"NT THE COUREUR-DE-BOIS. In the glimmering light of the Old Regime A figure appears like the (lushing gleam Of sunlight reflected from spudding stream Or jewel without a flaw. Flashing and fading, but leavinjt a trace In story and song of a hardy race, Finely fashioned in form and fucu The Old Coureur-de Hois. JJo loiterer lie 'nenth the sheltering Of ladies' bowers where pallants 9mg. Thro' his woodland realm he roved a king! His untamed will his law. From the -vily savage he learned his trade Of hunting and woodcruft; of nothing afraid: Bravely battling, bearing his blade Ai a free Coureur-de-Uois. A brush with the foe, a carouse with a friend. Mi A man ni...es to pleas.?' himself and not his maiden aunts, ind If Aunt Marjoiie and Aunt Lettlr can not reconcile themselves tc mv wife the loss will certulnly be theirs. Fancy not being able to reconcile yourself to Marie! The v.ry Idea Is preposterous. Aunt lef.te says that for an artist to many his model Is the worst of bad tdste. That, of course, depends a good deal upon the model, and Marie is well, Marie. After winning the statuary prize at the Ecole des Arts, I suppose I may fairly call myself an artist, but I'm not at all obliged to work for money, and If I choose I can spend the re mainder of my life in making statu ettes of Marie and filling every room In the house with thetu, and not at all a bad Idea. What a wonderful difference a woman does make to a room. I mean, of course, Marie. I always thought my atelier In the Latin Quar ter at Paris was the dreariest, din giest den under heaven, until Marie came. I noticed a difference in the place before she had been sitting for her first hour, and after she had gone everything got a bit gray, and dingy again, and then I knew what It was. The skull which I had bought for anatomical- purposes was more Irri tating In Its manner than I had ever known it before, and as for the suit of Crusader chain armor, which I bad purchased because it was of no earthly use to me, I simply lost pa tience with it altogether and kicked It into a corner of the room. I could not be really friendly with either of them any more. I wag doing a head of Athene, and the moment I saw Marie I knew I had found what I wanted. I didn't come cross her in the ordinary way. I mean she didn't come to my studio asking for work. She- didn't pose very often, and then only to the best men. She happened to bring up a letter from tho concierge, and when She saw my Athene through the half open door she came right In to look at it. She was alwaj-s like that, just as frank and comradely ns possible, and with a wonderful little wise way about her. I tell you there wasn't a jstudent in the neighborhood who would have dared to deny her the respect due to his own sister. It never seemed to occur to her that she was as beautiful ns the sunrise, and that art students have a way of their own in such matters. She stood up on her own level, and it just never entered into her head that others might not stand quite so high. Any way, they had to. pull up to it when Bhe was around. And so she came right into my room and put her head npon one side and her hands behind her, with her little white arms bare to the elbow, and looked at my . Athene. Then she gave a little ec static jump, and made the most de licious tiny moue you can imagine. "Ah, Monsieur Marvin," she said, ."but that will be charming. Tell me, monsieur, is It not wonderful to think that in the so rough clay one can hide away one's own beautiful fancy and then work and work until it comes to the surface? It Is to cre ate with Just one thought. Is it not, monsieur?" Now this was more than I de served, because I had only done the first rough modeling, but I veritably believe the little witch could see an artist's ideal behind the faulty ex pression. I know she put new heart Into young Roland upstairs, whose conceptions were sublime,., and that was all there was to it until she made him believe In himself. She was standing right in front of me when she made this pretty little speech, and there was something in the turn of her head that showed me Just like an inspiration what Athene ought to look like, although, of course, in reality Athene wasn't half o beautiful couldn't possibly have been. 'Mademoiselle," I said, "if you would sit for me we would have an Athene hors de ' concurrence. Othewise I fear the ideal will remain bidden away In the clay like a dia mond in the mine, and it will never see the light at all." She looked at me a little doubtful ly, gave me a most bewitching little courtesy, shook her black hair back from her forehead, where it had a habit of falling in the most adorable confusion, and jumped like a bird on to the stool. "Monsieur does mo too much honor," she eaid. And that Is how Marie came to sit for me. How she did brighten up the old studio, to be sure. Even when he was not there I could remember that she had been there, and I could count the hours until she would come ' again. Only to fancy that she was sitting there filled the room with a radiance, and I even took pity on the poor old skull and restored him to Ikk thlf, so that b night partici Were equally welcome, and made some amend For the gloom and silence and banhips thnt tend "To shorten one's life, ma foil" A wife in the hamlet, another he'd take Some dusky maid to bis cump by the lake; A rattling, roving, rollicking rake. This guy Coureur-de-llois. Then peace to his nslm! Tie bore his part For Ins country's weal with a brave, stout henrt. A child of nature, untutored in art, In his narrow world he saw But the dawning liuht of the rising sun O'er an empire vast his toil had won. For doughty deeds and duty done, Salut! Coureui"del3ois. Toronto Globe. Monsieur -et Madame. By SIDNEY G. P. CORYN. pate in the sunshine and amend his ways. As for Athene, It was.. well nigh Impossible to impress that lady's martial features upon clay with Ma rie's dimpling face before me. and I would tell her so, and then the tittle woman would be very stern, threaten ing to discontinue the sittings un less I would pny exclusive attention to the shape and poise of her head and forget everything else. Of course, that was absurdly impossible. Now and then she would come early and put the studio to rights, and some times she would stay after the sit ting was over nnd we would have tea ns it should be made, and scolded her for her obstinate refusal to wait until the water was boiling. Then she would pout and sulk so entranc Ingly that I would have given my fortune to be allowed to drive awiy the frowns la the only legitimate way, but I should indeed have been bold to attempt that with Marie. All the same, I believed she liked to be scolded. It was very much like making love, wasn't it? Well, it was making love upon my part, although for a long time it was only an excess of camaraderie upon hers. Her pres ence had become a perfect intoxica tion to me, and even when I was working alone a thought of her would act like an inspiration down to my very finger tips. But I never dared to tell her so, never dared to hint at what she was to me, never ven tured to overstep the line which her goodness and defenselessness had drawn around her. Once I asked her to accompany me on a half-holiday trip to St. Cloud. It may me that something in my manner was more ardent than my words, for she hesi tated and flushed under my gaze, and then she said, "But I have not the time, monsieur, and to take walks Is not to work." "But, mademoiselle, one half day only, and the Athene is nearly fin ished." She suddenly turned from mo as though hair-petulantly, and then In a moment I saw thnt she was crying. What had I done and how bad I hurt her? Apologies for every conceiv able offense rushed to my Hps, but she interrupted-- "Ah, monsieur, it is not that, i Never has your heart been more kind than now, but when the Athene is finished, then I, too " and she covered her face with her hands and ran from the studio. I did not see her again for two days, and then Bhe came back just ns though nothing had happened, apparently as care free as a sunbeam, except once, when she interpreted the meaning and tho mes sage of a glance, and raised a warn ing finger with a "Not one word, monsieur, not one word," and the halt sad laughter on her face was like a ripple on a lake. Then I knew. Truly the Athene was nearly fin ished, and it would be none too soon for the exhibition. Marie's interest in the work was boundless, her ad miration and praise unstinted. But I myself was far from satisfied. Work as I would, the expression which I longed to stamp upon the clay eluded me. I knew that just the pressure of a finger tip, rightly done, would give me the picture that was in my mind, but try as I would, It evaded me. Marie was all concern, all sym pathy. To her eyes tho work was already perfect and she would stand before it, with her head bent, first to one side and then to the other, smil ing deliciously into the Impassive and ungrateful face of tho goddess, until I wondered how even moist clay could be so Irresponsive. I tried to eiplain to her the imperfection which baf fled me, but it was of no avail, and she resented my criticism as though she herself had baen the artist. And so there wore many little quarrels, and when I was more insistent than usual Marie would pout and relapse Into silence, or elsi she would Inter rupt the expression of my gravest opinions by breaking out Into some entirely frivolous and irrelevant lit tle song, with "au clalr de la lune" as a refrain at the end of every sec ond line. And then, in the secret place of my heart, I knelt and wor shiped her, or took ber in my arms and kissed ber into silence, but only in imagination, and that seemed fiat, stale, and unprofitable until I told myself that it was prophetic. But one day, after the usual quar rel, Marie stamped her Httlo foot In a manner altogether terrifying, and, with a droop of her eyelids which was intended to be dignified, but which was only entrancing, she said: "I wilt say no more, monsieur. Your Athene is perfect, absolutely and en tirely. Tour disputations prove to me that you are wrong." And, with that display of feminine logic, she suddenly held her little handkerchief la (root of the Athene and kimd it full on the mouth through the dainty cambrla. Fancy such a wanton waste on a clay model! It was not only a sin ful extravagance, but it was an im prudence, because the clay was moist. After completing this prodigality she stepped back and stamped her foot again with an added defiance, and, in my adoration of her wilful beauty, I looked at her for long seconds be fore glancing at the Athene which had been thus sanctified. When 1 did look a sudden bewilderment seized me, and I pirouetted wildly in front of it, shouting, "Eureka, Eu reka, found at last!" And found it certainly was. It could have been nothing else but the light Imprint of those delicious liv ing Hps upon the dead clay which had given the one touch needed, the touch for which I had searched and longed. After all, it was not sur prising. She could have kissed a smile into the face of a stone tiger. Of course, I could not ninlto her see for herself the miracle that she had wrought. That would have been to admit defeat, and she has told me since that she never under any cir cumstances allows herself to be con tradicted. Indeed, she avows that she only kissed the handkerchief, and ti not touch tho model at all. Even then the wastfulness would be the same, but this for the moment I forgave in view of future amends. Now, the next quarrel was the very Inst one up to date. The Athene had been triumphantly finished and sent to the exhibition-room. Marie and I celebrated Its departure with a feast in the studio. We had tea, and, of course, as I was not watching her at the moment, Bhe poured on the wa ter before It was boiling, and when I remonstrated she raised her eye brows petulantly and said something about "such trivialities," and also that the water certainly was boiling because it had been on the Btove "ever so long." In addition to the tea we had cakes and pain d'epices and those long chocolates rolls with the mysterious white paste inside. But, in spite of all these external marks of festivity, there was unques tionably a gloom over the studio, and the vacant place on the work table where the Athene had stood looked at us reproachfully, while the skull distinctly sneered in the moEt unpleasant possible manner. I be?an to talk vivaciously about the next piece of work I should un dertake, and Marie suggested a head of Hercules, with an almost imper ceptible toss of her own little head. but I knew that there were tears in her voice, nlthough she says now that It was only my conceit that made me think so. And then the concierge came to the door with a letter upon which there was ten' centimes to pay. Because I had no change, Marie paid it for me, and I said that I would re pay her at once, but all the same I vowed to myself that I never would. The sight of tho contents of the envelope reminded me of a delicious little pleasantry which 1 had devised, and which yet was no more than jus tice. It was a printer's proof of tho official catalogue of the Ecole ex hibits, and I tossed it across to Ma rie, and then watched delightedly while she was finding the entry of the Athene. She looked at it blankly, and then, with her round eyes open to the fullest extent, she said, "But what does it mean, monsieur? Who has made an error so stupid?" I took tho paper from her and read what I expected to read, having my self supplied the words: "No. 2. Tete d'Athene, par Charles Marvin et Marie Cabot." She stood up, and for the first time I' Baw her really angry. "But, mon sieur," she said, "it is cruel. This I have not deserved, to bo thus ridi culed." "But, Mademoiselle Marie," I pleaded, "believe me, I meant no je3t. On my honor, the work was your as much as mine, and without such ac knowledgment I could not eihlbit." But she was not to be comforted. She covered her face with her hands, and I saw the tears trickling through, and then, as I ineffectually strove to make amends, she sobbed, "It is so absurd, so ridiculous. Everybody will know and everybody will laugh, and wherever I go I shall be ashamed. Two different namo3 to one little model. It is a betise, a betise." "But, Marie," I expostulated, "it Is but a proof, and by a stroke of the pen I will change it. See, I will do it even now" taking up a pencil and trying to dra'w her fingers from her face. "Look, dear child, I will put it right, and whoever laughs shall not laugh a second time. See, now" and I made her look, but tho little tear-stained face was almost more than I could bear. . None the less, I took my fate in both hands, and as she watched me I carefully erased both names and in serted above them tho words, "par Monsieur et Madame Charles Mar vin." j Marie gave a little hurt cry, but, knowing that it was a case of now or never, I caught her in my arms and would not let her say a word un til I knew that I had won her. What I myself said I do not know, and Ma rie says that she does not know cither and if I bad not stopped her she would have eaid that neither did she care. But the amended proof was sent back, and before the judges as sembled the catalogue was justified. The Argonaut. Father (impressively) "Consider our numerous captains of industry and keep in mind that nearly all were the architects of their own fortunes." Sod "Sure! But you don't see any of them exhibiting blue-prints of tht i details of tjnatrctiqn." Fuck. New York City. The dreamus sacque that serves its first purpose while yet It Is sufficiently becoming and attractive to be worn to the fam ily breakfast Is doubly useful and makes an exceedingly valuable addi tion to the wardrobe, fhis one ful- fills the requirements and is pretty and becoming at the same time that it Is simple in tho extreme. In the illustration It is mado with a cape collar and this foaturo is an attrac tive one, but it is not obligatory and the neck can be finished with a sim ple straight standing collar it liked, and, again, there Is a choice of long or elbow sleeves. As Illustrated ring dotted batiste is trimmed with em broidered banding, but all the pretty cambrics and dimities of the summer are charming so made, while ateo light weight flannel cashmere and flannelette would he equally appro priate Tho dressing saequo ts made with the fronts and back. The back la plain but the fronts are tucked at the shoulders and are finished with hems. Tho capo collar is arntnged over tho sacque oad can be finished as Illustrated or with the standing collar; also if better I'.ked the stand ing collar can be used alcne. Tho sleeves aro the simple ono3 gathered at the upper and lower edges and finished with band cuffs. A elt or ribbon confines the fulness at tho waist lino. . Tho quantity of material required for tho nisdiuin site is four and one fourth yards twenty-ssren, throa and five-eight yards thirty-f.vo or two and ono-olshth yards forty-four inches wide. White Shantting Rivals Sorgp. Whits Shantung silk ts certain to be a formidable rival to serge. Colored lint With White. - Tho hat of color ts considered suite proper to wear with tho all-white frock or sown, and Is often thai one note of relief to a costume that would not otherwise be becoming. Designs in ltraid. It hi a tad of the moment to nse a One braid, in graceful designs, la toad of embroidery, on cults, coV laia, tads ot stoles, belts ao4 packet Taggy Veils Cupar do tialrte. Old dresses and boots may be par doned; taggy veils, never. Misses' Fancy Moose. Such a fancy blouse as this one has almost Innumerable uses. It Is em inently girlish and youthful In effect. It can be utilized either with skirt to mate a or as a separate waist, and again the garniture can be made to match the skirt or of lace or of the trimming material, the blouse be neath being of lace or in lingerie style. As Bhown, however, the over blouse or garniture is made of imi tation Irish crochet and Is edged with pale green velvet banding, while the blouse la of a pretty simple net that matches the skirt. The droop ing shoulders give the broad shoulder line which Is fashionable, and which Is always becoming to girlish .'gores, while tho sleeves of tho guimpe are charming under them. Almost num berless suggestions might be made as to material and combinations. At the present moment pretty simple silks, veiling and the like ar much In demand, and any one of these can be made with skirt and garniture to match while the guimpe 13 of muslin or of lace and a little later such a garniture as this cut from heavy linen and finished with a scalloped edge would bo exceedingly chic and aqart over a lingerie guimpe, as well as eminently youthful In effect. The waist ts made with the under blouse and garniture. The blouse consists of the front and backs with the full sleeves over which the trills are arranged and which are gathered into straight bonds. The garniture Is quite separate and can be either joined to the waist beneath the belt or left entirely detached as preferred. The quantity of material required for the sixteen-year size is one and one-eighth yards eighteen or twenty one, or one yard forty-four Inches wide for over portion; two and three quarter yards eighteen, two and one quarter yards twenty-one or one and five-eighth yards tblrty-eix Inches) wide with three yards of Uca eight inehea vide for the blouse. Ideal FOserce Stiver. Silver filagree work ts prorlas it self to be tne tdsJ Jewttrj. . WUb the Funny 11113 Wonderful! I wonder why, when in a car i The vnciuit seat by me Is just the one the pretty girt Should always fail to nee; And why, if it's a frowsled girl,. J With wad of gum'nnd squint, 1 She starts to reach that very scat i As fast as she can nirint. Philadelphia Ledger. Disappointing. "You say that the third son did not turn out so well. What did he be come?" "A magazine poet." Cleveland1 Plain Dealer. A Stylist. Uncle "Here, my boy, are a cou ple of chocolate cigars. But where are you going with them?" Little Johnny "Why, I am going to eat them In the smoking room." Meggendorfer Blaetter. Sinking an Effect. Professor "I suppose In your tra vels you were greatly interested la the grand old ruins In Europe?" Mise Richgirl "Yes, Indeed, I was; they had such funny peek-a-boo effects." Ealtimore American. Direct. "It's a wonder Mr. Aeronaut f3 so slout; he is a very active man, and an abstemious liver." "It's a case of heredity. "You knew his parents, then?" "Oh, no; but I knew he descended from a balloon." Ally Slopcr's Half Holiday. Awful Hardship. "It's easy to got a divorce fn ! South' Dakota, isn't it?" "I should say not." "Why, they only require a short residence." "Yes, but you have to stay in South Dakota meanwhile, don't you?"" Cleveland Leader. A Whole Party. Guest "I won't pay this bill it is outrageous! Do yoj know who I an sir?" Hotel Clark "Oh, you're not so many." Guest "Then why do you charge for at least six?" Cleveland Leader. No Curiosity. "Have you seen Bunker Hill yet?" they asked him. "No," said the visiting Englishman, "and I haven't a great deal of curi osity to see it. I am informed that it isn't much of a hill it's what yoi call In your aw vocabulary merely a bluff, -I believe." Chicago Tribune. Extensive Traveler. An American tourist on the sum mit of Vesuvius was appalled at tha grandeur of the sight. "Great snakes!" he exclaimed; "it reminds me of Hades." "Gad, how you Americans do tra vel!" replied bis English friend, who stood near by. Ladies' Horaa Jour- nal. Would Fit Them All. "A young man showed me an en gagement ring that he wa3 going to patent," Bald Thomas A. Edison. "But," said I, examining the very or dinary looking circlet, "what Is there patentable about this?" "It is adjustable, sir," said the young man proudly. Washington Star. The Tnrce of Fear. v . "Why does a fellow on a small sal ary, like Smallchlnk, dress so extrav "He's afraid people will think he is J 1'" ' "And why does old millionaire? Keggercoin dress so shabbily?" "He's afraid people will think he ia rich." Puck. A Clever Dog. "Yes; this dog of mine Is a clever brute, I tell you. Every evening ho goes to get me some sausage at the butcher's, and do you know what ho does so that some other dogsliouldn't take it from him?" B "No; what docs he do?" A 'He eats it himself." Frank fort Witzblatt. A Flausiblo Inference. "Miriam," said her mother, "have you ever given young Mr. Stapleford any reason to believe you cared for him enough to marry him?" "He seems to think so," answered: the daughter, "because I told him the other evening that he was sending; me too many costly flowers and ought to begin to save his money." Chi cago Tribune. Endurable. "You are sentenced to six mouths in jail," said the court. "But, Your Honor," protested th convicted trust gentleman, "who will attend to robbing the public during; that period?" "The novelty of not being robbed will so divert the public that any sense ot loss will not be acute," re-4 sponded the court Philadelphia Public Ledger. I
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