The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-02-27
MIRYBEAU
By Julia Truitt Bishop.

1I down in Orleans Street were in the habit of M making comment among themselves on the ex- - clusiveness of the St. Cyrs who had little right
 to be exclusive, being, apparently as poor as those around them.
 little Madame Jauber volubly. If spik her she answer only in French an dat not so good French de udder people Dat Madame St Cyr, she is Creole yas What she mek wid erself dat she not spk English
 There followed shrill laugh. with which Madame ing into the little side gate of the house in Orleans Street. The moment the green gate closed, shut ting out the stare of vulgar curiosity. Try might. caught than glimpse of that scru the back Inside that domain, Madame St. Cyr lived her life in her way, which was. perhaps, the way of her neighbors.
 together by poverty and the eternal necessity for plan ming and eontriving to make ends meet. When the other neighbors met at the bakery or on her way to the French market, there always loud com naent "de way de bread get mo little ever shave de meat he mek it so tin" But Madame St. Cyr passed among the chattering groups with silent world.
 methodica man. this Monsieur St Cyr. Every morning at the stroke of eight and winter he must have his constitutional it appeared failing which his health at hvethry Monsieur pulled the bei the little house
 This was all that was seen by Madame Jaibert and her friends and this little they built largely they sat "out front" in the summer evenings and waved mosquito dispersing fans.
 If they could have their way through the little gate at tie this morning for instance, they would have reality very different from all their irnagnings They would have seen Madame perhaps. still lingering at the table bravely out with priceless old cracked and and plates, arranged priceless old fine linen tablecoth in which exquisite darns ran riot The meal had been of the simplest, "but it was enough, thanks be to the good God Ma dame remarked with simple fervor; and Monsieur the son, echoed the thanks cheerfully Monsieur is no longer so young he had been, and touch of frost Is setting about his temples but he gave last touch his irreproachable tie before the mirror in the side board it might have been seen that he gentle man of leisure. Madame took new note of this with pathetic pride.
 "You go out for your constitutional is it not?" she asked him with light in her eyes and an unlifting of her head.
 "As always" said Monsieur with the gay and careless air beftting gentleman of leisure.
 Ever at the same hour-.at the same n1oment said stroll around, among your friends and then to your club. 1t IS good club,- that my frend?"
 Tt is an excellent club" said Monsieur cordially. And there canaie my son' have thought at times that you had the wearied look night, of one who had been forced to associate with the canaille
 But not at a insisted Monsieur, his hat in his hand We are of the the T nest s exeusiye..Se of the cub3" That lunch7 Is it we'll and dantily served?"
 Tt is most excellent" said Monsieur with enthusiasm There is always wine of the finest such even my father would have approved. and the servce-! Mon sieur made eloquent gesture with the thin hands and the thin shoulders and the large eyes, all of which phasized the fact that never such service has at the club
 Madame found this great comfort for the many hundredth time, and for the many hundredh time Mon sieur bowed the thin little hand she gave him. and kissed it, and departed by of the little green gae strong leisurely, may who takes his daily stitutonal
 Just around the first corner. however, complete