New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1912-10-27
BY Kate Carew.

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<<-HIRD floor and the door on your
s right" said the rosy checked
Il concierge, and she beamed
.,..santly upon me as began to climb.
T',s developed a brand new set Of mus
.l.s since took up temporary abode In
80 dear ones, because life here is just
continual going upstcirs and coming
down again.
Every one seems TO have sky parlors'
and only in new apartments mas the ele-
GATOR come into its own as a useful and
breath saving feature.
And this wasn't a new apartment house
a. all. II was old and stately, and II
ros in an equally old and stately corner
% psr,s where there are wide streets, 4
r.srbv park, a church in perspective and
Everything which suggests dignity ana
80 and the Paris Of beautiful danes
and gallant cavaliers.
Not much OF the frivolous worKaoay
,,tv creeps round the Rue de Nlenhe,
Won know It's not far away. YOU ieei
a. irNpence. but just as Rodm the
,,,,or VAS managed TO shut himself OH
,ron, Il so this old French royalist hau
-. 20 see has achieved also certain
signiied isolation.
Well, as ] was saying, I'm so useu W
..o,-s nowadays that l Just BOUNDED ny
go like a young gazelle or s'een
little 'lapin." Anyhow l got 10 'lie 80.
ard did some deep breathing SO DIS nT
- sppear fustered by the ascent VIZ
w.s as long and steep as the risht toH A.
Tbsr pulled the bell rope VII" ''0
nne fat tasseI.
AN OLD WORLD FIGURE
large and massive peasant woman
on.ned the door, She wore the most
sno,,sss of aprons. and an equally spot
,sss close fitting cap encircled her r0uhu'
Kindly. weather beaten face.
sbe snoiled at me as l stood there, ana
,ror, her seemed to radiate waves Of the
GENTLE pleasant spirit of the france tha'
Is passing. -,
vas monsieur lie comte was chez lnl'
YES she was sure she would see madame
~ univ madame would have the INFINITE
Iindness TO be seated for one little mo-
ment.
So madame seated herself on low
chair in the small sitting room, which
was drawing room and den as we'll
Quite a wonderful room, really.
The walls were hung with japanese
mating. on which rested swords and
other weapons from divers countries.
There were photographs, oil paintings and
old prints from many places and Of many
people. and there were books In many
languages, for Count de Tinseau Is
scholar, a soldier. traveller, novelist
q poet and a scion of one of the Oldest
families in all France.
But first and foremost he is Partisan.
a Partisan Of the time when kings were
'on the throne.
The Paris Of to-day is something Of a
strange land TO him. He lives In II,
breathes II, loves 1t for what 1t was and
might be, and with few Of his kind, ne
Ireams Of its glorious past and tremoles
.Or it's future.
HIS BOW ENNoRLED HER.
While was still taking cursory stock
If this living room OF a real Partisan
Count de Tinseau entered and made me A
deep and ceremonious bow. the kind Of a
bow that exalted me instantly to the
rank Of a duchesse. 1 wanted TO rise and
bend my littleness TO the ground in a
sweeping courtesy.
remembered how we used TO do It at
dancing school
One, the leg back; two, bend three, I'm
cline the body; four, sit on your foot, as
kaap Vour noise
didn't attempt It, though. / felt too