would hear her little high-heeled slip
Il pers on the stairs and she would bt
i il the hall before he had time to reacl
he front door. waiting to jump int
his arms. And he-he would kiss hel
4 hundred times.
All, madame, that was love!
And then the baby came, and I wa!
nurse for the first time in my life
Maybe we weren't proud of that boy
and maybe his papa and mamma didn'
see all sorts of wonderful things abou
him that other babies didn't have! Blu
what winter that was! Snow tina
staid an inch thick on the ground fo
two days; ice in all the gutters-ant
YOU couldn't keep warm even in you
Led. Somehow our baby caught cold
and when I heard that rafting sount
in his throat I got afraid. Well l Nigh
be; in three days he was dead-ant
Petite Madame had caught the sam
cold. and what with fatigue of nursing
and neglecting herself, because she wa
SO anxious, 1t got so bad that she hat
to take to her bed-and it wasn't lon;
before she followed the baby. She wa
restless and light-headed before sh
died; seeming uneasy in her mind, an,
muttering over and over, "Paul-don'
forget-dont forget"
Mr.. Paul-poor Mr. Paul!-after sh
was dead. he would sit with his heat
; in his hands and the tears running
down his cheeks. "Oh. Memme," h
would say, moaninglike, lis it possibl
shes gone away from us forever" An
, I would take his two hands in milne
crying like him, and say, Yes, my poo
child. my poor child-but the blesse
angels watching us from above" Blu
angels. way up yonder, seem so ia
away from the people on earth. An
: by and by Miss Ariane Bergman be
gan to hove around again. First it wa