.
He is vivacious and sprightly. He is famous. He has already had an
affair with Finfin, the fille de chambre, and poor Finfin is desolate.
He is noble. She knows he is the son of Madame la Baronne Couturiere.
She adores him.

She affects not to notice him. Poor little thing! Hippolyte is
distracted--annihilated--inconsolable and charming.

She admires his boots, his cravat, his little gloves his exquisite
pantaloons--his coat, and cane.

She offers to run away with him. He is transported, but magnanimous.
He is wearied, perhaps. She sees him the next day offering flowers to
the daughter of Madame la Comtesse Blanchisseuse.

She is again in tears.

She reads Paul et Virginie. She is secretly transported. When she
reads how the exemplary young woman laid down her life rather than
appear en deshabille to her lover, she weeps again. Tasteful and
virtuous Bernardine de St. Pierre!--the daughters of France admire you!

All this time her doll is headless in the cabinet. The mud pie is
broken on the road.

VI.

THE WIFE.

She is tired of loving and she marries.

Her mother thinks it, on the whole, the best thing. As the day
approaches, she is found frequently in tears. Her mother will not
permit the affianced one to see her, and he makes several attempts to
commit suicide.

But something happens. Perhaps it is winter, and the water is cold.
Perhaps there are not enough people present to witness his heroism.

In this way her future husband is spared to her. The ways of
Providence are indeed mysterious. At this time her mother will talk
with her. She will offer philosophy. She will tell her she was
married herself.

But what is this new and ravishing light that breaks upon her? The
toilet and wedding clothes! She is in a new sphere.

She makes out her list in her own charming writing. Here it is. Let
every mother heed it.*

* * * * *

* * * * *

She is married. On the day after, she meets her old lover, Hippolyte.
He is again transported.

* The delicate reader will appreciate the omission of certain articles
for which English synonymes are forbidden.

VII.

HER OLD AGE.

A Frenchwoman never grows old.

MARY MCGILLUP.

A SOUTHERN NOVEL.

AFTER BELLE BOYD.

WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY G. A. S--LA.

INTRODUCTION.

"Will you write me up?"

The scene was near Temp