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Show Life in Paris. "In the early morning the life of Paris centres in the great markets," said Mme. Henri Greville in her last lecture in New York. "Ever since midnight the great hogsheads of carrots and cabbages have been coming in to feed Paris.. Ah, you don't know how much poetry there is to be found in a basketful of carrots, hiding their little red noses in their green leaves. But there is something still more poetic than carrot3 at the markets there are flowers. Flowers are a passion among the Parisians' They can't pet along without them. But don't misunderstand; mis-understand; the flowers to be found in these markets are not the flowers for which you pay so dearly. They are modest little flowers, suitable only for penny bouquets, but the poor girl who leaves one of these penny bouquets with her sick mother when she goes to her day's work has given the lonely invalid a real companion. After the housekeeper has bought her day's provisions at the market mar-ket and sent her children off to school, she has a few minutes to devote to her husband. The offices don't open until un-til 10 o'clock, and in France it is the wife's duty to spoil her husband.- I've been told j sincei have been America that here it is the husbands who spoil their wives.; Happy; wives 1 But be that as it may, the wife in Paris, after giving her husband as good a breakfast as her purse and her j culinary skill can produce, sends him off j to work in the best possible humor. At 5 o'clock she goes to meet him on his return, re-turn, and if they have a little time to , spare, they take a walk along the Boule- vard like two old lovers." i |