The Actress And Her Admirer

One of the tuost boautiful aetreegos of the Boulevards, Paris, received daily. for about a Uiouth, a littie penny bouquot of viólete. She found the bouquet in a box or vfith tho door-keeper every evening as the play was ubout to begiü, aud this simple offering of an unknown love aflecU-d her in spite of herself. While ücting ebe looked carefully oround- at the boxee, the paiquette, and even behiud the sceue - but to uo pui pose: she saw nothiug by which to recognize ihe man of bouquets. And thereupon she gave her iuiugination free rein, and the imagiuatiou of an actres ie vety similar to that of other folks. Was heaforeign piiüce who wishod to aptivate her heart before plticing at her feet his crowu and treasures? Or was he an artist too ba8hftil to declare bis passion ? She interrogated Lhe box-koerier, tho tirewoman - in tshort, everybody employcd in the theatre, but nobody knew anythitig about t. Btill the bouquets came. " Do they tel! us that constaney is a chimera ! " muraiured she. The other evening, as she entered the theatre, she received a fresh bouquet f violets, and this time the Öoweis were accompariied by a letter. " At last," said ehe, and opening it by the light of Lhe reflector, bhe read au foilows: " Mademoiselle : I have loved you for a long liuie, for is not beholding aud loving you the same thing ? Every day I come to admire you, to applaud you, to delight myself with tho brightness of your eyes and the charm of your voice - " " He must be in the house," thought the aotress, and she peered through a hole in the curtaiu. The audieuoe had just comnieuced to aesemble. Sho resumed her reading ; " Of your voice. You aro indeed beautiful and charminpr, and happy are they who may approach you. What would I not give to bo ucar you always? Would the treasures oí the worid bo worth one of your smilcs ? No." " Ah, that is nice ! " she sighcd, and, turning the page, she contiuued; uNo! Andyetldaie to love you - to teil you that I love you el 1 1 moro. I venturo to bog you not to reject rny homage.'' " Üe begins to cxplain Uimeelf," suid she to herself " and I shall know "-aud she continued - "rny homage. If this expresión of my love ck)es uot offend you, place this bouquet of flowers in your. bosom. Oh! theu I shall be the happiest of men !'' " Well," eaid she, " no signature, no name given. but let us see - here is a postscript : " " If you are curious to know who writes to you, look up to the fourth tier; my legs will hang over ! " The note dropped from her hand of the actress, and her arms noarly dropped from her shoulders. At an agrieultural diuner, the following toast was giveu : "The game of for ture Shuffle the cards na you will epaiks must wiu."