The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1904-01-20
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to anybody, and don't mention the
fact in order to ask your pity on
his behalf, because his intended was
a charming girl. Her name was
Andree-delightful name! She was
blond-agreeable color. She was
twenty yea1sland seven months old
attractive age. She belonged to
a family that was worthy Of all re-
spect, fact to be considered.
That rogue Anatole! He knew
the young girl was in love with him
--=-madly in love with him. Had she
not confessed to him that she would
die rather than marry another? I
know well that these things are of
ten seid and rarely executed. But
In this case, although .Andree was q
blond, she was the owner Of an en-
.ergetic and decided character. When
she said things like this her blue
eyes darted terrible lightnings.
Doubtless it was this strong tenn
permanent that prevented her par
.ents from making any objections
and placing any obstacles in her
way. There was no good talking to
Andree.
. "You know, mamma" she had re-
peated again and again, 'I want
this matter to be finished quickly"
But, my dear child, there are
certain delays and certain formali-
ties"-
"The delays can be hurried"
"That is true.'
'sAnd the formalities can be SIM
plifed."
81 have no objections, dear, if it
will give you pleasure"
"Then, mamma, let us consider
the engagement as settled"
Settled! Your lover has only
exchanged very few words with
your father
''You know that my father does
@hat you wish"
'sMy daughter, you exaggerate."
cit is understood. Let us waste
mo more time discussing it. I shall
DE married on the 10th of next
month"
We shall see"
fsNot the 11th; the 10th. It falls
on Saturday. I have already look
ed in the almanac"
sYou have thought of every
thing"
'sI'm thinking only of him."
eWell, he is happy man to be
able to inspire such an affection"
"When you were married didn't
you have the same feeling?"
'"The very same, my child. But
perhaps my thermometer-that is,
the register Of my feelings not
quite So high as yours is.
"Well, now, mamma, let us start
the campaign"
.'Start the campaign? What do
you mean?"
"Find an apartment
eTs it possible %
you do not wish us to live in
the street, I suppose?"
etNo, but
Tomorrow morning, then. we
will start out"
sThe''--
Tomorrow, directly after break
fast, for apartments are sometimes
difficult to find. Now, mamma, let
me give you a kiss. You are 80
good,
She spoke the truth. Her moth
er was an excellent creature, and
Anatole Pluchin was-well, his
: mother, her future mother-in-law,
was of the kind that are nowadays
seldom to be found.
The day following at the ap-
Z pointed hour Andree was ready to
attack Paris and ransack it from
end to end in her endeavors to find
the nest--that is, the apartments
of her dreams. Her valiant mother
was prepared to accompany her.
The poor old woman had burned
her throat with her coffee and had
Z nearly choked herself over the sugar
at the bottom of the cup.
Forward, march I" cried the ioy-
Gus voice OF Andree. ;I' 3s
Young and inexperienced, she lit
/ tile knew what a terrible thing it is
TO hunt for Rooms In Paris, to climb
up dozens and dozens Of steps and
TO undergo the searching question
angg OF Jealous concierges and indis-
I Greet portieres. $
After an hour and d half of this
exercise the unfortunate girl was
exhausted. And her mother She
! followed her dang hter, putting like
:Sa granlpus and dragging her legs!
after her as If they were logs OF
Z heavy ytimber g Duff !Ouf 81 0nf r.
Then at LEI 9Th, ON Mamma, look at
i that tSpretty house i''
SO Sit Isl e
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