The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1906-07-13
BY AID OF
MORPHEUS
BY MARVIN DANA



ing tho various members of the coach
ing party we're detailing impressions
from the days trip.
BY common consent the otnerS
paused when Madam la Baronne ue
vaux began to speak. The dainty
rrenchwoman was n favorlte with all
and she was usually sure OF listeners
TO whatever she chose TO say
"Ah. that little village" she erie J.
raily. THAT little village all OIL "oou'
with its wooden church! But III
France It had been all of brick ana
stone, Yet II was likc--oh. Sd very
like.-a tiny place quite neat our
chateau, And Il was there that some
thing happened once, something ufo'''
aud sweet
Madam IN Baronne paused Fnn
smiled, and the sweetness In her rae
deepened, and the drollness hasheu ID
! her black eyes.
Tell MS, please tell us, madam" the
/ others clamored
surely" the baroness replied
There was n dear old boy llVed III
the village. and, too, dear old iauy'
He was an old bachelor, and she was
mn old maid Once, years ana year"
and years ago. she and ne had beeh
sveethearts. Somehow they could not
Or would not marry. He went away
for years. while she remained III lhe
village always Then ut last ne CANT
hack. and they were good triehas
al IA
hourht. But every evening he caiIeu
IN her. and they sat AMI chatted on
tho ycranda when the season wa
RIGHT. and AT other times they sat II
two great chairs before the little mr.
In the little parlor Of her cottage
zone winters night, when the air wa
most biting and their old blood chIlle'
By the frost Of It. they sat coziiy u
the parlor. rs always, and the old gen
tleman. | suppose, was very busy l
beap the tiny fire high and to keep ID
blaze brisk. so that they sat snugiy !
their hure chairs and basied In IN
warm glow. and chatted lazily an
drowsily of the past days, when io'
was hot In their young hearts.
Madam Ia Baronne broke on af
ran her merry eyes over the grou
about her
"Have none of you read the tale
she questioned NO? Well, there
little more. indeed, | have only
finish now In the morning, when q
bonnie entered the parlor to dust 1t al
nut things straight, she found the DE
old gentleman and the dear old la
in their great chairs before the dyl
b fire In the tiny CRATE, and they were
n sound asleep
"a The baroness smiled, and Taught
N ran In the circle around her.
N They were married as quickly
the law would allow. Otherwise TN
must have been a whisper of scand
. And, oh, | am sure that they li'
\ happy ever after; yes. even as haI
" as before!'
The group chartered mcrrily o
the narrative and thanked the rae
teuse with enthusiasm.
And now let us have some mus
the baroness suggested, and turned
patriotic American. "Of cot
that means you, Mr. Blennen."
Blennens dark, thin face ligl
with a pleasant smile, as he nod
nm assent to the general demand
'fac. before he rose from his chair his
her wandered toward woman at a Il
AIRY, distance from him and there they !
alls. or with a suggestion of expectation
the their gaze. Almost instantly
the woman turned to meet his look,
ably she spoke eagerly:
er ut "Oh. please, Mr. Blennen.'
en- A. the words glow or plea
the shone from the musicians face. an
has FASTENED toward the piano.
The early summer night OF the
n the son valley was soft, languorous, 81
resi- save for the restful droning Of tn
sects. Through the open window
alton tho great drawing-room came the
rk of urious mingle4 perfumes of many
SONS. 1t was a night and com
for music. For Blennen, I'll
the inheritor of a princely for
i-tht was n master of music.
short When he had finished. and the I
nning of enthusiasts at last allowed h
hake- break from their compliments, ne
]oule- to her.
/ Pare She made place beside her
ICES. flashed q glance of fond pride
!. per him.
i've In ut was wonderful, wonderful
, snug cried, softly. Your genius, Var
Well 80 true-so splendidly true! All,
more | listened to you, my soul went
aid ing in magic land of harmony
l., She broke OF abruptly. Then
eau s'i oIs hardly a seconds pause, she cont
gayly:
81 should never mind my ms
Lima II I could lie and hear you play
Ike her Poor child! you don't show a,
ns-be- of It. You are as fresh and dai
len she lovely and superb IS ever-mor'
!, plain tiful In my eyes, Grace"
oes-to The woman blushed and DROP
artisans gaze In confusion ut the pas!
his voice. Her silence emb'
:. Is 1t him, and he continued III al
gone to whisper: