The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1904-08-24

@ @ the Garde Republicaine
J had just finished playing
81 $fc% N Of the popular
marches, which set the toes of all the
little models sitting under the trees
I'm the Luxembourg Gardens tapping
alphabetically upon the gravel.
= Out on the broad walk lear the
&pond passed to and fro the ceaselesS
etream Of types" which one meets
with only in the Quarter. and very
Frequently even there only on Friday
afternoons. Above the palace fut-
Tered focks Of pigeons which have
made the gables and finals their home
For years.
Truly, the palace would not be the
same without pigeons" remarked a
little model to her ami as she tripped
gayly down the steps and passed
across the s%un-bathed path on their
WAY to a shady corner on the further
Bide of the garden.
But neither BONES, with futtering
Ribbons and immense white aprons,
nor overdressed nor underdressed chill
dren bowling hoops and growing, nor
auttering balloons on the end Of the
even the old soldiers with grizzled
mustaches and shutting footsteps, at
racted half sc much attention as the
blind young man sitting beneath the
ebade Of one Of the chestnuts, with the
lovely, quietly dressed girl at his side.
'"Ah" said Dufayel. as he saw our
chances rest q~uestionably on these two,
there Is a sad history attached to
him and to her, and yet why should l
ball it sad, for they love each other?"
And Dufayel shrugged his Shout
iers and smiled in a cynical way with
which, ~good-hearted chap that he was,
be tried to deceive his pest friends into
thinking him a misogynist.
THAT" he continued, "iS Andre De-
orme, and she-once Suzanne, the
pretty model at ColorosSi's-is his
wife. Yes, he is blind. and that is the
badness Of their history. Three years
kgo Andre was one of the most prom
sing Of the younger painters; every
fne thought that he was sure of a
Bronze He worked hard and stud
led hard, and except that he admired
having any interests outside the pic
Fure he was painting.
Zone day-you will remember read
ng about it-a great fire broke out at
he back of the studios not far from
he Care du Mont Parnasse. We
card nothing Of 1t at the studio until
he noise Of the engines laundering
y at the bottom Of the street and the
houting and the blowing Of horns told
IS that a fire was in progress.
Andre and half a dozen others has
lily threw down their pallets, put on
&<heir coats, dashed down the steep
taircase out into the street, and then
Fushed away along the Boulevard to
be place where the fire was. Before
hey could make their way through
! be crowd which thronged the end Of
be street, like @ flash 1t came to sew
ral Of us at once that Suzanne on
~uesdays-it was a TueSday-always
ht to Jules Bonnard.
"Np one liked Jules-somehow we
puld not trust him-and therefore we
Fere not much surprised to gather
Fom one of the crowd that Jules had
ade his escape from the studio at the
Sst alarm of fire without giving much
bought to Suzanne.
- soon there was a great outcry as
be roof of one of the studios fell in
18th q crash. and plumes Of sparks
nd smoke and flames darted sky
ard. Not long. and another shout,
pr Bonnard had sufficiently recov-
red his nerve to say that there was a
5rl in his studio, the end of which
as already on fire. Andre dashed at
Fm and shouted close to his face:
is it Suzaune-is it Suzanne? Tell
e or IN kill your
"And then, just as he was about to
Pie him by the throat, Bonnard
hsped out:
Z Eyes, it is Suzanne
"Andre turned without g word and