Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-06-29

an Attractive Native Of Bastia During His
Corsica and Tunisia, When France
IA War Power to BE ReckOned With.
So said the old wives, while luxurious courte-
MS and restless disconnected women in high
Scety, and gorgeous, plantive actresses and great
hgers and glorious danes du monde all baited
cir traps and worked their wiles and schemed to
terest Edouard Daladier, rising statesman Of
rance
But it did not seem to be written in the fates,
a ny woman ever should take the place of the
lie young girl, with the soft hair who had won
at place for herself years ago
So it seemed. for a long time. Stern young
mister Daladier worked long hours, then rode his
cycle home to his modest fOur-room apartment
the Rue Anatole de la Forge
He buttons his collar close" We said. in our
ench phrase,
Know, having told all this about one of the main
characters of my story, turn from Edouard
aladier TO another pass on to a luxurious Paris
ansion at 81 Avenue Henri Martin where lovely
dy pale and golden as the Madeline Laffont Of
ears ago, Weakened in her gorgeous bed of gold
nd lace and satin to stretch her arms in restless
ess and hopelessness and boredom, to cry aloud
pr tedum and her rebellion.
Why had her life come to this utter Illustration,
lie who was heiress TO great wealth? She whose
isband was heir to one Of the nobest families of
rance? She who felt young energies and ambi-
bns racing through her vital brain and body? She
no each morning saw the dawn break to bring
pr only hours more of utter WEAKNESS? Days
Itheut meaning. Nights of emptiness and regret.
h. why, had her life come to this?
! This lovely lady was Jeanne Marquise de Crus-
b. the bourgeois born enormously rich and un-
apply married wife of the handsome young Mar
lis de Crussol, heir TO the Due dues, one of the
rst six dukedoms of France.
Neither that young wife. in her mansion, nor
tat ascetic minister. before his faCtuaf desk rea-
,ed that another was near who, one day. would
I'd all life for both of them. Open the heart,
II T2nds were joined and sympathies mingled
e rejected young wife and the mourning husband
und the miracle of love again.
A new compelling magic love- But love
4 lhalowed for all that
Nor then did they foresee, those two, how that
We which soon would possess them. would one
ny sweep them on to the ruin of France and them
Ives. But | am getting ahead of my story.
And so, now, l should tell you little more
| )out this Jeanne de Crusso the daughter-in-law
| my friend, the Duchesse Dues. First I would
re to show her to you, as a golden-haired and
| nelly young girl, growing up in small town by
e sea in Brittany.
This is in our France the province of stout fish
men and their sturdy wives. The men of Brit
ny put to sea in their staunch boats, and with
cir tough muscled arms and horny hands and
uff brusque courage wrest from the sea a sub
antial living where men Of a softer breed would
IRISH of hardship and privation
And so, in Brittany, the love Of the husband for
s good wife, and the ambition of the parents for
cir children is stronger a little perhaps, than
lywhere else in fair France. Thus it happened
at in seacoast town in Brittany one Jean
,ziers, prosperous bourgeois. the son and grand
n and great grandson of Breton fishermen, waxed
osperous from his spoils of the sea, saved money,
ade himself fine and flourishing business till,
ortly after the late World War; he had become
e Fisher King of Brittany.
Knowing French housekeepers, filling up the
arket basket remembered to specify land don't
rget, some sardines Beziers!" For Jean Beziers
ut up the best sardines in France.
| 81 thriving on the sardine, he built his family
rtW IS and his family hopes. His little daughter,
anne, was coming on, long-legged, soft-eyed,
blden-hared girl who seemed to tnat proud father
birth the best that life could give her. The best
at a strong father could wrest from life and
ance for her And what was that? Pere Beziers
nsulted with his good wife, Marianne. She was
stouter more durable and determined version of
cir golden girl, their precious little daughter
Tell me, what for our girl, the little Jeanne?"