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=Ma a El cl e • is ii id If r- e. a- ;0 • • a- I. Jf CHAPTER IV CONTINUED. \It was almost lucky for bim to have founa me in his path. But he was so kind and good! Poor Julien! It seems as if I might love hine Perhaps I do Love him a little already.\ Julien came in just in time to beer this lust phrase. \I was certain of it,\ was his vain reflection, and, bending down to Rose, he closed her gossiping Ups with a long kiss. \You are happier than last night, are you not, little one?\ he said. \Oh yes, dear Julien!\ \Bravo!\ reflected he; \she is ex:w- ooled. The adventure moves rapidly; we will see how it will last.\ \Ah! there havebeen deft hands at work here,\ he said; \everything is in ite place.\ Ile looked at Rose, who was smiling, and he found her more beautiful every moment. \How happy I am to be safe to- night.\ she said; •'if you knew what joy I felt in caring for our home.\ :This word awoke an evil thought in him. \Hey? Yes; in fact, last evening . I did offer to divide all, Int really, my beauty. you were not too reluctant\ Rose was frightened. \You look angry! Have I done wrong? Tell me how I have displeased you? I should like to please you al- ways!\ \Always? We shall see.\ And Julien's black eyebrows came to- gether, giving to his usually cold face a 'ravage look. Rose said nothing. A tear roiled down her cheek. She could not con- ceal it. Julien saw it and had a mo- ment of pity. \Come here to your best friend, little one,\ he said. \come. I am free this evening. I have a substitute at the theater. I love thee better than yester- day, better every day, and I would not see thy fine eyes swimming in tears. Let us talk of the future. Rose was in the seventh heaven of de- light at those words. Now she under - &toed life, and no longer saw the possi- bility of regret. Weeks and months passed peacefully for Rose, who thought not of the future. As for Julien, he foresaw the indiffer- ence which is the forerunner of disgust when one day he perceived that their nest must soon shelter a new rig — lomething of which Julien hail not even dreamed. \how can 1 rid myself of the mother before the child is a burden for me?\ he missed. \She must go away.\ When he was alone this resolution was formed, but as soon as lie maw Re e his mind changed. Se- was so calm, so confleent beside him! hat would be- come of her and the•chfld. \Ah! little one.\ he said at last coldly, \do you export me to care for a nestfut? I have now le:yen you asylum for more than a year, and you must make other arrangements. I can keep house for myself in future.\ Rose looked at him, mute with fright \I suppose-thati you understood,\ he said. \I'm off. have an engagement.. Bon voyage.\ And he went out, leaving her stupe- lied. She turned round two or three times, and then fell down - in a dead faint. When she recovered conseimuiness it was almost dark. She remembered Julien's last uds and rising as hastily as possible she ;Tethered together her tiny wariltobe and wrapped it in a bundle; then cast ;rig a last look at the poor room where she had thought her - eel( so happy. and went firmly to the doer. But just as she was about to open it, Julien came in. \What! still here!\ he exclaimed. \I'm going,\ stammered Rose'. \I ane going. Adieu, and thanks. I should never be anything but a burden for you; thanks and adieu.\ The tons in which he said the last \adieu\ stirred Julien to his very mar- row. In a flash he saw Rose again in that barren street where lie haul found her -so abandoned, her gam. haggard like that of a lunatic- or criminal, lie seemed to still hear her repeating ten- derly: \Thanks you have saved me; without your help the Seine would at this moment have been flowing over my stiffened body.\ His blood sped from brain to heart. -- Be rushed forward; ROW was on the first steps of the staircase; she tottered as she tried to deacend. Ile called to her with a loud voice: \Rose! den't go. I entreat thee!. Come. come briar to me! It -.hall he forever this dine!\ In this ill -balanced being. all full of excesses. there MLR nothing wonderful such madden changes of sentiment,. He ran to her andeinteged her beck to the hearth from which he h'ad just driven her so cruelly. 'Where were you going. wretched eirl?\ \To the Seine.\ \But why? why this d spair?\ \Had you not cast me out?\ Then he tried to excuse his conduct. \No. no. poor child, you did not under' Si stand. I cannot believe that I was so eruct.\ \Yet you Were so.\ \Can you never forgive Ole, my little Rose?\ Al I he east himself at her feet Rose asked truly to yield, awl vanquished by emotion, she began te weep; but her tears were no lorwer tears of grief, for idle leaned her head on Julien's shoul- der, and Julien did not repulse her. V. Meantime the redoubtable moment drew nearer It was time to think of the cradle, and other preparaeons for the little one coming. l'hat winter was a hard one in every sense; the snow lay louger than usual in the Streets, and business was bad. The theaters suffered with thereat, and that in which Julien was secoed violin reformed its orchestra. Julien being one of the latest comers was one of the first sent away. From 4/ that time he hl but one thought, that of misery coming to strangle them. He foresaw the mo- ment when it would appear, terrible, aml if be dreaded it. it was very sin- cerely because of Rose. He concealed the truth from her as long as he could, but at last he reached the end of their little savings, and found nowhere a chence to earn a livelihood. From time to time he was taken on as supple- mentary violin at' some hall, but he earned little, and brought back from these balls u ferocious melancholy, in which he teemed to hate all human kind. Hie rebellious nature could not bend to what it considered an abdica- tion of it, dignity. Every day he cursed the fortunate of this world. For some time a singular idea had been in his mind. He sought a means of procuring money without appearing ea solicit it for himself. One day he said to Rose: \I am go- ing te write to a number of great ladies, as they are called, to propose to them shares ma journal to be founded. Of course, it will be a journal of the fashions--weenust find a way to inter- est the frivolous—and I have had quite enough of politics. I will do the musi- cal criticism and be manager at the same time. It seems to me that, patron- ized by five or six Countesses and peo- ple of that sort, my paper (to them I shall say their paper) most prosper. So you are saved again, little Rose! and we shall be in goort circumstances by the time that baby arrives.\ But he didn't Quite understand the \great ladies.\ He prepared a number of letters ex- ,plaining his design, and sent one to the Countess of lie waited some days in vain: no answer. A second letter was sent out to the Marquise de B----; no answer; a third to the Duchess de K--; no miss; er. While turning over the leaves of a list of titled people his eyes fell on the name of the Princess de Kermornas. \Why not?\ he mused \In the first place, she does not know of my exist- ence. Seems to me the Prince said that she was generous. We shall see. It Is worth trying.\ No sooner had he written her name on the envelope than he tore up the paper. The name of Kermornae hurt him, even to read it, for it recalled to him one of the most dolorous passages in his life. Ile reflected: \Does the Princess know the peril which I encountered in saving her husband? If she knows of it, why has she not tried to find me? She must know that I am not among the favorites of fortune. Why write to her if she does not know? Yet why not, making a slight allusion to eery -ices tendered? No, that is the thought of a coward. 1 never thought, in saving the Prince, that I should be tempted to speculate on the action in the future. I saved him because it seemed as if his life were better worth preserving than my own.\ One day he took courage, seized an envelope, wrote the address in feverish haste, penned a hasty letter, and mailed It stealthily. as if he were doing a bed action 'I he next day he re •eived the follow. ing I lee: •• insieurs A fashion journal etas Mr. intee 1st for Mt'. but I fancied that yu u might. perhaps. desire a swill advance of funds. Kindly inform me if I am not mistaken. Prineess de Kerrnernaa\ lie read the letter over end over, try- ing to figure Out the character, features and form of the writer. \Does she witch to humiliate or help me? I don't want charity! I sin not a beggar!\ he would say to himself. And he wrote the second letter al. ner t insolent in form: \Madame: You mistake. wheth.• re - ten; ionelly or not I cannot say. nit re- cent letter's meaning. I knoe cry we • hat you have no interest in ni Ind hoe little it matters to you what I 'nay Oi .nay not do. Brit I would not leive you think that! came to you for tem I offered you a means of diversion that wa- all. It would have cost you vet, for instance, than the seem lute ex- peditionssehich I am told you patren• Exentee me and believe me. yours to command. .lulien Masly.•• The Pewee's was surprised on reading this chef d'oeuvre of hue taste, whi, h ahe at once threw into her waste'stmt. But suddenly a half -effaced rem, m- brance drifted escrow her memory. Julien Mealy? Surely she had hearvl tee *lame before? Then it all cam* btu+ to her. This must be the unhappy wretch whom the Prince of Kermernas had saved fetal execution at e'enatillese Then erhy had Julien Neely not alluded to this:In hie letter? If it were indeed he who had sared her hesband during the siege. why did he say, nothing of it? And him %Vs , it that she had never hewn able find this Julien Neisly when she had sought for him? It must he simply me -oinei- denee in names. But the last letter, with its tone of deep and injured inno- cence influenced her to investigate the matter. If this were time Mealy of other des's, she would see him is. tit pleasure, despite the dreadful memory of the Commune called up by the name. She wrote him thus: \I never suppose unkind things, and so let not suppose that you meant to wound or offend me lint all that you assert in your letter is false. I shall be glad to be useful to you if 1 can; and I have no interest in aeronautics. I will send some 4)110 LO &DO you, and you may speak with freedom to that person. I cannot believe that your only aim in writing your first ietter was simply to make a useless proposition. \PRINCEMA DE Keemezeres.\ Two sentimeres divided Julieu's heart: a vague lioe and a sharp hatred! The rage that he felts when receiving this letter almost strangled him. Should he receive this visit? To his naiad. distorted by the • many troubles of hie life, it seemed to him as if a spy were coming into his house. No, he would' not receive the visit. But if he said no, the Princess would write no more. All would be at an end. He looked at Rose. \No no, never!\ he cried, and went out, leaving ROSC troubled and alarmed. VI. Five days later Rose and Julien were seated at their little hearth watching the expiring glow of the last coal they possessed. Rose pretended to be asleep that her lover might not break the silence by one of the indirect re- proaches of which he was so prodigal. Rose was hungry and hoping in sleep to forget her woe, when two or three faint knocks at the door startled her. \Come in,\ said Rose. \I thought you were asleep!\ growled Julien. A woman entered. She was simply dressed in black. The pallor of her face heightened the sparkle of her eyes of saphire blue. A light veil covered her face, and in the gathering dusk prevented a good view of her features. Pose went forward expecting to hear the visitor apologize for having mis- taken the room. \Does Monsieur Julien Masly live here?\ said the lady. \What do you want?\ said Julien, gazing boldly at her. \Did you not write to the Princess de Kermornas about a matter of business, \I have dismissed the whole agair,\ broke in Julien. \What!\ cried Rose. \You have been writing to a Princess without tell- ing me?\ \What does it matter to you?\ The visitor turned to Rose' and said, \Are you his wife?\ Rose lowered her eyes. She would have liked to say yes, but the word died away upon her trembling lips. \Did you come here to make an in- quiry into our private lives, madame?\ asked Juliea. \How can it interest you to know whether or not 1 have written ---to whoever I please? I sup - pee I am free\ -The Princess accuses you of noth- ing: on the contrary, she wishes to be of service to you, and she has sent me \To offer me succor, perhaps?\ sneered Julien. \Well my love,\ said Rose, \why con- ceal from this good lady our dreadful situation? Why not tell her—implore her- request a loan. We are sure to repay it. Will you not, madame, say to the Princess how happy we are that she has sent you, and how much we thank her?\ And Rose seized he lady's hand. The visitor. much moved, managed to hold the wasted fingers long enough to slip inte them a few gold pieces. Then, withdrawing her hand, she said to Ju- lien. \The Princess desires to se'e you; Will you go to visit her?\ yes!\ cried Rose; \he shall go, madame: rpromise it! What day shall it be?\ \Day after to -morrow at 2 o'clock.\ -He shall be there. May heaven Glees you for the good that you have done us!\ The visitor bowed and retired. Julien Kshed to the window, but he did not set which way shc went. VII. Julien did not return that night. Roes wept through the weary hours. \Pity me. 0, God!\ And ate she said this prayer she turned leestily, as if fearing to encounter Julien's usual sneering re- _ pre:4h when she used the sacred name. Julien came back, but said nothing to Rosie When the 'time came for the call on the Prinsese. he dreamed Nall care, an old pair if gloves out of s. r. took his cants and went off as ly as he had come' in • • • • • • little later Julien elimbed the lid stain•aee of the Kermernas on with tardy steps. He weuld mire th.• beautiful ornaments off either hand. Presiontle he was intro - (heed into t, parlor and he found him. self flaw to face with his visitor of the °thee evening. • Ale Prjpeess. pardon me!\ was all th it ti Iii lel say esa new and gave him her tieing. \pardon you for what?\ \For the rude manner in which I re- ceive , you. I could scarcely believe thee the how r Which yoa Wish to dome is real.\ \It was not really to do you honor but service, rather,\ said the Princess, smiling. \I hardly know how. madame' \Let us see. Have you thought, for Instance about the cradle?\ \Ah yes; the cradle. We will need that soon, and that I may accept Peincees, without being classed - ! eggar. But it is work I want. out of work now.\ And he recites - - ery of his misadventures. \I I had been alone—but I could not send away the poor girl; she awoke all my pity!\ \Who do you call 'poor girl'? 'Send away?' What do you mean? Was not the woman whom I saw the %thee day your wife?\ \The wife of my heart—yes, madame; but not before the law.\ And the Princess listened patiently to the long explanation which Julien offered. She did not deign to enter into a discussion. She simply said: I'Well—and this little babe so soon to come into thil world? Will you never love it?\ \I shall love it more than myself,\ said Julien. \And you are willing to place upon the poor child a stigeia?\ \As I shall love it, what more- „can it ask?\ \It will regret that it cannot hear its mother spoken of without feeling the flush of shame,\ softly said the Princess. \And the child will not lie able to say, when the father's name is mentioned. \That is my name.' Re- flect. Meantime, you shall have your cradle.\ The Princess ruse, as if to indicate that their interview must close; but he could not stir. Ile seemed nailed to the floor. The Princess, as if to guess his secret thoughts. fixed on him her great, frank eyes, with a smile so sweet. and mournful that he could not gaze= it. Yet it seemed to sink down into his soul! \Thanks Princess,\ he at last said, and found strength to depart, awkward and ill at ease. - \Why did I gOlthere? She does not know that 1 saved her husband! I will never see her more! Never'! And• a cradle—a cradle! Why did I write to her?\ • Thus he rambled on, butt- he was as- tonished that he could not tear from his' mind the vision of the Princess. \Has she bewitched me? I want to hate her. and cannot. I must find some pretsxt for making her angry with ine. And I will never tell her of the relations between her husband and myself. tier ingratitude would oppress me!\ The next day the Princess de Ker. morn Is bought the promised cradle, gave the address to which she wished it sent, placed her card kit, and contin- ued her drive., Julien perceived her, as he was wan- dering in the streets, an hour later, alighting at the corner of a humble street. She went into an old and ill - kept house. and he followed her w; h - out being seen. She entered a docein the first lending. It closed heavily ie- hind her. Julien approached and put his car to the keyhole. ht• Princess had gone there to be- stow charity on an infirm old a man. \ho! ho!\ said Julien, as he crept away clown the darkened stairs \She likes to hear herself called 'angel of pity.' and such names! Why does she not come oftener to see us? Because I am no courtier? Well. I situ!! never go down on my knees to any one!\ VIII. What a change in Julien! Tie is mar- ried, really married, and is trotting on his knees a lovely little girl. of whom Ruse is vastly proud. The Prin ess is the godneither, and Julien has consented to the baptism. lieui; e fa -gotten hitt insults to the piimis Prit l1 \t; s I..1 \ u i :racle has been viorke I in him? Ne matter; he feels less un- happy, and if from time to tine his morose character gets uppermost, his child brings him back to better thoughts. He calla her Zanette a tender diminutive of Suzanne. A good place Ina reepectabh heater was epen to him not long ago la' was aim , at forced to he contented when he took it: but he wam so in appeara; ee only. Ile had made his colt...lens to society, as he called them, u der sat- stmint, to please the l'rincess who hail. however, not urged him. T. please the Princess! He hail to oiv el this to himself, and to admit also that he loved her! Despite his will, his pride, a new Ind strong love for her 'seemed to slut k :tie reason. Ile knee/ e ye rest now. \I cannot love herrel i fvould say; \it is against my hature! Never could she ha VI . for me any' other sentanent than ,oiy! haps she even deenimes nue . .. ill think of it! An impassith' tire ania. separates us!\ A pt Then he would change again: \But the heart knows nit di I . e; tie, %twist conventionalities. It h • ec loves as I love, one is noble. le. eve her?\ N'l hile Julien was thus torturata vith lose and doebt. Rome was joyous , lie saw her whole career saved: she NHS wife and mother, and tender FHA Ille0_ IDA one shadow fell across her lit it was caused by the eppreachinl lie parture of the Princess, who wits .. in goiter to her estate in the eat:intr.% \Take is with you, madame:* aid Rose 'inc day when the Princess ' tine to bid them good-hy. \Take us! Ave will find something -foe us to do. Ind we will etwer leave yen. Yon , wil net repent. for newhere elee can you and devotion like mine.\ . ,\My el, ar child,\ said the Primeness \do not give. TIle the grief of being obliges! te refuse yr\F. I have tie va- cant piacee to offer. You would !lo t have me mend away others\— . \We would not permit such an in .. justice, madame,\ said Julien, proudly; - but if you only needed a escretary?\ \No; I do not wish for onl.\ \Perhaps because you fear to ernply sonic mercenary person? But if you had near you some one -et° interpret your inmost thoughts\— \Oh! I tun sure that would be very annoying!\ laughed the Princess. \You laugh, Princess,\ said Julien excitedly,_ \You are cruel! 'Yet you might confide your secrets and your fotune to me without fear. I would not reveal the one nor dissipate the other.\ \I have no secrets to coefide, and my business man attends to all my a ?airs.\ \Do not mock me so cruelly,\ said Julian, approaching and speaking in., low tone. \You who taught m.• to believe in kindness, do not break the heart which belongs to you alone!\ \I do not understand this language, Monsieur,\ said the lances. Julien was silent; a tear rolled down his cheek; but the Princess seemed not to see it, and, rising, she kissed the baby and turned to depart. As she stood at the door Julian said: \Do not fear, madame, to be loved otherwise than you would wish, I run too violently attached—Oh! 'Princess, do not leave me with a reproach on your lips!\ Ix. Three months had passed and Julit had not written. Rose began to lot faith in her husband, and her limp: mind was tortured by her inability t understand. \Dare he,\ she thought to liersel. \be so audacious as to love the Princess? Impossible! But how was it that she did not scorn him at the outset? Could it have been to spare hir feel- ings? She hardly knows him, then! She would have to forget her pride of 04, Y4OPP.A14 E.NTILNEO. race were she to permit such a love, and then she would rot have made him marry me. Julien's impudence is absurd! Ile has certainly been a stu- dent, and they call him witty. He is a lood musician, but he is not handsome, except that his eyes have a sparkle in them. Oh! how I would like to know what is gofngern!\ Beset by Beth confused thoughts, she fell asleep beside the cradle, anclawoke to find her child smiling at her. - As for Jullien, he, too, was Or e mented. He struggled to throw off that lore' which was taking possession of him, but which he felt impreicticable. Ob- stacles of all kinds surged through his mind veleta he thought of Mine. de Kerrnornas arid hiniself, but his efforts were vain; he (mild not put aside the continual thought of hers Too proud to dwell for long on the Wei of his sod- s -- al inferiority he was - forced to admit that Mines Kermonas had shown no in- ' -rest in his first words, which seined to him to have been more clear than he had wished. He recognized the hope- leemess of his love, but the thought of her pursued hiin ruthlessly. \What shall I do?\ he muttered: \write to her? I have her permission, but what need have I 'or that? Am I not free? Alas! no lenge ' I try to find favor in her eyes. but sees I illIPS I think she is simply laughiimm me my weakness. What agony, wei:I. 11 SI I With her woman's intuition she see ; see 11.)w suffer! Had any one 1; .11... .% rs ago that I should not run away at the ap- proach of a lady—that 1 peened myself be kneeling to a Princess!\ . head would fall into his hands and a desire to weep like a scolded child seize tutu; but no tear would moisten his dry and burning, eyes. Thus had Rose found him several times, and one day accused him. \Julien. you are in love with her!\ \Who? what? What do you mean?\ \The Princeee.\ \You must be mad!\ \And the loves you.\ \No no!\ eried Julien; \it is false/ Oh! if she only could!\ \Well---\ Rose whispered. \She pities me., perhaps; laughing at my pains; like the sun, that ignores the existence of the insect, which, hid- , den in this moss, yet draws its life from his warmth,' ' \What!\ \The Prineeme is a Writ - apart. unap- proachable, and—\ ••Pahaw!\ said Rowe: \she know. you love her.\ • e\ \1< linnet believe it; but I should like her to know it, and she shall! She hair given ;lie pennisaion to write to her; I will do so now.\ Ile seised a sheet of paper... and in feverish haste wrote this letter, as Hose, powerless against such overwhelming position, sunk in a chair, nut terly over - s come. \Princess: \You cannot ignore my pression, for you are a ai ,, fraion. If nay heartbeats. Ib- is hut fin• you. Allow Inc to see you— often for to look at you and hear you are my mole delIghte! This is, perhaps, only a dream, but oh! do not wake me. It would mean death for the Item shiest and most devoted of yours slaves. \JULIEN MASLY.\ Intensely satisfied with his effort, he calculated uu its pneincing a favorti tile and prompt effect. but in this he wits deceived. for several days elapsed is on' eny sign from the Princess. • ohe either nretende to be shocked in order to be rid of us,\ he said to himself, \or\ — but he could not cunustaft Again he wrote: • • wincees: \I see that your humble servant was mistaken in counting on your favor I crave p triton for having spoken so frankly You had made me forget may 'usual treatment --one cone uteri repulse. You have permitted me to write term, for witho it that permission I should not hate written. But this is the last time I shill transgress. \Believe Prineess, in the devotion and respect of your servant. \JULIVN NIASLY.\ A contrary effect was the result. On the following evening his concierge banded him a letter: \I do not understand your second let- ter. Your first would have been answered, in spite of its extraordinary character, had I not been obliged to leave town for a few days. Neverthe- less, if you desire to carry out the threat contained in your second letter, you are free to do so. I kiss Zanette. \PIUNCE88 Dir KEIMOKNee.\ That 'vas all. Julien shivered and reddened as he opened it, but after lie s had read it became deadly pale and crushed the paper in his hands. What a humiliation! She was absolutely in- different to his passion. hie madness, and could she more cruelly offend him? Had she hated him he himself might also have come to hate her. lee would tell that it was he who had saved the life of him she loved s•emuch, and that without his help she would never have seen her husband again. Did she not owe to him the price of his devotion? The thought startled him. Suppose she were to offer him payment for the service, he had rendered? He would • tell her nothing. But how to learn the truth? Would it not be better to re- matn in ignorance, preferring to die in hope than to live in despair? While his . mind swuqg from one idea to another, Rose allosied her jealousy to slumber. Julien had made her a present of a beautlful dress, for he now earned a little more than was absolutely ueces- sary, and she thought good fortune had come. , \The Princess has brought us good luck,\ she ventured one day to say. \Since we have known her everything goes well with us.\ Julien's response was a contraction Gl his eyebrows—a sign of storm, well. known to Rope. \Why is Zanette asleep?\ said he suddenly; \bring her here.\ \You know, dear, that Zanette is always in her cradle at this time.\ \Cradle cradle, always cradle. All right. Leave her there.\ Julien rose, stirred the embers which had fallen, murmuring a sea song the while, and then settled himself into his own chair. Always time same song each evening—a song of his own com- position, probably, for Rose had one day come upon him writing verses, and had immediately conceived a great idea of her husband's intelligence. This he eoherent song had a refrain: \My bride, the wave; The sea my grave.\ Rose in her naive ignorance thought that this verged on the sublime. When Julien sang it he did not trouble her, and she hoped to see quietness reign once more around the hearth and her future existence placid. Thus autumn passed, as had passed the summer, in the same monotony, and soon l'aris would, once more see the • Princess. Julien thought of this more and more, and became nervous and irs ritable. At last, as he was walking with his dream in front of the Ker- mornas mansion, he witnessed the ar- rival 'if the Princess, with her sons and her servants, returning fer the winter to Paris. That clay he returned .homa gas ly. but he said nothing about the out, c 'if him. satisftwtion to Rose. She at- . trios .•d it to another change in his strange dispassition. te the plusses of which she was bet -siting atom/domed. The next das .1 elite; tel to him wife: \Put oh your nevi e is. mak Zan- e rte -look pretty noel m out with me.\ He looked pleased. Roe el. estel vithr out reply and they left the house. \Where are we going?\ \To the Princess'!\ \Has she come back\' \Of coulee. Am I not taking vu. there?\ \Oh I am in no hurry to visit her. am not accustomed to her fine parloes, and\ -- \And what?\ \And it is not prop.'.' for us t go there.\ 'Not proper? For us? Don't b.' silly. [TO EX 00IIIIIWZD. SWAN BEDS. • Proven, as Noted In Grand Itaplds—* 11001 #4,.s,, ('rib. ) A euridus fad in the way of a white bed is al.orrn in tee windows of Grand Rapids furniture maker. It is a huge swan made of white enam ld wood. 1 he , teenahip ite - exqu•site and as tin t de luxe\ it be very pretty. 1 . 1 I 114 . rinanent texture it 'night. one wined think, become weari- some The old rose silk bedspread and pillei • haal. 111 . perfect in their way, and contramt particularly well with the Cr.';i my white of the wood. .ki. English establishment in London $.1i the Same idea as a bed for an in- fo imt this time it is a real swan thsi Sas been skinned and mtretehed ore.' :11 basket frame. The eat snowy wli - t efts of the plumage is lovely, but it might be auggertted that the curative ag elle employed should be inquired into lest they become narmful to a sleeting i•hild. Moreover, the s.snti - meet eta dead thing used in this way is II , it pleasant. \lhaty\ is used in lefigland an a , :ra- 0111in for crazy. while - beaky\ AMU fies epee • •You must be &musky or d therefere the modern 4 ' Eng- lish , or at ;my rate Londonese. foe \I eu must be drunk or crazy. S 4'
