The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-09-11

l.' lso, as you sit at meals it is no un-
 Immon thing to have crab or a lobster thrust through the open win dow. each quite ready to show light. After We have bought them they prom enade rc1nd the kitchen to the amuse- ment of our cook, whom we suspect of a French descent. We also buy flat, thick, white fish, which is very sweet and delicate, of a variety unknown to us. Then there is a glittering silver fish very like a salmon, which they call 'bar," and for which they charge sal mon prices. It eats rather like mild CT kind of salmon. Can it be barbel? MBademoiselle who sells us our fruit and vegetables comes out from Bou- logne market. She has little ass and cart and a staut dog to assist 'Pfiesse'' us the hills and down. She has beau tiful peaches and melons and plums and tomatoes, and all manner of vege- tables. As she sits on her cart, with ! her handsome dark face, she is the cen ter of most pleasing picture. We like her the better that 'Tanesse" is well fed and accustomed to sugar, and that the dog turns up his nose at mere bread. Still, she has picked over the peaches for us, giving us the least ma ture while the French mesdames selec- ted the ripest and roundest. How im- possible it is to remonstrate when one has little French! Then there comes a day when she can speak only in whis- per, and has her throat swathed up with bandages. We present her with some tabloids of chlorate of potash. The next time she comes she thanks us volubly-at least we take it to be thanks-and we notice that she lays aside our selection of a caterpillar-rid- den lettuce for better one. At Tues days market she takes charge of us. We see her watching over us from afar. Not any longer does she pick for us the hardest and greenest peaches.
 There is a delightful little old woman who comes from Cape Grisnes with donkey cart full of butter and eggs. The butter, swathed in cabbage leaves under a white cloth, is delicious, past the best Devon of London shops. The eggs are brown and new laid. Sometimes a child comes to the door with three four warm eggs on a plat ter, asking few sous.
 Again, there are, those who appear at 1 the door with shrieking and misera- ble bullet, or duck, with it's legs tied together. Or the baker, like conjurer, will produce rabbit from amid his long, brown loaves. Or, again, there is the woman with gateauX, her little brown face in its wide frilled white cap as brown, golden brown, as her wares.
 Once there is a misunderstanding. The boy of the knife grinder has been hanging enraptured over the oyster man as he opens the oysters for his customers. Presently the boy appears in our open door. 'Combien pour une
 douzaine?"' we say In our halting French. "Un franc quarante," he re- plies. "Very cheap" we say to each other approvingly and straightway or der two dozen. we have not got them,' he says, shaking his bewildered head. We produce q long dish and thrust it under his nose. His bewilder-
 ment but increases. Panton1ime falls. He leaves us at last still shaking his head. Those mad English he says to himself, doubtless. It is only when we see him trudging by the knife grinders cart that we realize our mistake.
 We have favorites among those ttin- erant merchants, these whom it Is hard to turn away, so that we sometimes raher load ourselves up with eels or eggs and butter because we cannot say No" to the little mahogany faced old woman.
 Occasionally we get other things than provisions Yesterday 1t was couple
 of plausible fellows, gipsy faced chil- dren of the sun with a long cart full of chairs, the new varnsh all gleaming in the sun. They leap on the chairs to prove that they are tres solide," and
 an excellent test it is, for they are great and brawny, even by those sons of Anak, our fishermen.
 Or it is tied up bundle of silk bed
 spreads and embroidered table centres,
 costly and beautiful. We have to see
 to the Ibotom of the bundle, although
 we know full well that we shall not
 buy. Madame seems to find it a pleas
 ure to make the display. When. at last
 we convey our apologies she answers
 cheerfully that it is all in the way of
 business. "Merei bien, madame" she
 says, going out. Certainly they sweet
 en life, these excellent manners of our
 French neighbors.-Pall Mall Gazette.