Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1901-04-27
Ia Dame A Ia CLEF." "
By Walter LittleHeld.

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There were three of us one evening
In the reading room Of the Press club
Nj. Paul Blouct, better known as
"Max ORelr' through his sketches of
French and English life and character;
NJ. Charles L. Lcbon, instructor OF
French. who, by the way, Is littera-
teur of some little note, and myself.
The conversation, after various fluctu-
atons, had assumed a story telling
drift NJ Blouet had just related an
amusing anecdOte of his Boston So
iourn, and we were silently putting in
that agreeable languor that arises from
a good weed and a good story.
On dra wing his cardcase from his
pocket NJ. Lebon brought forth small
bright object that gliStcncd second in
the lampligrt as it fell to the floor. He
stopped for 1t with rather undue haste:
with so much haste, in fact, that he
called our attention to movement that
otherwise would have passed un-
noticed.
"What Is it?' inquired NJ. Blouct.
Without word Lebon handed him
the object he had dropped, but eyed
him carefully as it was examined
"A key" remarked NJ. Rlouet; "a key
and evidently of gold" And he passed
it to me.
held in my hand a key Of perhaps
an inch in length and half as wide.
There was nothing particularly re-
mariablc about it unless it were the
material of which it was composed.
that appeared to be gold. Suddenly
nv eve caught sight of n date and an
inscription upon the ring of the key
1er Juin, 1913 Memcnto mori.'
"A curious key" | suggested as re-
turned it to NJ. Lcbon. Tell us about
it,
The Cne addressed puffcd assiduouSly
for moment or two as he twirlrd the
mysterious key between his forcfingcr
and thumb but he made no renly.
:Comc, come" said NJ. Blouet as he
leaned forward with interest, there
must be something to tell about q key
like that. Why not let us have it,"
"You are right. gentlemen. There is
curious story concerning this key. and
since you desire it will tell it to you,
for truly, gentlemen, without exaggcra-
ton, this little bit Of metal that l hold
in my hand has one of the most re-
markable of histories"
"Iell i'll Tell it," we both exclaimed
in q breath.
Fresh cigarettes were lighted, and,
still holding the key in his hand as if
to bear witness to what he said, NJ.
Lebon began his story.
at was in 1871, just after the surren-
der of Paris. The second empire had
fallen. NJ. Theirs and his party held
the government Evidences of the ter
rible commune we're on every hand,
still the CITY was beginning to look like
the habtation of a civilized people
One morning lie Journal DIES Debats
announced the death at Versailles Of q
Russian lady who for more than 90
years had kent all the gossips of the
Paris salons busy concerning mystery
that seemed to surround her. For rea-
sons that shall presently explain sho
became known as LA Dame q la Clef' !
Now. a nickname In Paris means q
great deal more than it does here
When one il nicknamed there, one car
ries that name to the grave.
nI'he notice in Lee Journal des DebatS
mentioned la Dame q Ia Clef est
mOrte,' 1t did not give her own name
That would have sienit1ed nothing, The
paper concluded by saying that she
died. aged is. In complete solitude. 1t
seems that her husband. who was much
older than she. had visited her regular
ly every six months during the past ten
years and then had disappeared, no one
knew where. All was mysterious about
this Lady of the Key One day came
to her the news Of her husbands DEATH
She survived him but a short time, and
1t was whispered that she had allowed
herself TO die from hunger. That was
all the notice of her death had to say
about the matter. The mystery still
remained unexplained, and the interest
concerning her grew less and less and
gradually died away altogether"
NJ. I.cbon paused to relight his ciga-
rette. which he had allowed to go out.
After doing this, he settled back in his
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seem at all inclined TO continue the
story.
'Well," calculated, "go on. That Is
no story. Why, you haven't even said
what the mystery was, or why she was
called La Dame a la Cleft"
"Ah, yes" he replied pensively.
''quite right. had forgotten, Gentle,
men. ! have not said that she was
beautiful, yet such was the case. Her
face was one of the loveliest that
have ever seen, her figure was perfect,
Qnd'-
"Wcll?" interrupted NJ. Blouet some
what impatiently,
"Gcntlemrn. | will not bore you"
continued NJ. Lebon smiling. simply
imagine her beautiful in face and form
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