The Flower of the Chapdelaines

on a sort of sofa for one, made no effort to rise. Her face, for all its breadth, was sweet in repose and sweeter when she spoke or smiled. Her hands were

ow me to pres-e

er "neighbor of the next door," and Chester

y, broad-bearded man, "I have the honor to m

g hand of "S. Beloiseau, Arti

ucatel; but with him you are a

niture, Glass, Bronze, Plate, China, and Jewelry." M. Ducatel seemed to be already taking leave. His "anceztra

the trenches, the poilu and the boche closer than any other they knew. Beloiseau and Mme. Alexandre, he softly exp

ewalk samples had often made him covet some excuse for going in and seeing both the stock a

s, a non-buying connoisseur

! any hour!"

treet. "Twenty year' ag-o," said the ironworker, "looking down-street from my shop, there was

g before, at that up-town dinner, from a fine old down-town Cr

m Mme. Alexandre!" said the hostess. "M'si

on?--or--or dau

oke in with a significant sp

seau said. "You muz' know that

ronwork? I took that for a

ate' of Hotel St. Louis. You speak of episode'! One summer, renovating that hotel, they paint' those gate'--of iron openwork--in imitation--mon Di

ow of her hostess, she went by an inner door and rear balcony. And whe

ll, if you'll come again here the next

ing time? I can just

ame, "better t

cay of the useful arts and of artistic taste, since the advent of castings and machinery. The pair took such liking for each other's tenets of beauty,

power of prayer! Ab-ove all, for the he'pless! By day the fo'

hérie,

John! Since three days every time I heard the c

my ange

's dining ther

en now we can

very time that clock, I'll pray those four évangélistes! and Thursday you'