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Show THE CITIZEN she will be so pleased to see you. It is not Madam Blouet that I wish especially to see, but you, mademoiselle. Me? she murmured, troubled. Yes, you, he reiterated rather His throat seemed to brusquely. choke; he sought words and found You are leavthem with difficulty. ing in January? She responded with an affimative 13 i A r V nod. Do you not regret to quit Paris? Yes, indeed. That makes my heart heavy. But what of that? The place is a stroke of fortune for us and my grandmother will, at least, live in peace during her last years. And if I give you the means of maining in Paris, at the same time and ease of assuring the well-bein- g Madam Blouet. Oh, monsieur' she exclaimed, and her face glowed. It is an heroic remedy, he began You may find it beand hesitated. yond your strength. I am brave; only tell me, mon- N sieur. He Very well, madamoiselle stopped to catch his breath; then, very swiftly, almost rudely, he added: Will you marry me? Heavens! .she gasped, and her eyes drooped as emotion overcame her. Although expressing violent surprise, her face showed no dismay. Her breast was agitated; her lips remained open, and her great blue eyes' shone mistily. As for Boinville, he dared not look at her, for fear of reading in her face a refusal that would humiliate him. Perturbed, however, by the long silence, without lifting his head, he demanded of her You find me too old. You seem terrified. Terrified, replied she, said with utter candor, no, but troubled and content. It is too beautiful I dare not believe it. Dear child, he cried, seizing her hands, believe it and believe especially that the truly happy one is I, because I love you. She remained silent, but in the glow of her eyes there was such an outpouring of gratitude and tenderness, that Hubert Boinville could not misunderstand. He read there un- mistakably that she, too, felt herself Chappy, and for the same reason, for she was attracted irresistably toward him. Hubert, more bold, pressed her hands to his lips, and kissed them with the ardor of youth. God! of cried the Mother astonished old dame who arrived at that moment. They turned toward her, he, a little confused;' she purple and radiant. Madam Blouet, said Hubert Boinville gaily, do not be scandalized, ftchat evening when I dined with you, Saint Nicholas, came down my chimney as in my childhood days, and he made me the gift of a bride. Behold her, your grandchild. We will be wed as soon as may be, if you consent. VliriS&niclS' Chocolates' No gift so acceptable as a hox of Sweets no more fitting end to Christmas Popular Here Sold From Alaska co Australia All Caramel dinner Pink Lady Renown Brazil Nuts in Popular Assortment Wonderland Assortment Super Milk Aristocratic Black & White and other varieties Sweets CHOCOLATES SALT LAKE THE WRONG DID EMMA GOLDMAN MY DEAR FRED HOWE. Nothing in the mess of correspondence read at the Ellis Island investigation is more painful than this extract from a letter written by Emma Goldman to My Dear Fred Howe: I hear about you a great deal, even though you are among the high mucky mucks to Americanize America. I was rather surprised to find your name there, but one of your position, I suppose, must participate in a lot of foolish things. I hope, however, that your fine spirit and your good taste will not be carried away by the cheap nationalism which is everywhere raising its sinister, head in America today. I hope you and Marie are well. Please remember mu very kindly to her. I leave for a two months tour tomorrow, which will take me as far as St. Louis and back. Here, among professions of friendship, we find the serpent of doubt raising to use the Goldmans expression its sinister head. There is the intimation of a fear that Dear Fred might be carried away by cheap nationalism. The evidence at Ellis Island goes to show that Emmas confidence in Fred never should have wavered for an instant. We find that Joseph Goldberg, whom to save from deportation and the horrors or war Goldman wrote the letter to Howe from which we quote, was allowed to sail to Spain as a first cabin passenger. Wc fine that the anarchist George Andre:-1-chine- , in whose behalf Elizabeth GurMr. Dear ley Flynn addressed Howe, was released on his own recognizance. It has been decided that Goldman, like her companion Berkman, shall be deported. Before she sails she should write again to Frederic C. Howe, who we are glad to say Is no longer Commissioner of Immigration, and apologize for suspecting that he might lose that fine spirit and good taste which had been the subject of her admiration,; New York Sun. i |