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turn she furnished him reports about what went on at Tuileries. He used Mme de Pavai for the same purpose, and ended by achievement and mar riage If he employed Mile. Froissard the sweet, childish blue eyes must have had for him piquant interest. She
 went to Metz at the commencement of the war of 1870, but only remained while the emperor, with whose staff she | had many links, stayed there. Police
 reports stated that she pushed her eX- cursions on horseback so far as woods infested by the enemy. but that no harm befeI her. The agents who thus reported insinuated that she went 10 tell the Prussians how things went on at Metz.
 In the early days of Monaco, Mile Froissard married a NJ. Lecomte, a M Lecomte, a croupier there. She thought this a mesalliance, but she had been plunging and losing, and found in Lecomte a present help in time of trouble. Perhaps she may have felt d grateful impulse, but it is to ba feared
 that she only regarded him as a con- Venience he and the daughter that she
 bore him so soon and so completely
 slipped from her mind. The croupier
 had longed for an angel of the hearth
 and domestic happiness. She grew tired
 of being regarded as a darling little
 wife by such a person, and deserted
 him for Colonel Peragallo, a son of for
 tune bearing the title of Comte, whom
 she had known at the Tuileries. He
 there commanded a household regi- ment. The Colonel allowed Mime. Le-
 comte to bear his name, and iyS.roduced
 her as the COmtesse Peragallo. He and
 she forgot that Lecomte and the little daughter existed. Perhaps the Colonel knew nothing about the child; LecomtC. chained to the roulette table, could not
 be about, and nobody in society kheW anything about him.
 Colonel Peragallo allowed the Com Jesse" to spend freely, and when she plunged and lost, paid her gambling debts with a good grace. As no fortune could stand this, he soon fell into pow erty. He, however, was so provident as to buy for his fair friend a house at Monaco, which she afterwards sold in return for a lump sum and an annu- ity, and he also obtained for her bu- reau de tabac worth $220 a year. Blu reauX de tabac being only given to highly respectable ladies-widows of generals or prefects, or such-like-this resource gave a stamp of credibility to the title of cOmtesse de Peragallo. The Colonel. without a full pocket, found life dull, and fell i'll and died.
 Instead of giving herself up to vain lamentations, the comtesse snatched a young bridegroom of fortune from his bride and brought him to Paris, where they settled down in an hotel He, how ever, ended by feeling ashamed of him. self, and stole back to his family The charmer who had captured him must have been seventy-three when she did so. The assertion placed her in a ter rible situation, but she faced it, and went to live in the small flat in the Rue des Martyrs, where she came last week to the tragic end of a long tether. The annuity from Monaco and the bureau de tabac brought her just $540 a year. As niece of General Froissard and wi dow" of Comte Peragallo she obtained admittance to the Ladies Club founded by Mime. de Marsy There she dined three times a week at the cost of three francs, made acquaintances, and ceased to feel lost in Paris, which had ceased to be the Paris of the em- pire. The other four days she dined at ldDleS q HOIe cdfTleu on Tn connection with card tables. Directly dinner is over, the diners go to play. Th- luck of Mime. Peragallo when she played astonished the others. She became the friend of different young men who ire quented these places. It may be. that she helped them by some hocus-pocus to win. However, these evenings filled her pockets, and she continued to dress Glpp9 ntlV nd to It also appears that she took broker age for introductions. This part of her career is one to leave to future Zolas. She had the example before her of the widow of one of the biggest personages of the second empire, who now deals in cast-off clothes and the beauty of others. And yet we talk of Ninon de fEnalos as the only woman who pre- served in old age the charms and fas- cinations of youth, Is not my Paris, a world of itself PIERRE ROSTER.