The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-10-23
IN THE RUE DE RIv0LI.
By Archie Mcssakin.

3AS1Ae&ANs
 Copyright, 1904. by Daily Story Pub.
 Company
 Paris was beautiful that night From the PaIais Royal and as far as the eye could see the street was agiare with brilliant colored lanterns and ruddy faces of the gala-day throng.
 Teresa paused and looked into the windows of the little shop. She was a siiaht girl, 1.-the of figure. brilliant black eyes and e wealth of ebony hair that fell loosely about her faunltke neck or reposed in luxurious folds upon her breast.
 But in the shop was everything that could make little Teresa happy; the beautiful glass beads that gleamed like real gems, the black comb studded with briliiants. beautiful earrings and rich folds of yellow silk lowered here ana there with bright red roses.
 Then she thought of the Englishman whom she had met in the park and who had given her the little locket. He was a handsome fellow, with blue eyes and light hair and Teresa turned from the window thinking of his tall, handsome figure, and then drew from her bosom the little Iocket and kissed 1t tenderly. But if Felipe would see it? Would he not pawn it at Saverios for liquor? And then-Teresa carefully slowed the locket in her bosom and, thinking of the fair haired foreigner and the beau tlful locket that he had given her, she strolled down the boulevard.
 Again she withdrew the locket and examined it more closely. The light was poor where she was standing, and she moved under the glare of the elec- tric light. In handling it she touched the little spring: it flew open and to ha ha rafnfa ture of the Englishman. How beau tiful he was. How kindly he had talked to her. and what pretty story he had told her about the beautiful countdY in which he lived And he had called her Venus--and then Teresa thought of something very strange, and she longed to go to that country. where one was always happy. and to have some one to love. But. no. it would never be. They had all said that she was beautiful. and then had gone away, and she had forgotten them. Why not give the little Iocket to Felipe? He would sell 1t and proba- bly buy her the beads, at least.
 Felipe held the little locket in his hand and examined. 1t with gleaming eyes.
 Tt is real gold. Ye-es. 1t is gold. If 1t will bring 12 francs at Picards, surely Saverio VIII give 14. Yes, 1t Is real gold" Felipe examined 1t with the eye of 8 connoisseur.
 And. Felipe. will you buy me the beads at the shop in the Rue de Rivoli; they are but IF sous, and they are so beautiful?'
 For those diddIe-dadd1es-"t the lit- tie locket had sprung open.
 You say that you found this, Teresa?"
 'Yes, senor Felipe. in the Rue de Rivoli." The girl was trembling.
 This face must go with it.; 1t will not sell. Humph! The mans an Englishman. Felipe had whipped out his knife and was scratching out the portrait of the Englishman.
 The girls head dropped. What if he meant it?'' she whispered with a sigh
 Teresa leaned on the counter of the title shop. Around her neck were the glass beads, and she was very happy as she surveyed herself in the little mir TOT. She thought of the Englishman. Her head dropped. her face flushed and she sighed as she turned into the street. It was late. and the throngs had nearly dispersed. All along the boulevard the. lights were spluttering. and one by one they went out Across the park the moon shone resplendently upon the la- goon. and the sound of laughing voices