St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1910-12-31

I And that was how Cnevalier Darcy
came to be an honored guest in the
house Of Flynt. Miss Florence looked
at him doubtfully. but the aunt accept
ed him at once. Why not? He haG
the most engaging manners; he was 6
gentleman with title; he had saved
| their lives; he was a stranger who
was making tour of America to study
society and other things. And he ad
mitted in the frankest and most
charming manner that It was possible
an American bride might return to
France with him
Mrs. Flynt was thoughtful woman.
She thought that collision might have
Jared the chevalier's wallet out OF
his pocket and lost it. At his very
! first call she offered to become his
| banker. She put it in a way to spare
| his proud feelings, and he pocketed
the check and said he did not look for
! such fine consideration in crude Amer.
| lea. They had already looked askance
at him at the hotel, but that check
saved the day.
For fortnight Mrs. Flynt had
| thoughts and dreams connected with
| herself and titles and castles. She
was chevalieress. She was the boss
of a hundred servants. She was on
friendly terms with people of blue
blood. Then she became conscience
stricken. There was that poor girl
Florence She had promised to do the
square thing by her, and would 1t be
doing it to beat her out of title and
castles? Wasn't the chevalier already
showing by his actions that he was
falling in love with the girl? No. Old
Josh Flynt had always been called a
square man--even if he did divide
with the alderman-and his widow
would uphold his reputation. Later
on, of lord or count came her way.
we'll
The aunt sought Miss Florence and
resigned the chevalier to her and
asked no gratitude in return.
Then came the long-delayed confes-
sion. Florence was engaged to a
young man in Poughkeepsie: She
didn't exactly know about his family
or finances, but he had curly hair and
black eyes and very white teeth and
tenor voice. She loved him, and she
would marry him, and she didn't care
two red cents for an old chevalier. AS
for castles. they must be full Of ghosts
and cobwebs, and she preferred two
story brick house, with stone dog
and a fountain in the front yard.
Mrs. Flynt became very angry. She
scolded and criticised and put her
foot down. Then she shed tears and
appealed. Here was the chance Of a
girls lifetime 1t would never occur
again. Wealth, title, station and cas-
ties for just saying yes. Had the
girls senses deserted her? Let her
take week to think it over, and then
beware how she broke her loving
aunt's heart
The chevalier would wait a week
before committing suicide for love of
Miss Florence. He wouldn't do 1t for
any other person than the aunt. He
would do It for her because she had
loaned him money until he could hear
from Paris, and because he was
obliged to ask another favor of the
same sort. Paris wasn't so far away,
but those Paris bankers always took
their time about business matters. An
other check was handed over, and
again the hotel bouncer was saved
Job.
The week was only half up when a
young. man with curly hair and black
eyes and white teeth called at the
Flynt mansion. Mrs. Flynt happened
to receive him, and she noticed that
his card bore the name of Walter AL
word. He was just common Ameri-
can, and when he asked for Miss Flor
ence Mrs. Flynt retired from the par
Tor. She wasn't expecting the cheva-
lier at that hour, and that was the rea-
son why he was shown directly into
the parlor, and beheld the young man
holding willing hand belonging to
Miss Florence.
He assumed a pose. He meant it
to be a terrible pose Then his eyes
betrayed the tragedy that was turning
comersaults in his soul. No apprecia-
ton from the audience of two. Then
he Numbered out:
Mile tonerres!" in a voice to make
one shiver. No shivers. The cheya.
lier was about to wave his arms and
yell when Mrs. Flynt entered the
room. The young man with the dark
eyes and white teeth rose I'D and
handed her various newspaper clip
pings and quietly said:
''His history Is all there. Shall It
be read aIoud?"
In less than a minute the chevalier
was gone.
Mrs. F1ynt read those newspaper
clippings in the privacy of her own
room. and an hour later appeared IN
he parlor, red-eyed and contrite, to
say:
Florence, I guess we don't want
any titles. | guess it's your aunt who
acks the brains. You may tntroduce |
ne to your young man, as Mrs. Joshua