The Flower of the Chapdelaines

ne there was in evening dress, though with its privacy "modified

oca, perfumer; a man of fifty or so, his black hair and mustache inclined to curl and his eyes spirited yet sympathetic. Just entered, he was telling how consumed with regret his wife was, to be kept away--by an

s, we cannot hope to nig-otiate with that North in the old manner which we are proud, a few of us yet, to con-tinue in the rue Royale

he's bidding agains' every other! Maybe they a

Else it be better to publish without a publisher, and with advertisement' front and back! Tiffany, Royal Baking-Powder, Ivory Soap it Float'! Ten t

net or gross?"

time sol-iciting those advertis

ce begged him to proceed: "How much of a book," he asked

: "'Tis about a foot long, nine inch'

unted the lines of one of the pa

wide?" sh

e a book. To do that would t

rose: "So much the better! So much the more r

e!" said Mme. Alexandre, and

ntly broken by the perfumer: "All the same

zine'. But if you permit one of those magazine' to buy it you

t magazine swallow whole all those p

idea--" But others had i

d a hand: "Frie

offer this to a magazine--through--yes, of course, through so

t was not written laz' night! 'Tis fivt

ted, "if they should--if

tanado pleaded

ny such old narratives as we can find, especia

"We are not ril-ated, and yet see! Ril-ated?

torted. "Royal Street is p

that story of her grand'mère, and Mr. Chezter he has--sir, you'll not care i

but Ovide Landry finds i

that 'tis good to print ag-ain! The people

pisode--is not a sequel and has no sequel, and particularly because we ought to let mademoiselle be first to judge whether my uncle's memorandum is fit company for her two sto

, patter, went

hostess cried

Alexandra proposed, "she

De l'Isle, "the three of us

ial, national, personal interests; but for the moment they left all that aside. "One troub'," Dubroca said, "'tis that all those three stone'--and all I can rim-ember--even that sto

him for the back-ground; biccause in the mind of every-body tha'z where he is

If elsewhere in that wide city a like number ever settled down to listen to an untamed writer's manuscript in as sweet