Molly Brown's Orchard Home

h their red and green lanterns; through the Place du Carrousel where the Louvre loomed up dark and my

ear too often, this Paris at night; and the marchioness confessed that after thirty years, the Avenue, if you approached it as they

" One sees occasionally a specimen of the old days: rickety cab, thin horse and fat, red-faced cocher; but such an equipage seems to be in demand only by the very timid who are afraid to trust themselves to th

nothing could ever take the place of a horse

? American girls are the finest on earth surely," (only he said "sholy"). "We h

. "Sometimes I think my poor beast must look like a pet duck I had when I was a child. It got run over by a wagon, an

mous gallops. I hate the English riding horse with his eternal trotting and the rider working himself to d

said Molly and Judy al

trunk. When we got there we found that the only form of bath that could be had was in a creek as there was not even a basin in camp, and there was I without a bathing suit! Papa was furious at my stupidity. We were miles from any kind of shop. 'Necessity

bag and just then they got out of the jam on the Avenue, crossed the great

ed very roomy and comfortable, commanding an e

I wanted you to see the house fill. I can point out any c

hostess and their son in the back of the box. There were two extra se

to Paris," explained Philippe to Molly. "It is Paris, Pa

d ventured out to see the tomb of Napoleon after the visit of Cousin Sally in the morning; and when they were

nt to see and hear everything we can. We have done so little traveling and seen so little in our lives that

and at the same time you are delightfully feminine. It is a strange thing to me to watch one of these girls of my country, with downcast eyes and so much modesty she can hardly speak above a whisper. The moment she becomes madame all this timidity disappears, and in the twinkling of an eye she is the charming young married woman, full of all the arts

o-Saxon, he was certainly not talking like one. Such candor is seldom s

ot two middle-aged women in the whole audience more distinguished looking or handsomer than the marchioness and her cousin; nor were there two fresher or sweeter looking girls, charming in

event of her parent's persisting in his hard-hearted resolution to separate them, seemed to Molly most wonderful and touching; but when the mother came in and berated the lover, Julien, as "a rascal, a starveling, a dissipator"; and when Louise defended

en she takes up for him; then the father interferes and embraces Louise, and they are finally all seated around the table, the mother with her sewing, the father with his pipe, when Louise star

o have a red nose if she did not control her emotions. She gave a sad little smile and hoped

auding vigorously but Mr. Kinsella had an eye on their box, evidently in hopes of recognition. Molly gave him

insella? Where, where? Point him out to

stic boy, for whom the whole Latin Quarter felt such sympathy when he had to give up his beloved art and go into business. It escaped his mind entirely that time had not stood still with

uished looking French gentleman with a black beard and bushy, gray hair. Mr.

nephew for me," and he introduced Pierce to him, calling him "Monsieur d'Ochtè," being entirely ignorant of the fact of

e we are entertaining Sara's cousins, Mrs. and Miss Brown,

meet a friend from the old Bohemian days and her husband was like a boy in his enthusiasm over this long lost companion. Philippe looked a little sad and downcast, although he was studiously polite to the strangers. He had been having such a splendi

had the note of true comedy and Molly could find nothing to weep over, for which she was truly thankful.

nute Louise, who got a little husky in that duet with Julien, when she promised to leave her mother and father and come to him, is off in her dressing room spraying her throat and gargling

. Brown just then. "You meant to exhaust the s

e call of Paris. We got in only an hour ago, and after a very hasty dinner came to the Opera. Lo

r has given the true Paris with all of its charm and its dangers. Of course one should see this opera for the fi

good looking young woman in the rather outré gown is an acquaintance of yours," sai

Molly, as she adjusted Mr. Kinsella's opera glasses to her eyes. She and Jud

member she came to Paris to join her grandmother, but we have never seen or heard of her since she

igger scrapes than I did and made my misdemeanors seem small in comparison. She was clever enough, I'll grant you that, but peculiar is a kind adjective to use in

deem herself somehow. She was so young, too, and I haven't a doubt that she is vastly improved,"

to the door of the d'Ochtè box. On

e you. Give me your address and

not know just how the very sophisticated young woman would impress her mother. But Molly was not one to turn her back on any one who was fond of her and she had always been sorry for Frances, feeling in the old days at college that she had

she feared she would spill over again. She was grateful to Mr. Kinsella when he said to her in an undertone: "The

r devoted lover in Montmartre, gazes through the garret window at Paris, which, lighted, seems l

"Ah, Jean, your mother was wise to let us marry, wise and good. How much better

did Louise in the first act, and she does not have to curse it as did la père in the last."