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'Twas one of those thing' what pro-juce' that saying that the truth 'tis mo' stranger than figtion. "Mr. Chezter, 'twas a wonderful! And what make it the mo' wonderful, my father he wasn' hunting for that, neither hadn' ever dream' of it. He was biccome very much a wanderer. One day he juz' chance' to be in a village in Alsace, and there he saw some chil'ren, playing in the street.
Like grandpère he had that perception by three ways occupation, education, talent. And he had it so abboundingly because he had also the art of that beautiful life, h'm?" "The art beyond the arts," suggested the listener; "their underlying philosophy." The narrator glowed. Then, grave again, she said: "Mr. Chezter, I'll tell you something. To you 'twill seem very small, but to me 'tis large.
Rising to go, the pair asked a great favor. It made them, they said, "very 'appy to perceive that Mr. Chezter, by writing, has make his mother well acquaint' with that li'l' coterie in Royal Street, in which they, sometime', 'ave the honor to be include'." "The honor" meant the modest condescension, and when Mrs. Chester's charming smile recognized the fact the pair took fresh delight in her.
Scipion beamed: "Ah, you've foun' me that at the lazt, and just when I'm wanting it furiouzly." "Mr. Beloiseau," said Chester, "has a beautiful commission from the new Pan-American Steamship Company." "Thanks to Mr. Chezter," said Beloiseau, "who got me the job. Hence for this book spot cash." He turned aside to a locked closet and drawer.
How can we show them so li'l' civilization when they've come so far? An' me I'm convince', and Yvonne she's convince', that you an' Mr. Chezter you'll be ab'e to judge that manuscrip' better al-lone. Oh, yes! we are convince' of that, biccause, you know I'm sorrie we are prejudice' in its favor!" Aline's lifted brows appealed to Chester.
Chezter, you will egscuse if that bride an' groom don't look pritty fresh; biccause eighteen seventy-three they have not change' their clothingg!" "Chérie," said Aline, "I think first we better read the manuscript, and then." After a breath of hesitation "Yes! read firs' and then. Alway' businezz biffo'!"
Chester returned to her hotel and had just dined when her telephone rang. "Mme. oh, Mme. De l'Isle, I'm so please' " The instrument reciprocated the pleasure. "If Mrs. Chezter was not too fat-igue' by travelling, monsieur and madame would like to call." Soon they appeared and in a moment whose brevity did honor to both sides had established cordial terms.
Castanado had laid her hands tightly to her face. Yet now she smilingly dropped them, saying: "Seraphine Marcel please to pazz around that cake an' wine. Well, I su'pose there are yet in the worl' in Afrique Asia even Europe several kin' of cuztom mo' wicked than that. And still I'm sorry that ever tranzpire. But, Mr. Chezter, if you'll resume?" Hardy's incitements were no longer whispers.
Her hands were comparatively small and the play of her vast arms was graceful as she said to a slim, tallish, comely woman with an abundance of soft, well-arranged hair: "Seraphine, allow me to pres-ent Mr. Chezter." She explained that this Mme. Alexandre was her "neighbor of the next door," and Chester remembered her sign: "Laces and Embroideries."
Chezter, 'tantine' tha'z 'auntie, an' tha'z j'uz' a li'l' name of affegtion for her, biccause she takes so much mo' care of us than we of her; you see? But that bower an' that li'l' lake, my sizter an' me we construc' them both, that bower an' that li'l' lake." Without blazoning it they would have him know they had not squandered "tantine's" hard earnings on architects and contractors.
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