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laboratory, where you will find him among his assistants; and if you try to guess which is Mr. Edison, your best plan will be to select the least obtrusive person in the group. His figure is slight and young-looking, though the face, from its long habit of concentration, has an old look; he has a frank, cordial expression, and, like most men of great powers, can be almost a boy when his attention is turned away from his absorbing interests. But when he is not roused, he seems to retire within himself as if his mind had travelled a long way off, and his attention comes back slowly. He has the peculiar pallor of a night-worker, and if you stay with him through the night you will find him as bright at the end of the vigil as at the beginning.

As Edison is said to be somewhat timid with ladies, it is pleasant to know that he has married, and married well. His wife was a lady telegraph operator. His two little ones are nicknamed Dot and Dash after the letters of that telegraphic alphabet which has been so interwoven with their father's life. Now and then they visit the scene of these wonderful labours of their father, to amuse themselves with that invariable delight to children, seeing “ the wheels go round."

When Mr. Edison chooses to vary his vast labours by a holiday he is sure to be welcomed anywhere. People are glad to have him only to look at. But he does not always succeed in pleasing those whose idea of entertaining a lion is to feast him. Invited to dine at Delmonico's, that restaurant which has become historical from the celebrities it has feasted, he astounded his entertainer by contenting himself with a piece of pie and a cup of tea. If anybody has a right to say such a thing, certainly Edison may justify himself by saying he has no time to cultivate Epicurean tastes. Many people make this kind of excuse for not sharing in the tastes of most men, who would succumb at a hun. dredth part of the work Edison accomplishes. He must needs have holiday sometimes; but his difficulty would probably be how to escape from the great public eye. He laughingly said, a year ago, when speaking of taking a rest, “The proprietors of White Mountain hotels have generously placed that region at my disposal. They even offer to place a locomotive at my command. If I can get there I shall talk ten miles, from one peak to another, with my telescopophon!”

He admires Victor Hugo and Jules Verne ; small wonder, for to him no flight of imagination can seem absurd, and these authors are rather suggestors than romancists. And what a hero must Edison be to the boys who read Jules Verne. Let them picture to themselves a living man, who, when he talks of going to the White Mountains for a holiday, proposes to amuse himself by talking to his friends from peak to peak!

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OVER THE THRESHOLD;

OR, THIRTY YEARS AGO.

A NOVEL.

By a New Contributor.

MADAME DE FAUBOURG.

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(Continued from page 482.) CHAPTER LII.

not glass was gold-all that was not gold was glass; it was a hall

of ormolu and crystal. In the “ Wait in the court, Petit,” said centre a marble font gave forth a the managing director of the Bank tiny jet of water, rising with a sort of Athens, on emerging, like a limp of irregular, inefficient beat, and Jack-in-the-box, from the miracu. falling into a glass basin containing lous little brougham, at the door gold and silver fish ; to the overflow which gave admission to the stair- of which receptacle the marble font case of the establishment.

served by way of saucer. Around Petit removed to a convenient the room were small bronze tables, part of the court yard, and atten- fixed to the floor, with marble tops. ded to the wants of his animal Behind and between the tables without removing the harness. M. were benches and settees of carved le Directeur, however, remained in mahogany, covered with crimson his apartment merely for the time Utrecht velvet, and a few plain that was necessary to allow him to wooden chairs were interspersed cast a hasty glance over the letters amid the more costly furniture. of the morning; and to give one The morning was rather too or two to be answered, with a word early for the grand affair of breakof direction as to each. He then fast; but two or three occupants placed one or two more in his breast were seated at different tables. At pocket, and descended the staircase one which bore signs of the remwith an easy and unconcerned nants of rather a substantial repast, aspect. Taking no notice of Petit, sat two men playing at dominoes. who took none of his master until The younger of these two men his back was turned (on which the was chiefly remarkable for a sort coachman became suddenly watch- of cat-like stealthiness and fixity ful of the retreating figure), the of gaze, and for the fitting of his man of business sauntered along clothes as if they grew on him. It the boulevard, and dropped, as if was not that he was over-dressed, by accident, into the open mouth or dressed in any way in bad taste. of a café.

But his wrists seemed as if they The room he entered was large were ever holding down his white and splendid ; the walls covered and spotless cuffs; his shoulders with looking-glasses. All that was seemed as if they were keeping

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guard over the unruffled smooth- marched defiantly out of the café, ness and flatness of his shirt front. the other sauntered by him. His hair, moustache, imperial, and “Goldwin," said he, as they lleft eyes were all of a bright reddish the precincts occupied by the auburn. He fixed his eye steal- settlers on the pavé outside the thily on the managing director, door, “I want you to go with me while his hand rattled the domi- to Therese." noes on the marble.

“ Now?" said the other. The other player was a man of Yes, now.” more pretentious appearance.

He The two men walked in silence was a tall man-he was also very along the boulevard.

Soon they stout. Had he been less obese he turned up a street at right angles would have struck you as very tall; to their course, and from that, in as it was, you were most impressed its turn, entered one of those quiet, by the wide expanse of light- colourless streets that formed a coloured waistcoat, from and across peculiar feature of pre-Hausmanic which hung an

enormous watch- Paris. It was dark and narrow, chain, of engraved and twisted but contained good, though links, from each joint or interlink. gloomy-looking houses. For the ing of which hung, by little inde- first reason, the accommodation pendent gold chainlets of their which it offered for residents was own, golden excrescences of every cheap; for the second it was goodform and variety. A large globe good if you never cared to look out of burnished gold, a locket of dead of window. The locality, too, was gold, a packet of Turkish coins, and such as to give ready access to the a bunch of Neapolitan coralamulets, most central parts of Paris. Thus played at their will over the waist- it came to pass that its population, coat. The face of the man was which was somewhat of a migracoarse_large featured, apparently tory or nomadic type, was no less English, but, if so, possibly Judai. heterogeneous than unstable. The cally English. He said something Legitimist noble from a distant in a low voice to the auburn-eyed province, the daily habitué of the

å man, who turned straight round to Bourse, the operatic star of second face him as he spoke, listened in- or third magnitude, the steady tently to what he had to say, and man of business, the fluttering then rose and left the room.

woman of pleasure, all found

, The Directeur Gérant ordered a shelter in the Rue de Quelque. little cup of coffee, and then, chose. pausing carelessly by the table, Entering a large and gloomy said to the domino player, “Ah! house in this dark and convenient you here!--I thought you never street, the managing director recame till half past eleven? Ву ceived from the portress the inforthe bye, I am glad to have met mation that she had not seen you.'

Madame de Faubourg go forth, The stout man, with an impor- and that he could mount. After tant and lordly air, said he was the pair had ascended two flights glad to have the felicity of meet- of stairs—to the visible punishment ing the Directeur. He had just

He had just of Mr. Goldwin, who mopped his finished breakfast.

face with a cambric handkerchief, “In that case," said the other, yet strove to trip in a juvenile “if you are going eastward, we can manner up the trying rise—a thin, walk a few steps together.”

suspicious - looking Lan-servant, The one drew up his figure, and out of livery, opened a door at

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which the director rang.

He ration, that suddenly seemed to would inquire if Madame was at transform the whole room. Monhome.

sieur Goldwin, in a more clumsy “Give yourselves the pain to rest and ill-adjusted manner, followed yourselves, gentlemen,” said the suit, and paid the expected homage porter, showing them into a small to the genius of the place. Mawaiting-room.

dame cast down her eyes, and re“Give me your card, Goldwin,” ceived the compliments de rigeur, said the Directeur. “Take this with with a deprecatory, if somewhat you to inquire, Trichat, and say practised and bashful mien. that Monsieur is with me.”

* You pay the penalty, my dear In a short time Trichat returned, Madame de Faubourg, borne by and piloted the companions conquerors. It is only from through two or three consecutive your own lips that your own arguapartments into a good-sized draw- ments are absolutely irresistible. ing-room sown broadcast with Instead of attempting to reproduce articles of bric-a-brac, and involved them, I have brought this cher in a convenient gloom by the half- Goldwin to hear from yourself. closed position of the exterior He is but another victim at the venetian shutters, as well as by altar.” the internal drapery that veiled “It is Monsieur Goldwin who is the windows themselves.

wont to make the victims," said Sitting in the midst of a low Madame de Faubourg, with a conottoman in the centre of this apart- quering glance. Madame spoke ment, apparently engaged in doing in the most Parisian French-the nothing, was a lady of portly size, very cockney of the tongue. She of commanding aspect, and, at the spoke very slowly, and each word, first glance, of extreme personal especially if it contained the letters beauty. That effect was, however, r or s, rattled and sibillated from in some mysterious manner, depen- her lips like a serpent making a dent on several extrinsic circum- dart. It may be proper to observe stances. The shade of the room that the individual is as yet undisentered into the combination. So covered who knew Monsieur de did her manner of turning her Faubourg, late or living; who back to the light. So did the expres- knew, definitely, whether Madame sion which, apparently at will, she were wife or widow; to what prothrew into a pair of large dark vince or department of France the eyes set beneath an extremely noble house of Faubourg belonged, broad and well-defined pair of or where was situated the terre black eyebrows. So did, finally, the from which they derived the sacred distance at which you were per- “de.” In the suppressed state of mitted to view her. Madame de titles in Republican France, the Faubourg allowed that she was maintenance or the assumption of approaching her thirtieth year; her the “de” was the only half undetractors asserted that she would avowed claim made by the wearer never see five-and-fifty again. of that ancient distinction to the Taking an average is sometimes a status of nobility. Otherwise her rough way of approximating to the friends would have spoken of truth.

Madame la Marquise de Faubourg. M. le Directeur Gérant ap- They might, at the same time, have proached, not too nearly, to Ma- omitted to mention that the title dame de Faubourg with an air of had been conferred by a French profound, almost passionate admi. monarch generally supposed to be

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in Heaven, but actually resident in wire puller is to be purchased, but England, a monarch whose reign his price is high, too high. We as that of Louis XVII. had been must hold to the other way. cruelly truncated by deluded his- “ After all,” said the Directeur torians.

Gérant, “the Legitimists are the M. Goldwin needed no induce- only people who have prejudices. ment but the pleasure of waiting I like dealing with people who on Madame. He was her most have prejudices; it is something obedient slave, and he should like on which you can rely. I should to hear her views on the subject. think a man who has prejudices

“All now depends,” said she, must feel so eminently respectable on the command of a little money. and self-contented.” M. le Directeur can give you a “They do not care for people, clearer idea of the state of parties but for ideas,” said Madame. than I can.

The Orleans people “ With them it is not Madame, nor fell so shamefully, so altogether Monsieur le Duc de Bourdeauxwithout excuse, that their friends it is the representative of St. Louis, were dispirited-disgusted even ; whoever he may be. They care besides they were the last, and not who he may be. The whole therefore naturally are the last to clergy are with them in heart. return to power.'

Then it is only necessary to pro“For which reason," added the duce the prince, to say. Here is your Directeur,

decline to be king'—to convince them of that, Orleanists.”

and they are with you to a man.” “For the Bonapartists," resumed “ Yes; that is so easy," said the the female Metternich, “there is Directeur, “so certain, only you no doubt that the party is strong

have to convince them.” in the country districts. Very “Does the testimony of such a strong-unexpectedly strong. It man as M. le Duc de Beaupreau go has taken the priests by surprise. for nothing!" said Madame," nor They only directed their teaching that of the Marquis de la Fère, on the subject with the view of Legitimist of the Legitimists ? keeping the machinations of Guizot And if you want more, produce the in check. They thought their prof- prince! Let him once walk across fered idol was an impossibility. the stage, and no one-no one of They have been cruelly taken by the Faubourg-can fail to recognise surprise by finding the wires of him. Let his two eldest daughters their mannikin pulled by more appear. As to personal beauty, adroit fingers than their own. poor little things, they have not They could not turn round enough much claim-no port, no size, no quickly. It to them was impossible. busts. But they are the very porIt was the belief of the country traits of two of the best known of people that this one was the real the house-of the Queen Marie Napoleon. Hence the success.” Antoinette and of Madame Eliza

“You will teach us to cry, ‘Long beth. The Queen was not handlive the Empire !' Madame, if

you some, to my taste, nor Madame continue."

either. Yet there was a sort of a “No,” said Madame, “I do not -in fine, it was the fashion to think it can come to that. It must make a fury about them. It will not come to that. He has not be the same with these two girls. head of his own. It is Fleury who Men have so little taste now-ais the real Bonaparte. The other days." is a phantom. Of

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