The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-09-27

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Mademoiselle de Chaumont siezed me as
I entered. Her carriage stood In the court
Miss Chantry was waiting IN 1T, while An
nabel's maid fastened her glove.
20 Lazarre!' the poppet CRIED her
heartiness going through me like wine.
care you back? And how you are changed.
They must have abused you In Russia. We
heard you went to Russia. But since dear
Marquis du Plessy died we never near the
truth about anything"
I acknowledged that had been to RUS
sia. s. ~
why did you go there? Tell your
dearest Annabel. She won't tell"
ITO see lady"
: Annabei shook her fretwofk Of misty
hair.
'"That's treason to me. Is she beauti-
ful?' 49,"
Very" . So
s. 'Kind?'
Perfectly"
wen, why not. by the way. why are
you looking so wan II she Is beautiful and
kind?'
7 didn't say she was beautiful and kind
for me, did I?''
mo, of course not She has fitted you.
the wretch. Your dearest Anrabel will
console you, Lazarre!" She elaspsd my
arm with both hands. mime. de Terriers
husband Is alive!"
What consolation is there in that?' u
"A great deal for me. She has her es-
tates back. and he was only hiding until
she got them know the funniest
thing"
AnnabeI hooked her finger and led me
to small study or cabinet at the emu OF
the drawing
A profusion Of the most beautiful stuns
was arranged there for display. 4;
"Look!" the witch exclaimed, plnohfng
my wrist in her rapture. india muslin
embroidered in silver lama, Turkish vel-
vet, bali dresses for bride, ribbons OF
all colors, white blond, Brussels point.
Ca shmere shawIs, wells in English point.
reticules, gloves. fans. essences, a bridal
purse of gold links-and worse than ALI
except this string Of perfect pearls--his
portrait on a medallion Of ivory. painted
by Isabeyl" w.
What is this collection7"
"A corbeille:"
whats a corheille?"
Annabel crossed her hands in despera-
ton. "Oh, haven't you been in Paris long
enough to know what a corbeille is7 It's
the collection Of gifts bridegroom makes
for his bride. He puts his taste, his SEN
timent, his"-she waved her hands in the
air-"as we'll as his money, into 1t. A
corbeille shows what man ts. He must
have been collecting 1t ever since ne came
to France. I feel proud OF him. want
to pat him on his dear old back!
Not having him there to pat, she patseo
me.
.'You are going to be narried?" H.
"Who said was going to be marrted7'
isn't this your corbeille?'
Annabel lifted herself to my ear.
1T was Nine. de Terriers"
WHAT"
I'm sure Of iti''
''who bought tt7" - ~
"Count de Chaumont, Of course " .'.#
WAS Mime. dc Ferrier going to marry
him7' ......-......... ......,...s.-..
''Who wouldn't marry man with such
a corbeille?"
WAS she2"
Don't grind your teeth at your dearest
Annabel. She hadn't seen 1t, but 1t must
have decided her. I am sure he Intended
to marry Nine. de Terrier, and ne does
most things he undertakes to do. That
inconsiderate wretch Of Marquis de Fer
rier-to spoil such a. corbeille as this! But
Lazarre! She patted her gleved hands.
Here's the consolation: My father Will
be obliged to turn his corbeille into my
trousseau when am Inarried!"
whats trousaeau?"
Goose! It's brides wardrobe.
knew he had something in this cabinet,
but he never left the key in the door
"
when the De Terriers came into PARISH
Are they in PARISH"
Eyes, at their own hotel. Tho old mar
auis has posted here to thank the en-
peror The emperor Is away with the
troops, so he is determined at least to
thank the empress at the assembly to-
night"
'Will Madame de Ferrier 90 to the
Tuileries?"
"Assuredly. Fancy how furious my
father must bel" -.
May enter?" said the humblest OF
voices outside the door,
We heard shuffling step.
Annabel made a face and cienched her
hands. The sprite was so harmless
laughed at her mischief. She brought In
Doctor Chantry as she had brought me, to
behold the corbeille; covering her fathers
folly with transparent fabrications, which
anybody but the literal Briton must have
seen through. He scarcely greeted me al
all, folding his hands. pale and crushed
the sharp tip Of his nose standing up
more than ever like porcelain candle-ex
tinguisher, while I was anxious to have
him aside, to get my money and take my
leave.
"see this beautiful corbeille, Doctor
Chantry! Doesn't it surprise you Lazarre
should have such taste? We are going this
morning to the mayor Of the aTrondisse.
ment Nothing Is so easy as civil mar
riage under the empire! OF course the re.
| ligious sacrament in the church Of the
Capuchins follows, and celebrating tina,
five minutes before midnight viii make
| all Paris talk! Go with us to the mayor
Doctor Chantry!'
NO" he answered, mol"
b My father joins us there. We have
kept Miss Chantry waiting too long. Sht
will be tired Of sitting in the carriage.
| Chattering with every breath Annabe
entlained us both to the court. my pool
master hobbiipg after her a victim. and
staring at me with hatred when I tried
| to get word In undertone.
! II put Annabel into the coach, and Mis-!
| Cl,antry made frigid room for me.
"IIasten yourself, Lazarre," said Made
molselle de Chaumont.
| looked back at the poor man who wa.
being played with, and she cried ou
laughing
ibid you go to Russia a Partisan tt
come back a bear?'
entered her coach, intending to talk,
my leave as soon as had seen Count d,
Cha umont. Annabel chartered all the wa.
about civil marriage, and directed Mis-
lChantry to walt for us while swo went IA
to the mayor. was perhaps too indiffer
| emit to the trick. The usually sharp roe
l,erness, undecided and piaued, sat still
| The count was not In the mayors Office
Afcivil marriage was going forward. ant
a strange bridal party looked at us.
Nov, Lazarre," the strategist conf1ded
i your dearest Annabel Is koinr i,
i oover herself with Parisian dissrace
i You don't know how maddening il h
to have every step dogged by woman