A servant of Satan

many a passer-by to linger beneath the open windows of a house in the Avenue Friedland whence they proceeded. It was a sing

gardenias nestling in her bosom and in her soft, golden hair, her low bodice di

fter-dinner weed. With a light-hearted laugh he flings his half-burnt cigar into the street and steps into the r

ou? Have you not all you can wish for, including a devoted slave of a husband

me to know that it is I who have been the cause of your quarrel with your father-and then the future is so uncertai

't fret," replies Frederick, in a low voice. "As long as you continue to love m

er dark-blue eyes as she seats herself again at the

ick von Waldberg have taken up their quarters in Paris. They live recklessly [Pg 36] and extravagantly, like children who are intent on sipping all t

e talk of Paris. He has not attempted to enter society, but when the young couple drive in the "Bois" in their well-appointed victoria, or enter a box at one of the fashionable theaters, they are the cynosure of all eyes. Moreover Frederic

quickness that astonishes and delights her husband. But it is fortunate that he is unable to fathom the depths of her heart. For it is j

d for his coat and hat, and, kis

oman, as I shall not be home fro

n the avenue to one of the well-known cercle

ter 11 o'clock, having sustained heavy losses, he left

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wishing to surprise Rose, who could hardly have retired for the night at this comparatively early hour, he pulls aside the heavy drapery of tawny plush which screens the door of her "bou

arm, he raises her from the ground where she has flung herself on her knees at his feet, and without a word he drags her down stairs, stopping for a moment in the hall below to throw a gor

where you

enly recalling to mind the expression of her infuriated husband's eyes as h

springing from a dark side street, arres

permit?" exclaimed t

lessly at them w

er, shaking her violently. "Don't you

8] off the dirty hand of the "Agents-des-M?urs" (police ch

ere is some mistake. I am the Co

e Prison when they run round without their 'livret'(police permit.) Allons! come along! Enough

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r with such force as to throw her on the pavement. Picking her up again, the Agents-des-M?urs call a passing

hich reigned in the place was indescribably horrible and nauseating; and the shrieks, the yells, and the disgusting songs and discordant cries of its occupants were only interrupted from time to time when the door was opened to give adm

silks and satins who had been run in for creating a disturbance at Mabille, down to the old and tattered ragpicker who had been arrested for drunkenness; from the bourgeoise who had been discovered in the act of betraying her husband, down to the ordinary street-walker, who had been caught abroad without her police livret. Here

d, from which the superb lace flounces had been partly torn by the brutal hands of the men who had arrested her. Her beautiful golden hair lay in tangled masses o

made as to her rank and condition; indeed, matters might be only aggravated by such a course, and she determined to maintain the strictest silence concerning her former life. Her heart, however, was filled to overflowing with bitterness against her husband, to whose conduct she attributed her pre

isonment at St. Lazarre. Shortly [Pg 41] afterward the police-van, which in French bears the euphonic name of "Panier a Salade" (Salad Basket), drew up at the door of the station-house, and Rose, with most of the women who had spent the night in the same cell with her, was bundled into the dismal conveyance.

n response to the inquiries on the subject, that she had no profession and was of German extraction. From thence she was passed on to the hands of "Madame la Fouilleuse," as the searcher is nicknamed, who made her strip, and, aft

r meals, except when they are allowed meat on Sundays, consist of a dish of thin vegetable broth, a piece of brown bread, and fricasseed vegetables. While they are at table, a Sister of the religious order of Marie-Joseph reads aloud to them extracts from some pious book. Ten hours of the long, weary day are spent in doing plain needlework, and they have

ho, at any rate during the previous twelve months, had been accusto