The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-01-13
BETWEEN COCKTAIL
AND COGNAC
By H. S. WINTHROP

MATE, cry MON AMI, dfe You,
hurt?
"Ah! M. Converse; charmed, I'm sure.''
Then / know that my Marie is safe.
Also that the good sisters they have add
cd to her beauty the manners Of the great
ladies'. ...
fear is over. 49,. -..-.. .....
But the chaperone?"
I tell her that 1t my Saints Day. Her
aunt is far away. Shall be desolate on
my name day because her aunt she is not
here? Never!
She is adorable, for does she not con-
sent to lunch g. deux- Only the place
must be very big and very full, else it
would not be proper.
take her good cafe. sell the wine.
I know the rest must be good also.
Marie will have the cocktail. also.
1t loosens the tongue and it brings
sparkle to the eye. -.
Marie she remember we'll the days Of
so long ago. She remembers the bon",
bons and marrons I have brought. She
Is grateful. She press my hand. Ny
heart is gone to her. My head fast fol.
lows. 49,.
We have the wine. It is a sauterns.
It is one Of my very best. I ask her
that she be mine. She say: This is -
sudden"
I tell her think always OF her. She
shake her head and laugh. Always she
laugh. It cut me to the heart.
I tell Marie that I am growing rich.
I lay my poor heart bleeding at her feet.
She laugh. All, cruel! She huns little
song.
you are too slow" she tells mo.
''It is not to be that we should love
these three years-fn America It is not
polite.
I grit my teeth hard, but smile and
am very pleasant. I have a small bot
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propriate and 1t Is a good wine-though
Of the Italian.
tell her how have loved and waited.
have told her all Of my life since then,
but she is not much moved, though she
is more kindly. All! Red wine Is the
wine Of cupid! At last speak OF her
| father and she cry softly. She has loved
| him much.
Her aunt; has the aunt, is stern.
| She is hard. She fears that the lover
seeks only the money. She keep him off.
I am grateful to this aunt-but she is
] hard woman.
| Marie can love only the actor He is
on the stage and he is safe. She have
come to town to the matinee. She is to
see the favorite. I know him well. I
have sell him wine. He loves greatly his
wife. OF truth he is very great &C
tor. I feel safe.
We have by now arrived at the sweets.
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are cold, these glaces, but they please
the young. Her eyes twinkle at me over
the pettits tours, but they do not soften.
! The cafe is already come am in de-
spair. If I yin not my Marie now I shall
never--and it is my name day, the fete
of my saint. Him implore to help me.
| The cognac is come. We-pour it In
the cafe She takes two Jumps Of sugar.
take her spoon. That is enough I tell
her.
You have been to school, she tell
me, land Cupid has been your master
1t is a good omen. I plead again.
talk not Of my money, but of La Belle
France. All, she loves the land! I too.
T can see that she thinks more kindly.
We shall go there when we marry, I
tell her Just we two. Not the aunt.
She would be in the way. We will go
i together to the places in the south, where
! the grape growers tread the Wine IN
their bare feet, splashed with the purple
life blood of those beautiful grapes. We
shall watch, the season. Hand In hand
we shall wander through the long corri-
doris where the champagne ever lies to
gain age and bouquet.
We shall visit Paris, too, With the gar
dens and the cafse. We shall-1n short
! go home for a little while.
I 1 have move my Marie. She does cry.
softly and without making herself I'M
beautiful. She lean toward me over tho
dry cognac glass. David" she say,
Let us 60"
kiss her hand respectfully. My heart
beats 50 that all might hear. All.
All, M'sieus I am truly a lucky man.
, 1t was not when I speak Of money, but
of myself that she say. yes" She shall
marry me for love. I shall burn many
, pounds Of candles to my saint. For waa
it not on his name day, between the cock
tails and the cognac that / have win
my Mar1e-mys wife?