Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1905-02-18

zine.
The UsRA3kKG OF THEODORE
Light did We come, light did We 80,
As summers rose, as winters SNOW,
o little loves of long ago.
Your grave within my heart is made
Death laid you deep with cunning spade,
. little loves that lowered to fade,
What cared the world? 1t had its wine.
Soft lips to bite, soft eyes to shine,
O little loves that once were mine,
Not vain your life, yosr death. All. no.
| mourn in songs of perfect woe
My little loves Of long ago.
When he had finished there were only
FIVE dry eyes in the cabaret of the Noe
tambues. The patron permitted the eye
that watched the door to pay hurried
tribute; the other was compelled to sur
vey the garcons The remaining four,
keen as Lecoq and dry as Sahara, twin
Killed. below the wicked brQws of Bastien
and Toto
These inquisitive gentlemen gave
Theodore a good start. 1t was not need
ed, for the gentle poet had all but for
2otten his adventure of year before;
such long spell of immunity from
espionage had luled him into security:
and he pursued his way toward the
Louvre with light step and a heart re-
loieing over his latest success. He took
the steam tram for passy, mounting tc
the imperiale. Toto and Bastien found
seats inside.
III, JoSna,f1f I 1-,,,,- Ii Io.,- =
Toto. Hide your facet"
Bastien blew trumpet blasts behind his
handkerchief.
"Now!" said Toto, we've got him
Theodore disappeared into the open
door of a blanchisserie, whence Il strong
light poured out into the darkness.
Bastien and Toto stopped short in the
shadow.
He goes for his wash" whispered
Bastien. But Bastien was wrong, as he
discovered in a moment.
1t was very late, but the blanchisseuse.
plump and pleasing in profile, was still
busy ON a bunch of collars. She polished
one very deliberately before she looked
up. ] he watchers saw that her fun face
was as charming as her profile
"th bien Pierre" she cried at last
they could hear every word distinctly
"how did your Little Loves go?"
"A triumph, Marie, perfect triumph!
But never mind my Little Boves'-how
are ours?'
Asleep stree o the angelsl But
come, off with your coat, mon anil
These sheets must be mangled before we
shut shop tonight. Quietly now-don't
wake the babes"
Peering through a corner of the win
dow, Toto and Bastien saw Theodore
take his two franc piece from mis- pocket
and hand it To Marie, who, careful man
ager, examined it infinitely before de
posting it in her purse; saw Theodore
bend TO the mangle, and put all the
strength of his long thin arms into the
pressing OF one dozen extra strong snow
white sheets.
Il have had misfortune tonight,
Marie" said Theodore.
Was there ever such foolish baby!"
cried Marie. What is it this timer"
My gloves-I have lost them," he an
swcrcd.
That's the second pair within six
months!" she rctorted. Il wonder what
you have a head for Why don't you
lose it? Some one might find it and put
little sense into it for you
OH" ne laughed, Il lost my head long
ago hen | lost my heart!"
And, putting his arm round her waist.
he drew the pretty blanchisseuse toward
him and kissed her. She put hey hand on
his shoulder Toto and Basticn saw the
twinkle Of her wedding ring-and kissed
him back
And he IS a poet" sighed Bastien.
That's Just why said Toto. Let's
90 away This Is no place for usi" And
ne liked up at the sign over the door.
1t is to be feared that Toto was at
heart that sorry thing, a sentimentalist.
Bastien said as much before he began
predicting the run there would be at the
Noctambules when they presented their
report.
There will be no report" said Toto.
Heinz"
There win be no report We know
nothing Of hcodore de Dorcnayant We
mstook for him another man. one Pierre
Freaudeau. husband Of pretty
Dlanchisseuse, and him we followed to his
home Theodore sleeps below an arch of
the Point dc Ia COncorde. Theodore will
continue to sleep there
And hn did, until he went to sleep in
/ his last bed, which hap,eHed a few weeks
since. when Toto and Basticn felt them.
selves compelled to speak, 50 az to in
sure success for the benefit the Noe
tambuies gave IN aid Of Nine Freaudeau
and her two little ones, the little loves
OF long ago The OulOoker