Mountain advocate., 1914-11-06
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pOOfI AH.LA-LA-lA
BY MARIE ssAUmARscHeFF.



Madame had locked her son In q
room. Such q soni Such q motheri
Emil Jean Marie Lefebre wept and
was chastised at the age Of twenty
one. Madame la mere-buxom, irate,
huge-was competent to manage any
/ one--even a gendarme II need be-
The cause? A miserable-poufl-
the scum of milliner's daughter
down the street. she OF the hair re-
sembling carrots. and the atrooious
freckles Mon dieul and 1t would seem
the more freckles, the more love.
Bienl Madame would attend to all
first to Emil Jean Marie; afterward
to the bold mink; all-all In good time.
Parbleu! What would your To
have a girl come to the house every
week-every week, attend youl---to
collect a bill for a bonnet not yet
worn, True, madame had possessed
| 1t year; but what then? What with
It's hues- yellow and pale pink-it was
not possible to wear 1t so soon after
the death OF monsieur For madame's
husband had died during the year. and
so she had continued wearing her old
black hat.
Who would expect anything differ
ent2 A beloved husband IN his coffin.
the very thought Of yellow and pale
pink was odlous-odlous for many
days to come. Meanwhile madame had
been constantly reminded Of the price
Of her unworn bonnet.
Can one never trust the ungrateful
children? IA the tortures OF mother
heed! First the agony of the birth;
tncu tn, rearing OF the infant. the fear
that It will not live, the continued and
eternal vigilance-for what? To have
an migrate OF con answer a summons
to the front door every week, like a
rabbit run out of its burroW, and fall
in love with the daughter of an ex-
orbitant milliner-a daughter present
ing a bill--us IL she were wound up
regular to appear once a week like a
mechanical toy!
To think that he should be 30 un-
like his brother Paul Baptiste-Paul
Baptiste, who knew not one woman
from another except when served by
one at his dinner! A fine son: SO 81
lent-so honest--so dutiful. who had
eclipsed all by wedding one OF the
soeurs Felice The eldest one II was,
Antoinette-she who had always had
epileptic f1ts-so sad!-and only four
teeth-but a portion OF five hundred
francs. All, bon dieu! there was tlial
do Of Ion FNV. MI fnE nj
mothers to admire!
And Emil Jean Marie! Have you
not heard. then? He is no longer a
son, but an migrate, an outcast, pa
riah! His mothers heart 1t is broken
as well; even the thought of Paul Bap-
tiste and his wife will not console.
1t is like this: Madame locks Emil
Jean Marie in her room. Never" de-
clares she. shall you come out until
you promise TO forget this pauper of
milliner girl who has not a sou to
her name. Ver-never-never!"
IF all were like you In making pay
ment for what they purchase, 1t IL
small wonder that she is a pauper."
This atrocity from ones own soni
Then all ls quiet
Presently madame goes downstairs. |
She strolls IN the garden al the side
OF the house; che becomes calm-thsn
pensive. She plucks flowers and !
shifts In deep breaths Of sunshine and I
air. She reflects that it. Is as we'll .
to punish sons once in a while, az |
le bon dieu knows how men are all |
born to be lords, and forever order !
ing women about as soon as they are |
married +
1T is only during their youth that
they are submissive. Men are like
kings OF beasts" soliloquized madame,
reviewing her life with
the departed monsieur All! he was
like unto a noble lion when roaring
his desires: Blanche, fetch my shoes
Blanche, carry the hamper" Mad
ame wept.
A footstep sounded. 1t stopped in
front OF the house. Doubtless some
stupid OK of huckster. Madame paid
no heed; she continued her gentle rev.
cries. II was a romantic moment, full
VI HchlALiSAt2 pl INC past TISScutlyg :
however. NADINE bethought her of
her uncooked dinner. and shs saun-
Tered around toward the front. Some
0ne was passing by-some one-msd.
lme screamed.
II was the milllner's daughter-on
her head the yellow and pale pink
bonnetl Madame grasped the stone
post for support. The girl bowed
Behold me. madame. wear the
nat. II is true. | am here, but return
his time with Il on my head. and you
nay also reaasure yourself ON one
POINT: your SON Ich balloon! Do
'ou think l would look at himG
ala Ia ! would as soon wed a blue
nandrll. To him have made all the
only TO endeavor to Sc
,ure the mouey owed, To him prom
SO all my soul. II he viii but throw
ne down the hat from madRme's