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grtry,
Sister.
Up many flights of crazy stairs,
IVliere oft one's head knocks unawares;
With a riekety;table, and without chairs,
And only a stool to I, nest to prayers,
Dwells my sister.
$1 50
EIM
There is no Carpet upon the floor ;
The wind wlosties ut through . the cracks of the door;
One might reckon her miseries by the score,
But who feels interest in one so poor?
Vet Cite is my sister.
She was blooming. and fresh. and young, and fair,
With bright blue eyes and auburn hair,
But the rose is eaten aid] canker care,
And her visage is marini with a grim despair,
Such is my sister.
When at early morning, to rest her head,
She throws herself Ott her weary bed,
Longing to sleep the sleep oldie dead,
Yet fearing, from all she has heard and read;
Pity my sinter.
But the tirig7t sun shines on her and on me,
And on mine nod hers, and on thine and thee,
tVhatever our lot in life may be,
Whether of high or low degree,
Still, she's our sister,
"Wool, for our sister,
Pray for our sister,
Succor our sister.
grltttion,s4
The Phantom Wife
Monsieur and Madame d'Allonnes had
been married just about three years. They
were 'Very happy. Esther d'Allonues loved
Henri, and trusted him implicitly; incapa
ble of the slightest deceit, she scorned to de
scend to suspicion. Henri indeed treated
her with the utmost tenderness, and had for
her the most profound admiration, which he
openly avowed. Ile had literally adored his
wife—for the first year—then he had allowed
himself to be adored by a little opera dancer,
who was ignorant, illiterate and bold, and
not half as pretty as his wife. At the end
of the second year M. d'Allonnes had taken
an interest in politics, and had gone habitual
ly to hisclub. Now, in the third year, he led
pretty much the life that he had done pre
vious to his marriage.
With all this, he loved Esther, and was
exceedingly jealous of her; to have known
that she thought of another would have al
most killed him, though he himself wasted
his love and squandered his youth upon wo
men he would not dared to have named in
her presence.
As for Esther, her deep and passion
ate nature had concentrated itself on her
husband. Neither her heart nor her imagi
nation had ever wandered from him. True,
her husband was often away from her, but
whenever he returned, he was as tender and
as passionate as ever, neither his manner
nor his language had changed, and sho be
lieved in his Jove.
One day M. d'Allonnes was out, Esther
was reading in her boudoir, when all at
once her attention was attracted by the gam
bols of a pet spaniel, who rushed from the
adjoining room (Henri's) with a crumpled
paper in his mouth. He brought it to Es
ther's feet; mechanically, to join in his
sports, she took it up, when suddenly her
eye caught her husband's name. Eagerly
she smoothed out the paper, and read its con
tents. It was signed Caroline, and Left no
doubt of the nature of tho relations between
Henri and the writer.
Esther remained as though she had been
turned into stone, with the letter in her hand.
At length she heard her husband's footstep;
she bounded towards him, and, without a
word, thrust the letter into his baud, and
crossing her arms, stood, with flashing eyes,
direct before him. In a. few minutes n bit
ter, scornful smile passed over Esther's fea
tures. 'lt is all true, then,' she said.
`Forgive me, Esther,' replied M. d'Al
lounes, 'forgive me.'
'lf I deceived you would you forgive me?'
'Never, for I love you.'
Esther, too, loved him, so she forgave him;
but she could not forget, and henceforth her
life was torture, for every word, every ac
tion of her husband, excited her suspicions.
These suspicions soon guided her to the
truth. This time she discovered that it was
a regular liaison in which her husband was
engaged with a woman of her own rank, and
one whose merits deserved that the man she
loved should be faithful and grateful. Es
ther, with the violence of her nature, which
allowed of no middle course, banished for
ever her love of Henri, and in its place a
deep and profound hate sprung up, with a
thirst for revenge.
Esther was a woman of extraordinary
beauty—not Parisian beauty, depending on
grace of manner and charm, but beautiful
as an antique statue. She had attracted I
much admiration. Now, as she wildly pon
dered over various means or vengeance, she
remembered that a young attache of one of
the embassies had, now fur some months,
professed a profound passion for her. She
remembered Henri's words when she had
asked him if he would forgive her infidelity,
and in an instant her plan was formed.—
Hastily enveloping herself in a shawl, and
putting on her bonnet, she got into a car.
riage and dove to the house of M. de T—,
the young attache. Ile was at home. She
was shown into his presence, and raising
her veil she revealed herself.
'Mme.
'Do you love me?' said Esther.
'Better than my life.'
'Then I am yours—l have left ray hus
band forever.'
At this declaration M. -de T.- drew
back. He intended to rise to the highest
honors in diplomacy; with such an open
breach of the proprities of life as a rupture
between M. and Mine. d'Allonnes he never
could become an ambassador. She loved
him too much, His vanity was exceedingly
fluttered. He drew up his cravat and passed
his hand through his perfumed hair, and
thought what a lady killer he was—but also
thought of his career in life.
'3ladaroc—Esther—it is a sacrifice I can
not accept—it is needless; you can love me
as much and not lose your position:
'You are afraid, then?' said Esther
'Yes, dearest; afraid for your sake—but I
love you. Stay, none need know you are
here. Each day w•e can meet thus. I love
you; I adore you.'
'But I do not love you; it was not love but
vengeance brought me here. Now I despise
you.'
With these words Esther turned and left
the house. Henri was at home when she
returned
'lVhcre have you been, Esther,' said he,
just at the dinner hour, almost dark, and
not in your own carriage?'
irlbuzehoid Wards
'I have been to M. de T—'s.'
'To young M. de T---'s! Why, wretch
ed woman, dare you avow it? You have
compromised my honor and dare avow it!'
'You have destroyed my happiness and
dare avow it. You love Mme. de Noirmont;
she is worthy of being loved. r desire ven
geance. Your honor is safe; M. de T-----
rejected me. But I shall and. some one
else, never fear.'
'Miserable woman!' exelaimedd'Allonnes,
grasping her arm violently.
'Don't touch me, said Esther gently, with
out betraying any suffering, though d'Al
lonnes left a dark blue mark on her arm;
'henceforth we live as strangers.'
From this hour 81. d'Allonnes never left
his wife; he dreaded the accomplishment of
her threats. She appeared scarcely sensi
ble of his presence, but pursued her amuse
ments and occupations as though she had
been alone. Before the world she was po
lite to her husband; when they were alone
they never spoke. Esther appeared to have
forgotten his existence. D'Allonnes, irri
tated, mortified, baffled, began to feel his
passion for Esther return, with all its
former violence. But she returned his ten
derness
with scorn, and a bitter derisive
EMI
At length M. d'Allonneq, more to bring
some change in his existence than from any
other motive, resolved on leaving Paris.
'Wc are going to Italy the day after to
morrow, Madame,' said he.
Esther bowed, and at the appointed time
was ready.
Silently, side by side, they journeyed on.
At length they reached the Jura. Here,
amidst the wild scenery, over its deep ra
vines, they lingered. One day at a steep
ascent they descended from the carriage and
walked silently side by side. Presently the
carriage was out of sight, they were alone
in this vast solitude. Nothing but the dis
tant rushing of the torrent in the deep, dark
ravine to break the utter silence, side by
side, close to each other, their steps moving
in unison, almost hearing the beating of
each other's hearts, they walked, estranged
and separated as though a world had divided
them.
'Esther,' exclaimed Henri, suddenly turn
ing towards her and putting his arm round
her, 'you must love me, you cannot have
forgotten our first passionate love.'
'I have forgotten nothing,' replied Esther;
'I have loved you deeply, passionntely,
trustingly, but that love has been destroyed,
you have worn it away, it can never live
again; take away your arm; I am young,
full of life; hope may dawn again. I be
lieve I shall love again, but it will not, can-
not ever be you.'
What reply was made to this, M. d'Allon
nes never revealed. At this instant the pos
tillions and Fen - ants who were awaiting on
the summit the arrival of their master, beard
a piercing shriek, and the spaniel, who never
left Esther, howling wildly. They rushed
down the road; M. d'Allonnes pale nod
trembling, his eyes distended, was alone.—
lie could not speak, but pointed to the ravine.
'Ropes,' exclaimed the postillion; 'she has
fallen here. Her foot must have slipped.—
It was but two days since that another lady
fell down this very place?'
Ropes was brought; assistance was found
from the various goatherds and chamois
hunters. M. d'Allonnes, now recovered
from the first shock, insisted upon being
himself let down with ropes to assist in the
search. It was not a long one; in a few
minutes one of the goatheards was drawn
up, bearing a mutilated corpse in his arms.
The lady's maid fainted and could not look
on it. It was shattered to pieces and was a.
mass of blood and clay. M. d'Allonnes was
down in the ravine, so it was thought better !
to envelope the poor remains in a cloak, and
so spare him the sight. lie raved when he
was drawn up, and heard she had been found,
he implored to see her, but his physical,
strength was exhausted, and whilst he lay I
in a state of lethargy, Esther was buried.
Now all that marks her passage through
this world is a stono bearing this inscription,
'Esther, Countess d'.4llonnes, aged twenty. 1
Four years after this catastrophe M. d'Al
lonnes was in Paris. He was, though bril
liant, gay and extravagant, somewhat al
tered, and Subject to violent changes in
temper and spirits. Sometimes without
any apparent motive, he would disap-
"NO ENTERTAINMENT IS SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING."
COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 28, 185
pear from society and shut himself up in his
hotel. His intimate friends said that at
such times he shut himself up in the rooms
which had belonged to his wife, and which,
by his desire, had been left exactly in the
state in which she used to keep them.—
After these sombre moments of despair
Ifenri d'Allonnes would return to the world
in the highest spirits, but he never referred
to his temporary absence, or stinted any
inquiries concerning it.
It was after one of these dark hours that
Henri, in the height of gayiety, entered the
opera house at half-past one in the morning,
on the night of the last masked ball.
A group of his friends wore gathered
round a domino, whose appearance was cer
tainly calculated to excite attention: She
was dressed in the usual domino of black
satin, but it was of the richest kind, and
mingled with the richest black lace, and
closed from the feet to the throat by large
diamond buttons. The hood was drawn
close, and the mask had a deep lace lappel,
so that it was impossible to catch even a
glimpse of the face concealed beneath.
Scarcely did d'Allonnes appear, before
one of his friends called to him to approach.
`Here is a domino that knows everything,
d'Allonnes; come and see if she knows any
thing about you.'
'Oh! oh! where do you come from that you
know so much?'
'From spirit-land.'
'What is your name, fair spirit?'
'I have Tame.'
'You have a young looking head. I think
you must be worth looking, at, though sor
ceresses are generally old.'
'I died young.'
'Died?'
'Teti; I have been dead four years.'
'Four years?'
'Dead and buried since the 17th of Octo
ber, 18532
D'Allonnes looked at the domino and
started; she slowly raised her mask for an
instant, and d'Allonnes, with a shriek of
horror, fell to the ground.
Some days after this d'Allonnes entered
the loge des lions, at the opera. lle was
still very pale, but appeared in high spirits.
'Who are you all looking at?' exclaimed
he, seeing all the opera glasses turned in the
same direction.
'At a person of extraordinary beauty, but
who bears an extraordinary resemblance to
another woman as beautiful as she is,' re
plied d'Allonnes' most intimate friend. 'Be
prepared, Henri, she is the image of your
wife.'
D'Allonnes looked; with what relief he
gazed at the object of general admiration.—
It was not then a spirit he had seen, but a
woman who, by some strange chance, bore
an extraordinary resemblance to his wife.
There was a gentleman with her, evident
ly her husband. D'Allonnes certain that be
had been the victim of his own fears, could
not, however, refrain from gazing at the
beautiful image of Esther, whom he had so
passionately loved. She was much paler
than Esther, and her hair was darker; there
was a pensive gentleness about her, too, that
Esther had never had. Henri was fasci
nated. At the end of the third net of Rob
ert, the lady rose. D'Allonnes dashed from
his box, and took up his station on the steps,
where he could see her pass. She came—
she stood for an instant by his side, unheed
ing him. D'Allonnes' heart beat violently.
Now the footman advanced.
'The carriage, Monsieur le Baron,' said
he, addre , sing the lady's husband. The
gentleman drew the lady's arm through his,
whilst with the other hand ho wrapped her
ermine cloak more closely round her.
'Take care, Esther,' said he, 'it is very
cold.'
`Esther,' murmured d'Allonnes, and his
doubts, his fears, again took possession of
LEI
From this moment d'Allonnes could not
banish this woman from his thoughts. He
found out v.-here she lived, he found out her
name. She was the wife of the Baron d'Eis
feldt, rich, and well known at the Austrian
embassy; it could not be Esther.
At length, at a ball at the embassy, he
resolved to speak to her. Asrhe was seek
ing the means of approaching her, a friend
of his accosted him.
I am come on an errand from a fair lady.
Mme. cl'Eisfeldt desires to be introduced to
you.'
`ll'illones stood before her, she spoke, it
was Esther's voice.
'Will you forgive me, M. d'Allonnes, for
the Mystification at the opera ball? I knew
of my strange resemblance to your lost wife,
r.nd could not resist the temptation of seeing
one who had loved my image so passionately.'
Mme. Eisfeldt blushed as she spoke; the
Count's heart beat. She loved him, or
might be made to love him. Now that he
knew her he paid his court assiduously; the
mysterious resemblance gave a terrible at
traction to this woman. Sometimes as he
wound his arms around her in the waltz, he
felt as though he was pressing Esther in his
arms; a strange confusion would overwhelm
'Oh! you should have been mine, for you
are her image; without you I cannot live!'
'Mercy, Henri,' murmured this second
Esther, leaning on him, and trembling in
his arms; 'mercy' I am another's.'
For months did this terrible pursuit oc
cupy d'Allonnes; he knew not whether
Esther loved him; sometimes she would be
cold and distant, sometimes yielding and
I tender, till irritated by the memories of the
past, and by the deep arts of this second
Esther, M. d'Allounes' passion rose almost
to madness
'011! Esther,' he said one day, `do not tor
ture me, If you love me tell me so.'
'You do not love me,' replied Esther; 'you
love the Esther you have lost; I only remind
you of her. What if I were but an evil
spirit that had assumed her form?'
`Do not torture me! You love me—tell
Inc so!'
'Not now, or here—to-morrow'
'W here?'
'You shall see me when and where you
least expect me.'
The next day the Count d'Allonnes waited
at home. No message came. At length,
towards nightfall, unable to bear it any
longer, he rushed from the hone to see if
he could anywhere catch a glimpse of Mme.
d'Eisfeldt. At length he returned.
•My lord,' said his valet, trembling, 'there
is a. spirit in the Countess' room.'
The Count, with an exclamation of delight,
rushed towards Esther's room. There, seat
ed in the place where the other Esther used
to be, was the Esther Ile now loved. She
was weeping.
'Do not weep, my life,' exclaimed d'Al
lonnes; since you are here, I can defy the
world; now, who shall dare to grieve you.'
'I weep to think that you never would
have loved me but fat my likeneness to the
image that is enshrined in your heart.'
'There is no image there but yours.'
'Will you leave all that recalls her image
for me; will you live for me alone; will you
brave my husband and the world?'
'Be mine, or I cannot live,' exclaimed the
Count. 'Spirit or woman, I will follow thee
to Heaven or hell. Esther—'
'Henri!' exclaimed Esther, replying to his
caresses.
`You are my Esther—you are my wife!'
exclaimed d'Allonnes, almost beside himself.
I am,' exclaimed Mine. d'Eisfeldt, start
ing from his arias and standing erect. 'I
am; but yours no longer. lam come from
the grave but to avenge myself. You love
• me—l leave you with an eternal regret,
besides an eternal remorse. Yours I will
never be again; you killed me, I lie buried
beneath the stone you placed over me.
I leave you to despair! I am another's!—
, Let me pass.'
'Mine!' exclaimed d'Allonnes, furiously,
'by law if not by love.'
'My body was found, my death registered;
it would be impossible to reinstate me in my
rights, even if I willed it; but I returned to
claim no right but that of vengeance. That
I have accomplished.'
'But how—are you an evil spirit?'
'Ni, alas! but a Nv ()man who has suffered,
who has been decei‘ed. Before we passed
on that road another woman had fallen
down that preeipiece; it was her body that
was found, her body that lies beneath the
stone that bears my name. Iler brother,
mourning, for her loss, came and found me.
dead to all appearances; but I returned to
life, and I am now here; bat I am Esther,
baroness d'Eisfeldt, now and forevermore.'
1 can prove you are my wife.'
4 ..1ud I can prove, count, that no accident
caused my death, but violence impelled me,
after a despairing strugcle, over the fatal
precipice. Remember that. Now, assassin,
let Inc pa.t.'
The Count uttered a shriek and bid his
face in his hands. Esther passed out of the
room. The old valet, who had sat watch
ing in his master's room, where be had fal
len asleep, was suddenly awakened by some
violent detonation.
Confused and half :male, he remembered
the visit of what he had called the spirit,
and hastened to the rooms of his dead mis
tress.
The spirit was gone, but the Count lay
dead, with a pistol by his side, at the foot
of Esther's bed.
Mme. d'Eisfeldt's cheek could not grow
paler; it was already too white, but her eyes
glistened with unusual lustre when she
heard of the suicide of the Count d'Alionnes.
Mane. d'Eisfeldt excites great admiration,
but the slightest testimony of love is receiv
by her with ineffable scorn. She adores Tier
husband, and is an example of conjugal
fidellity.
From the U. S. Democratic Review
The. Rose of Japan.
TRANSPLANTED BY 3IR. QrIGG
'Raoul, they want some ono to cut in at
the card table; are you in the humor for
risking the louis?'
'Not just now, my dear fellow.
minutes I shall be at your service.'
This oceured towards the close of last
summer, at Vile d'Avray, in one of those
brilliant residences, half chateau, half hotel,
so plenty in our day, in this neighborhood
of Paris. A sudden storm had re-united all
the guests in the saloon. The rain, which
fell at first in great warm drops on the fad
ing leaves of the plane trees, had stopped
little by little, but not ceased entirely. A
sky of pearly gray already framed the land
scape, but as the park was still too damp to
admit walking, some expedient had to be
hit on to kill time. No one being able to
find a better method than the one in vogue
in the city, a card party was improvised.
Of the twenty persons assembled some
therefore were eating ices, some busy at the
card table. Near one of the windows three'
young women conversed, pretending at the
same time to be very busy turning over the
leaves of the albums.
$1,50 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE; $2,00 IF NOT IN ADVANCE.
At a little distance from them, leaning
his arm negligently on the table, al Aqua',
still young, was dropping bits of sugar into
the mouth of a beautiful English greyhound.
We are pleased to say it at once—this ele
gant is one of the 'beauties' of the day, and
his name is Raoul Dutreillis. lie may be
seen daily on the asphalt of the boulevards
ir
reproachably'got up.' If We remember right
ly it was he who invented, about twelve
years ago, the fashion of being near sighted.
This consists in sarewiag over the left eye
a square of glass fastened to a silk string,
or black ribbon which is passed around the
neck. For the first three months one only
half sees with this, since it stopped up one
eye; the second quarter one makes very en
viable progress, and can stare at the whole t
world very agreeably. De'nt fancy that we ,
exaggerate. People say—'See, here is a 1
perfect near-sighted one. What an elegant
fellow lie is:' Raoul Putreillis, however,
did not confine himself to this as a specialty:
he smoked eternally, like a kitchen chim
ney. But what gave a certain relief to his
position wits that he had thirty thousand a
year, in the three per cents. A good figure,
thirty thousand a year, an eye-glass, a ci
gar, the impertinent slang of the day.—
With these how could Raoul be less irre-
sistible than a roue of the Regency.
In coming to spend an evening at Ville
d'Array with a broker, the eternal smoker
certainly had no other idea than that of try
ing to hill time. Around him, amongst
those collected at the little family party, all
was rich, but common. Each of the women
seemed to be pre occupied with n single
idea, that of showing by the symbolic lan
guage of her toilet, how much money
her husband had in his strong box. The
fact is Raoul Dutreillis was almost reduced
to regretting the monotonous circle of the
Boulevard De Gand.
`There at least,' he thought, 'one encoun-
ter every little while. the original fare of
of some pretty Bohemian of the theatre, or
at worst, the queer mug of a stranger—all
astonishment. But here lam literally kil
led with ennui. How healthy they all are!
What an obstinate good color they have!—
You could cut two of Milo's Venuses out of
the smallest of them. Besides, they are
fairly harnessed in gold and diamonds. So
much domestic happiness dazzles me, my
heart won't recover from it to-night.
Raoul deceived himself, like all those who
want wisdom to lie ready to be surprised
twenty times a day. What proved this, was
the persistence he displayed in dropping the
sugar into the hound's mouth even after
the dog was tired of it. For five minutes
past this exercise had only been a pretence.
In reality the elegant was occupied with the
three young women near him. All were
pretty, but one exceeded the rest as the ce
dar does the hyssop. Our handsome lazy
man had glanced at her: but his quality of I
'near-sighted,' this was followed by a stare
through his glass.
A single glance filled him with trouble.—
'A brunette with blue eyes,' he said to him
self: 'the very adorable phenomenon I have
been looking for these ten yearq.'
He set to work analysing her. A thou
sand indices accused her of an innate dis
tinction. No extravagant ,gewgaws; great
plainness of jewelry; not a ring upon her
finger's but a hand like Cleopatra's. Her
ear-rings two small diamonds of the first
water, which sparkled in the candle light
like the twin stars of the shepherd. Whilst
pretending to play with the dog, the dandy
listened to the group, who were chattering
like a flock of linnets in a hedge.
'What adorable music she has in her
voice,' said Raoul still talking to himself.—
'But so she should have. Such a prodigy
of beauty should be complete.'
The young woman opened, at this mo
ment, a delicate subject—the chapter of
preferences.
'As for mc,' said the brunelte with Line
eyes, 'what I should like above all things,
just now, would be the Tiger Rose, lately
brought from Japan. It has claws and is
endowed with power of creating love. But
unhappily, it is said to be almost impossible
to find one in Paris.'
'I oil and it,' thought Raoul.
At this moment the group of three broke
up to listen to someone who had commenced
to sing in the next room. Raoul saw the
adorable brunette indulge in a little 'aside'
with a small man in a Nrhite cravat and a
black coat with tails like a codfish.
`The very face fur a husband. I have
put my hand in the fire.'
He had divined rightly.
This man was no other than Master 'lia
ble, one of the warmest of ministerial offi
cers. A slight movement of the company
supervened and Raoul lost sight of the cou
ple; but the image of the brunette with blue
eyes was only the more deeply impressed
on his heart.
In ten
'I ma making myself ridiculous here,'
said the elegant. 'Falling in love with a
little chit of a "bourgeoise" whom I have
only seen for twenty minutes by accident.—
Come let U 9 make a diversion. Let us try
the card table.'
-- -
When accident steps in, it never does
things by half. When Raoul came to take
his place he found M. Rabic, his partner.
'How, sir, you play the ace?' said the lat
ter. 'What are you thinking of?'
This distraction cost Raoul twenty Louis.
bagatelle,' said the elegant. 'Ono
gives twice as much for a flower to give to
the woman he loves.'
`What generations of fools have Ive be-
[WHOLE NUMBER, 1,42 G.
hind us:' thought 91. Rabic. 'Eight hun
dred franca fur a flower: Han tho ago of
LoniS XV returned:'
' Neat morning, Raoul threw himself out
of bed full of a single idea—'To buy the
rose of Japan which has claws.'
Dressing himself hastily, but carefully
shm.ning, as usual, any solecism of costume,
the elegant set out in search of his chimera.
There are two or three florists' establish
ments on the boulevard. It is with them
the Lovelaces of the embassies supply them
; selves with the bouquets which they depos
ite on the consoles of danseuses; with them
one finds the Great Bear, a marvellous pink
brought from China by the reverend fathers
of the Jesuits; with them still, one may
discover the Brahma Grandiflora, a water
lily a foot high, which bears the image of
an elephant embroidered in its calyx.
`There is every reason to believe r shall
find the Tiger Rose of Japan there,' thought
the cigar smoker,
He was a little too fast. This proud Par
is at bottom nothing but a tortoise; it walks
only with short steps.
Where find the extravagant flower?—
Raoul had himself set down at the Palais
Royal by a hack cabriolet.
It would be superfluous to say he stopped
before the old shop of Madame Prevost, il
lustrated by all the modern romances, a
shop where spring had flourished every year
since 1772. We will not say that his errand
was divined. People do not usually seek
florists' shops so early in the morning. The
lion saw only two persons, the mistress and
the shot-wonym.
'Have you a Japanese Tiger Rose?' he
asked in a tone sufficiently arrogant to show
that he was a man of the world.
'We have but one left, sir. There it is in
the corner, in that little pot of blue porce
lain.'
It was a marvel, a flower-poem
'What is the price, Madame?'
'Three hundred francs.'
She had scarcely finished, when Raoul
drew fifteen lonia from his porte monnaie.
'A thousand pardons, Monsieur; it is sold
to the Baron Max de Loweffel. lie has
bought every one that arrived during the
last fifteen days.'
From the joy ho had at first experienced
the young man passed to the most lively
state of N exatlim. He soon, however, recov
ered his hardihood.
'Madame,' said be, 'Danes are not Turks.
I need the Tiger Rose of Japan for an af
fair• of importance. Why should the Baron
de Loweffel have this one. He is -sure to
have the one which will, come to-morrow,
and those which follow.'
I am in despair, Monsieur, but I cannot
sell you this flower any more than I could
sell one of the towers of Notre Dame. It
belongs to the Baron. But, hold; here is
his groom.'
Raoul had an idea.
The groom entered just as Raoul was
showing the following, note to the flower
mei clian t
'M. le 'Baron:—
'I hare not the honor of knowing you,
nor the adcantage of being known by you,
but everything, leads me to suppose thntyou
are a gallant man: An imperious necessity
compels me to obtain a Japanese Tiger
Rose. Thus I take the only one in Paris at
this moment, and which belongs to yoa.—
Without having consulted you, 1 act as if I
had the happiness of being one of your
friends, no.l lay my hand, upon the marvel.
It is useless to say that I held myself at
your disposal fur any reparOun or revenge
you may please to exact.
'Excuse, :Mousier le Baron, the liberty of
a man who asks only to be considered your
humble servant.
P.A0171, Prrttr.it.Lic,
1S Ihnover st'
'Since that is the case,' said the florist,
after having read the note, you can give this
to the groom, and take the flower. That
will arrange the matter according to your
wish.'
Rama, after paying for the oriental rose,
slipped live louis into the groom's hand, and
entered his carriage radiant with hope.
When he reached his lodginge in Hanover
street, he found a neat little letter on the
seal of which appeared a Count's coronet.—
On opening it he read these lines:
'M. de Baron Lowefrel be very happy
to see M. Raoul Dutreillis."
The 13aron's addre.s was appended.—
Raoul, who did not fancy suspense, said to
hitnself—q will call on the Baron as soon
as I have dispatched the rese to its destina
tion.'
A little after, in Helder street, M. liable,
being at leisure, sat in Lis cabinet adjuining
his wife's chamber.
As he was one of the men whnm nothing
escapes, lie happened to be thinking of the
strange attitude of Raoul Dutreillie, the
evening before.
aw that elegant admiring my wife
hugely,' said he. 'l'll wager he attempts
some
Just then some one knocked at his
door. Like a vigilant sentinel, he hasten
ed to open it in person. A commission
aire handed him an elegantly done up
parcel addressed to Madame Rebel. Mon
sieur Rebel took the liberty of opening it,
and found inclosed a pretty little flower
pot, and in it the Tiger Rose of Japan.
'A flower!' said M. Rebel. My instincts
did not deceive. "Tis the Tiger Rose, the
flower par excellence, the flower which, ac
cording to my wife, creates love. flew
lucky 1. happened to be on the spot.'
A closer examination showed him a note
attached W it. The note contained the